Horror Teahouse: I only sell dangerous things

I was a little embarrassed that I sold three of the bottles, but at this point I had to lie.

"Yes, Boss Lin asked me to find you to buy goods. Ah

Gong Hong didn't ask any more questions, and asked me to follow him into the funeral home.

Because it was dark, the funeral home was a little dark, and the employees were all off work, and it was quiet everywhere.

When Ah Gong's crutches hit the ground, there was a crisp "click" sound, which kept echoing in the corridor, and my heart was furious when I listened to it.

In order to give myself courage, I took the initiative to talk to my grandfather.

"Grandpa, why did you come to work at this point?"

"I work the night shift. Seeing that my face was full of puzzlement, Ah Gong explained, "Two years ago, there was a case of a corpse being lost in the funeral home, and the museum found someone to work the night shift, and the guards were all relatives of the leader, so they couldn't force it, so they found me." "

Aren't you scared by yourself?"

Ah Gong laughed.

"I've been working here all my life, dealing with corpses every day, what's there to be afraid of, to be honest, I'd rather talk to corpses than go home and listen to my wife's endless chatter. With that

, Ah Gong stopped, opened a door, turned on the light, and pointed to the chair in the room.

"Sit down for a while, and I'll get you wine." "

I listened to my grandfather's arrangement and waited in the house, but soon, I had a creepy feeling.

The walls of the room were covered with black and white photographs of men and women, young and old, all expressionless and with blank eyes, as if they were staring at me.

I didn't dare to look at it anymore, stared down at my toes, hoping that Ah Gong would come back soon, but after waiting for half an hour, Ah Gong still didn't return.

Suddenly

there was a sound of electricity on the roof, and then the office suddenly fell into darkness, and the lights were broken.

It was dark all around, I couldn't see my fingers, and all I could hear was my own rapid breathing and the pounding of my heart.

I used to be not afraid of the dark, but since my eyes have been cured, I have become very afraid of the dark, and I have to leave a small lamp even when I sleep.

The thought that this was a funeral parlor made me even more frightened, so I got up and slowly felt out along the wall in the direction of the door in my memory.

When I returned to the corridor, I saw a bright light in the distance, and I guessed that it was the room where Ah Gong was walking, so I hurriedly walked forward.

The closer you get to the lighted room, the more clearly you can hear a strange sound.

The

sound was crisp, and it was very clear in the dim silence.

My heart was furious, and I didn't dare to go on, nor did I dare to go back.

After struggling for a long time, I still made up my mind to go over and take a look, but it was too cold in the corridor, and the wind that poured in from nowhere went straight into my neck.

Even though it was less than ten meters away, I had the feeling that I had walked a thousand meters in iron shoes.

As I walked, something hit my heel, and I screamed in fright and sat on the ground.

A pair of dark green eyes, right at my feet, kept staring at me.

My heart almost stopped until I heard the familiar screams.

"Squeak!"

is a mouse.

When I came back to my senses, I got up and kicked the mouse away, gasped for a few breaths, and continued to walk.

I finally reached the lighted room, the door was open, and yellow light peeked through the crack.

I gently pushed the door, but I didn't expect it to be in disrepair, and it made a particularly harsh grinding sound when I touched it.

Crunch~

I walked in hard, and then saw a scene that made me creepy.

Ah Gong sat on a low bench with a rusty iron bed in front of him, and on the bed lay a man, covered from head to ankle with a white cloth, revealing only a pair of corpse-spotted feet.

There was a clay altar under his feet, and Ah Gong was holding the dead man's feet in one hand and nail clippers in the other, and every time he pinched it, he would make a crisp sound.

Bang!

Bang!

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