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Chapter 242 Night Swan Castle 8
"What are you running away from? Are you going to feed the ghosts? Go to sleep, go to sleep, we are sure to be safe here. No matter what happens, we won't be able to catch fire." A voice came over.

Qin and the two turned their heads to look, and saw the fat man with flat hair smiling and reaching out to greet them.

The flat-headed fat man wore the same style of pajamas, blue pajamas and pajama pants.

"Ah...it's on fire, wake up quickly! Run away!" A loud voice rang out, wrapped in a wet quilt, and rushed out quickly.

The flat-headed fat man yelled: "Boy, come back quickly! There are ghosts outside!"

Yun Jiaojiao looked into the dark place, she didn't see anything, but she believed the Taoist's words.

The man wrapped in a wet quilt ran into the yard, gasping for breath, "It's on fire, run away too, it's not safe here, something always falls from above."

The face of the flat-headed fat man changed, "Boy, come in quickly."

ghost!It was a black mass, with a pair of bloody red eyes like two red light bulbs. Yun Jiaojiao saw it, and she exclaimed: "Ghost! There is a ghost behind you! Run quickly."

The man looked back, but he didn't escape immediately. He screamed miserably. He had already missed the chance to escape and was swallowed by a tornado formed by a mass of black hair.

The man's screams stopped abruptly.

It was the escaped ghost in the kitchen.

He soared up from the ground, his long hair scattered around his head, also covering his face, revealing a pair of blood red eyeballs faintly, staring at the castle gloomily, but he didn't dare to take a step.

Behind the man were a few people who came down from the third floor, but at a slower speed, and had no chance to come out yet, and even saved a life because of this.

With a "bang", the fat man with the flat head closed the window.

At the same time, Qin Yu also closed the window.

"Go to sleep."

Compared with the danger from the outside world, this bit of heat is not so unbearable.

Qin Yu turned on the air conditioner and tried it out. The cool wind would instantly turn into hot wind, making it even hotter on the person.
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The next day, when they woke up, the temperature had returned to normal, and the two walked out after washing.

There were already a few people sitting in the living room, and the fat man with the flat head had already brought a plate of food, and was eating in a snoring manner. Just like last night, his appetite was still very large, a self-healing pot, two bags of cooked beef, and a few pieces of beef jerky.

"Morning." The flat-headed fat man said with a smile.

Qin Yu nodded, "I'm Qin Yu, she's Mingyue, what's your name?"

The flat-headed fat man gnawed on cooked beef with a smile, "I'm Duan Rong, you can call me Uncle Rong."

"Uncle Rong." Qin and the two yelled, and went to get food.

Everyone didn't sleep well, especially those who lived on the third floor. After a lot of tossing and looking for a room on the second floor, they naturally slept even worse.

"Masters, I'm Ye Yan. Did anyone go to see it? What's the situation above?" A rather cute-looking man asked.

He was sitting in a corner, and next to him was a woman in a cheongsam, but half of her face was hidden in the dark, looking very mysterious.

Duan Rong shook his head, "Take a look after dinner, the people living inside must be dead."

Others didn't go to see it either, they were very taboo about the third floor.

"Did the owner of this villa be burned to death?" Mianmian showed shock, "It's too scary."

Others chimed in.

"Why didn't the Lingdang brothers and sisters and Uncle Fang come down?" Zhang Lingnan asked curiously.

Zhang Lingnan is a college student with a very cheerful personality, but on the second day, he already knows everyone's names.

Ye Yan said: "Uncle Fang is dead. He went down wrapped in a quilt yesterday and was eaten by a haired female ghost. The bones outside are his."

"Brother and sister Ling Dang will not have an accident, right? They also live on the third floor." Zhang Lingnan said.

Everyone agreed that the yellow-haired youth Lu Chan was dead, after all, he lived in the master bedroom, which was the master bedroom that caught fire yesterday.

Even wearing a fabulous pajamas can't stop death.

"Tsk, why doesn't anyone care about me?" A voice came from upstairs, and he walked down the stairs slowly.

Everyone's eyes widened and they stared at him in surprise, as if they had seen a ghost.

It turned out to be a yellow-haired road cicada.

(End of this chapter)