My cards are not straight

Chapter 72 Urgent, online, etc.

The blue-gray arm slipped from the closet, and a stench like spoiled salted fish leaked out.

The crowd was silent.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse was poured out of the closet and got up from the ground again.

"He's alive, he's alive!"

Dai Hao was nervous and tried to gain courage.

Unfortunately, Zhang San is also afraid.

Zhang San took a step without any trace, and Dai Hao followed suit.

Liushen, who was close to the closet, pulled out the bed sheet smoothly, threw it, covered it, and tied it up in one go.

Everyone: Applause
Even if the living corpse is restrained with a bed sheet, it cannot cover the pungent smell.

"I can't, I'm about to die!"

Dai Hao put his hands on the ground, his cheeks became sore due to excessive retching.

He tremblingly took out a potted chrysanthemum from his pocket, it was still the white kind.

The chrysanthemum trembled wildly, and the petals kept growing.

hiccup~
Chrysanthemum hiccupped and covered her stamen with a leaf, just like the gesture of a little daughter.

The originally turbid air in the house gradually became fresh, Dai Hao took a deep breath, and revived with blood on the spot.

Wen Ning struggled to move her envious eyes away from the pot of chrysanthemums, "It's time for the next story."

"Let me tell."

Zhang San, who was disconnected, finally re-logged in.

His lips parted slightly, "Have you ever heard of combing your hair in the middle of the night?"

Zhang San held the candle tightly and told this familiar horror story.

A mirror quietly appeared on the empty table in room 2. The chair under the table was pulled away without being touched, and the cushion on the chair surface was sunken, as if someone was sitting on it.

A wooden comb appeared out of thin air, moving up and down in the air at an even speed, as if someone was holding it to comb his hair.

The moment Zhang San blew out the candle, a strange face appeared on the mirror.

He leaned twice in Wen Ning's direction, his forehead covered with dense sweat.

Zhang San licked his dry lips, pretended to be calm, and looked up at the ceiling at 45 degrees.

His appearance in Dai Hao's eyes is the most dickish expression of my father.

According to the template in the setting, four words popped up in Dai Hao's heart: He deserves to be him.

He imitated Zhang San's movements and looked at the ceiling. Before anyone asked who would answer the story, Dai Hao said: "Did you hear such a voice in your ears at midnight?"

In order to fit the story, Dai Hao deliberately changed his voice, "Back...back...back..."

Three short words, like a hammer hitting people's hearts.

He was about to add billions of details to this story when he heard "Back to back..."

This voice is not intentional like Dai Hao's, it is real Qi Ruoyousi.

The owner of the voice seems to be leaning against your back, whispering softly in your ear.

Dai Hao got stuck and his brain crashed.

Wen Ning couldn't find the source of the sound, but based on the previous three times, the exact location of the owner of the sound depended on Dai Hao's story.

She always felt that this dungeon was for players to purchase.

The player is an ATM machine, which reads the card and spits out money.

"Emma, ​​hurry up and protect yourself from the barrage, the sound scares the baby to death!" 』

"My family members don't understand, when the sound of me going to the bathroom came out, everything in my mouth was cut off. 』

"Enough upstairs, I actually have a picture"

The originally terrifying atmosphere dissipated the moment Wen Ning saw the barrage.

This is probably the joy of outsiders.

But the temperature around his body gradually dropped, and he could see a cloud of white air with every breath.

Wen Ning hugged Manshu tightly, and while warming each other, he did not forget to remind Dai Hao: "Quickly end the story."

Ding~ Your friend Dai Hao has gone offline!
Wen Ning: (╯▔dish▔)╯

She was furious, with serious consequences.

"Wow, it's so cold~"

Wen Ning burst into tears, Manshu's face was shocked.

Under Manshu's astonished gaze, Wen Ning got up and walked towards Dai Hao, clutching his shoulders and shaking wildly.

"You wake up!"

Dai Hao: (((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ)))
He felt the pain of being forced to go online.

"The ant race has been going on for ten years!"

Dai Hao: (+_+),

Suddenly, he came back to his senses, "What? Ants? Where did the ants come from?"

When his drowsy head got used to it, Wen Ning with teary eyes appeared in front of Dai Hao's eyes.

Tears filled her eyelashes, her eyes were sullen, her body was slender, and her arms trembled slightly.

In an instant, Dai Hao felt a little itchy on the tip of his nose.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, it was wet and hot, and when he lowered his eyes, it was blood!

So dizzy, so dizzy!
His eyes became an 'x', his tongue stuck out, and he looked like 'I'm dead'.

"Wait, don't faint!"

Wen Ning cried out anxiously, seeing Dai Hao disconnected again, she gritted her teeth and slapped him.

"Who? Who hit me!"

Dai Hao woke up and filled his upper lip.

Coincidentally, he licked his nosebleed, and he smacked his lips twice, "Why does it smell like rust!"

He seemed to realize something, and when he was about to faint again, Wen Ning quickly held his eyelids with his eyes and hands.

"Zhang San, go!"

"okay!"

Zhang San reflexively answered Wen Ning's words.

He was silent for a while, and then said, "Sister Ning, what are you doing?"

"Put the candle to his mouth, and if he faints, blow out the candle and faint again."

This operation can't control the people present.

The barrage also exploded.

"Is that okay? 』

"66666"

"99999"

"I'm reporting, this is someone's card BUG"

"Dai Hao: I'm fainted but not completely fainted"

"New here, this girl is pretty. 』

"No, no, Wen Ning is just a fragile little white flower, not that powerful."

"Dai Hao: No one speaks for me"

The dense barrage covered Zhang San's eyes.

Holding the candle, Zhang San only moved towards Dai Hao's mouth.

Master Hua closed his eyes, Liushen lowered his hat, Manshu turned his head, Lu Meimei whistled, and Lu Liang lowered his head and snapped his fingers.

The barrage paused for a moment.

After seeing Zhang San's movements clearly, Wen Ning let go of Dai Hao's eyes and bowed deeply to him.

The organization will not forget your sacrifice!

Zhang San was silent for three seconds, and quickly helped Dai Hao up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stuff the candle into your mouth!"

Dai Hao burst into tears.

My baby tame put the candle into my mouth, what can I do, of course pet it.

Amid Dai Hao's sobbing, the next story began.

In just one hour, Wen Ning heard seven horror stories.

From the cat-faced old lady to the murder in the dormitory; from combing hair in the middle of the night to back-to-back;

The inside and outside of Room 2 has become a strange quarter.

The balcony belongs to the cat-faced old lady, the wardrobe belongs to the bound corpse, the table belongs to the tricky combing hair in the middle of the night, the air belongs to the back-to-back sound, the toilet belongs to the midnight bell, the outside of the door belongs to the slapping ball, and the outside of the window belongs to the slippery ghost.

Huaye, Lu Meimei, Liushen, and Dai Hao are almost running out of props in order to resist these weird invasions.

There is still one horror story left, but all the stories Wen Ning knows and can be told have been told.

Now she can't wait to take out her mobile phone and post on a certain place.

The reserve of horror stories is running out, are there any unpopular stories?
Urgent, wait online.

(End of this chapter)