Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 153 Non-Staff Treatment
Mu Cang followed Wei Keyi and stepped in. He felt that this step was like traveling through time and space. Outside was a modern factory of the new era, and inside was a forgotten handicraft workshop.

Wei Keyi only took two steps in, and stopped in the damp courtyard full of moss. He didn't even look at Mu Cang, as if he had completed the task, and said, "Here, your new residence. Heavy industry The wheelhouse does not support idlers, so report to Yayayuan in the afternoon and see what they can arrange for you.”

After speaking, he left the courtyard in disgust.

Mu Cang chased after two steps with the big bag, and asked, "Then what... am I alone? Hey! Please make it clear!"

The electric car had already sped away without even a trace of its back.

Mu Cang sighed silently, his head was full of question marks, the accommodation conditions were very different in this one night, what is this, special treatment for non-staff?

Holding her bag in her arms, she returned to the yard in front of the small building, and looked up without tears——

A dilapidated two-story building that looked like a dilapidated building, with ivy climbing on the outer wall, the thick black green, forcibly dimming the light in the entire yard.

The ground is a bluestone slab covered with greasy moss, and no one has stepped on it for a long time.

Mu Cang suspected that there were no other living creatures in this building.

She stretched her neck and shouted angrily from below: "Hello! Excuse me...is there anyone?"

There was a faint echo in front of the small building, it was extremely quiet.

She carried the big bag and walked straight into the small building.

The first floor was empty, with some broken machine tools placed there, like a warehouse dedicated to stacking discarded debris.

She only took a quick glance, and her vision was blocked by many tall things, making it difficult to see the overall situation. But overall, it looked like it was a large, open room that could not be inhabited.

The corner on the right is the entrance of the corridor, which is narrow, dark and backlit.

Mu Cang stepped up the stairs cautiously and walked towards the second floor.

The second floor is an old-fashioned corridor balcony. On one side is a fence made of hollowed-out cement stones, which is waist-high; on the other side is a row of small rooms with closed wooden doors.

Mu Cang pushed from the first room to the last room before successfully opening the door.

There are five rooms in total, the front four are locked.

The room was about twenty square meters in size, with no windows, surrounded by large black moldy walls, with a single bed, a set of tables and chairs, and a small wardrobe.

Mu Cang is quite satisfied with the single room without sharing.

It's just a little damp, and there are no windows, so the door can only be opened for ventilation.

She put down the big bag and touched the table and chairs. It seemed that someone had wiped them in advance, but there was no dust.

"It's okay, quiet."

Mu Cang still wanted to go to the cafeteria to guard Xiao Zai and the others for a while, and said in the afternoon that he was going to work in some Yaya Garden, so he didn't dare to dawdle right now, and started to work in a hurry.

She bent down and started to spread the sheets, and found that the bed board against the wall was darker in color.

I pressed it with my fingertips and found that it was indeed moist.

He touched the wall on the inside again, it was wet and could be stained with white ash.

Had to pull the bed out a bit.

Mu Cang bowed his waist, grabbed the edge of the bed, and exerted all his strength——

ga-

Ouch--

Along with the crunching sound, there was a low groan.

Mu Cang thought that his ears had misheard, so he grabbed the bed again and dragged it out a little.

This time there was no creaking sound of the bed, but the sound of yo-hoi, which was heard very clearly.

Someone is hiding under her bed?

Just as Mu Cang was about to bend down to look, his ankle was grabbed by a thin hand.

Her hairs stood up immediately, and she was about to kick her legs subconsciously, but she didn't expect the other party to be so strong, grabbing her ankle and pulling it hard, her center of gravity swung, and she fell down on her buttocks in a muddleheaded squat.

"Hey hey-"

This time, it was two howls in unison.

A voice complained from under the bed, "You are so useless, girl, you could fall if you use your strength. Hurry up, drag me out, the old man, I'm about to fall apart."

Mu Cang tilted his head and looked under the bed. An old man wearing the overalls of a heavy industry wheel company was lying under her bed like a bastard, with a ball-shaped thing stuck to one hand, and the other hand was trying to support the bed. Touching the floor, trying to get out.

"Who are you?"

"My old king."

"What are you doing under my bed?"

"I'll fix the bed for you."

Mu Cang looked at the height of the bed again, and asked, "Thank you for your hard work, but this can't hold you back."

The old man was impatient, "Pull me out first, you think I'm willing to get stuck in it, my neck is stiff after sleeping all night."

Mu Cang was speechless, he had already been stuck under the bed all night.

She grabbed the old man's hand and pulled it out vigorously. Looking at the dry old man, the weight was not small, and she didn't move even a little under the tug.

Mu Cang looked at him strangely and asked, "Are you embedded in the wall?"

The old man glared at her, "You're just embedded in the wall, think of a way, hurry up!"

Mu Cang had no choice but to rub his palms and use great force to slowly move the single bed away.

Only then was the situation on the inside of the edge of the bed revealed. One of the old man's heels was inserted into the mouth of a skull. The skull was so squeezed that it had deformed, and a lot of jelly-like gel material overflowed around it.

What the hell is this?
The old man's face turned slightly red and urged: "Hurry up! Are you scared to death? Hahahaha! I guess you will be scared to death. Although the plan is not fully implemented, it is unexpected, hahahaha... cough cough cough!"

He laughed so hard that he was out of breath, causing the dust under the bed to flutter away, and then he started coughing with tears in his eyes.

Mu Cang groaned numbly, rubbed the overflowing semi-solidified substance with the edge of the old man's trouser leg, and pulled out a long thread.

This situation can basically be inferred clearly.

She asked: "Are you going to stick a skull under the bed to scare me, but you ended up sticking yourself in it?"

The old man shook his other hand, it was actually a skull, but Mu Cang could only see the back of his head before, thinking it was a ball.

Now it seems that the old man's hand is stuck in the skull's mouth.

He said, "Look at this skull, isn't the mouth too big?"

The old man opened his mouth, showing few teeth, and said: "I thought the mouth was too big and unreasonable, but Xiao Yang didn't admit it, he said it was just right, this is a standard human model, it's not bad .I showed him a show, and I said, my mouth can’t fit into a fist. If your skeleton can fit into a fist, it means that your mouth is too big. Then I stuffed my fist into it. , and then I couldn’t get it out. I wanted to crawl out of the bed and figure out a way, so I pushed my heels into the freshly attached skull, and the glue inside was still stuck before it dried.”

He raised his hands in response to the occasion, kicked his legs again, and then said as a matter of course: "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Mu Cang didn't even know how to describe her mood, so she asked, "Where's Xiao Yang?"

The old man yawned, "Go back to sleep."

Mu Cang asked again: "He won't help you?"

The old man smiled meanly, "He is a ghost, how can he touch me."

(End of this chapter)