The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

"Welcome home!"

The voice that entered the eardrum was low and strange, with a creepy malice, like a cold snake sliding across the spine, making Yang Tuo's heart tighten suddenly, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Yang Tuo: "???"

The rotten touch, the dark palm, the strange voice....The ghost story came true?

His scalp was numb, his heart was beating like a drum, and he was terrified.

He hurriedly turned his head to look down the stairs, but found that there was no one there, and there was no trace of Feng Yuhuai there.

"Did she leave me and run away?!!!"

A wave of anger, fear and resentment surged in his heart, as unstoppable as a tsunami.

Yang Tuo's Adam's apple rolled hard, trying to call for help, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and the sound he made was just a faint gasp.

The horrible and disgusting touch made him tremble all over, and his whole body seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force, and he was dragged into the house involuntarily.

At the moment he was dragged in, Yang Tuo thought of the ghost story in the car, where the male protagonist was finally dragged into the shadow by a black hand and returned to the woman's house three months later.

"If this ghost story can come true completely... it would be great!!!" Yang Tuo roared desperately in his heart.

Yang Tuo was dragged into the house.

It was not until this time that he saw clearly with horror that there were two ghosts in the house.

One had an ugly and terrifying face and was talking to him, and the ghost hand that pulled him in was not his, but another ghost that was almost hidden in the darkness and whose face could not be seen.

If the latter had not opened his mouth and revealed a mouthful of white teeth, he would have almost misunderstood.

"No, Feng Mu!"

A ghost speaking human language?

The horrified Yang Tuo suddenly came back to his senses and realized that it was a human, not a ghost, and he suddenly felt infinite courage in his heart.

He suddenly activated the strength in his body, raised his feet, stretched them straight, and kicked forward suddenly.

The next moment, the courage was like a tide that had receded, and Yang Tuo was horrified to see that his legs were twisted into a knot.

Infinite courage completely turned into infinite anger, anger at Feng Yuhuai's escape, anger at the fact that the person who killed him was a human and not a ghost.

"Where is Feng Mu?"

The ugly face pressed against his face, and the gloomy eyes seemed to drill into his eyes.

"Oh, he doesn't know, then die."

With a crisp sound, the whole neck was twisted by the huge force, and the rotten juice mixed with blood splashed on the door.

Yang Tuo fell heavily to the ground. Before he died, his mind was full of resentment and anger: "The one who killed me was not a ghost, so how can I become a ghost? I really want to come back to find Feng Yuhuai ah ah ah——"

Yang Tuo died, and a pair of bulging dead eyes stared at the empty bed under Feng Yuhuai in the bedroom inside the door.

Next to his body, a mobile phone slipped out of his pocket, and the screen showed the caller ID of his mother Du Li. The phone made a buzzing vibration, as if it was shouting at the top of its lungs to call back her son's resentful spirit.

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Feng Yuhuai had no time to care about Yang Tuo's desire to find her after his death. She had no guilt in her heart because she never really thought that she had broken her promise.

She had said that she would not abandon the hero and escape alone, but in her life script, she was the well-deserved heroine, and Yang Tuo, was he worthy of being the hero?

In the dark alley, she ran forward desperately like a beast escaping from a trap.

Her soles stepped heavily on the garbage and mud pits, and every step was accompanied by splashes of mud and water. The dirty mud and water splashed her white shoe uppers and dyed them the color of mud.

The footsteps chasing behind her were like drums beating on the heart drum, rapid and heavy. The little distance that Yang Tuo had exchanged for his life was being shortened rapidly.

Feng Yuhuai's heart was beating wildly in her chest, and every beat seemed to be beating her fear.

She glanced back suddenly, and saw that the pursuer in the dark seemed to merge with the night, and his face was difficult to recognize in the thick shadows.

Only the white teeth that opened and closed between breaths looked particularly terrifying in the dim light of the dark night, which made people feel cold.

The only thing Feng Yuhuai could clearly capture was the sound of the rotten corpse fluid splashing on the ground when the pursuer swung his arms.

The sticky liquid hit the ground, making a disgusting sound, like the saliva of a monster drooling when it pounced on its food, which made every nerve of hers tense to the extreme, and the creepy feeling spread from her back to her whole body.

"The male protagonist in the ghost story at least stopped the monster with his life. Yang Tuo, you waste, how could you let the monster catch up with me?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart was filled with uncontrollable rage, and the power of the "Snake Transformation" in his body was stimulated to the limit, as if an inner frenzy was about to burst the dam.

On her originally delicate face, blue veins stood out like winding little snakes, twisting slowly.

This beautiful girl with martial arts talent usually ranks among the top in school and has outstanding achievements. However, at this moment, she has no intention of turning back to fight with the pursuers.

Feng Yuhuai has only one word in his mind at this moment - escape!

The pride of the past is like the white shoes on his feet, which he stepped on in the mud.

Feng Yuhuai's heart actually rose a little enlightenment: "The pride and dignity that I used to value are just like the thin paint on the wall. They are so fragile in the face of life and death, not worth mentioning. Only living, living is everything."

If time could go back, Feng Yuhuai would definitely listen to his inner feelings and would never step into the building.

"I am the kind of genius with particularly keen perception that the martial arts instructor said. I will be warned before the danger comes. I must not die in this dark and shabby alley. As long as I can escape, I, Feng Yuhuai, will have an infinitely bright future."

The dark No. 2 behind him obviously didn't think so. He let out a low and evil roar, a low and evil roar from the depths of his throat.

The ant stick in his hand flew out like a venomous snake, cutting through the night sky and going straight to the back of Feng Yuhuai's head. Its momentum was as fierce as an arrow from a string.

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and fierce, like the silent sound of the death god's life-claiming. The low evil roar shook the air, and the low roar echoed in the air, as if the muffled voice of the man on the phone was echoing in his ears again.

"Feng Mu, it's the senior brother on Feng Mu's phone. He actually dared to send someone to take my life!!!"

Feng Yuhuai's heart was filled with panic and confusion. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, as if there were flames jumping in her eyes, and the anger was burning in her chest, unable to be suppressed.

"If I can escape today, I will kill Feng Mu tomorrow!!!" Feng Yuhuai swore fiercely in her heart.

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