Horror Studio

The rain seemed to never stop at all, it was working tirelessly, converging into stagnant water on the flat ground, and expanding rapidly; a waterfall was erected between the eaves, and it flowed straight down.

In the violent storm, it is very unwise to take an umbrella, so both the Peng family and the Yan family chose raincoats.

The heavy rain hit pedestrians like sharp arrows.

People from the two families walked to the Pushazhuang police station wearing raincoats of different colors.

In places where they cannot see, infants and ghosts are spreading rapidly in Pusa Village. These resentful babies are like ghosts in the rain, crawling through every place where there may be creatures.

...

"You...you..." Xiao Zuanfeng's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that the **** actor who hadn't killed anyone around him shot like this. "Although what Zuo Ying said just now is indeed very dangerous... but... No matter how you think it is a joke, right?"

"Instead of having time to talk such nonsense, it is better to add some charcoal fire, this night is only half past." Qian Cang glanced at Zuo Ying lying outside the door, and the feeling of uncertainty in his heart grew stronger.

After filling up the charcoal in the stove, he looked out the door again.

"Did you not find anything wrong?" Qiancang frowned.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zuanfeng was puzzled.

"Her body..." Qian Cang pointed at Zuo Ying outside the door, "It's getting deflated."

"It seems like this!" Xiao Zuifeng said loudly after staring at it for five seconds.

After dozens of seconds, Zuo Ying's body completely disappeared, and the whole process was as if ice was melting.

"Could it be that...women are really made of water?" Xiao Zuanfeng looked serious.

"What an amazing discovery." Qian Cang sneered.

At this time, the lights in the house suddenly began to flicker, and after two seconds, the light was completely lost.

A flash of lightning illuminates the night sky. With this light, Qiancang saw Zuo Ying, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared outside the door, but compared to before, she was standing and looking at the room at this time.

Because the time was too short, Qian Cangyi didn't see Zuo Ying's face clearly at this time, but he could be sure that it had absolutely nothing to do with the word friendly.

"We... have been staying like this?" Xiao Zuanfeng turned his head, because there was only charcoal fire in the house, his face looked a little horrified, and it felt like a horrible atmosphere created by placing a flashlight on his chin.

"You can also go out, I won't object." Qian Cangyi shrugged.

"But..." Xiao Zuanfeng wanted to say something, but when he thought of what he said and did before, he felt that he was not qualified to give advice.

"Zuo Ying is probably a ghost." Qian Cang said calmly.

"Why?" Xiao Zuanfeng turned his head and looked at the flames jumping inside the stove, feeling that he was in a ghost story in his heart.

"How do I know?" Qiancang asked back. "But I think it was the infant ghost who had some contact with her, plus this weird weather..." He stopped halfway through.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Zuanfeng was taken aback by Qian Cangyi's actions.

"Wang Pan... She should be looking for Wang Pan..." Qian Cang sighed.

...

King's room.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes tightly. He, who was already asleep, was awakened twice by thunder.

After turning over, he forced himself to go to sleep again, and for this reason, he also began to count ‘boiled dumplings’.

The reason why it is "sleeping" instead of "sheep" is because he once read an article when he went to town to do errands. The above explained that the reason for counting "sheep" is because of homophony, so the corresponding answer should be counting. Dumplings'.

After trying, he found that these two methods are not very helpful for insomnia.

He turned over again, only to find that his hand touched water, "Is it leaking?"

Wang Pan got up, looked at the ceiling, put his hand on the top of the water that had just touched it, but no drop of rain fell.

"It's weird, why is there water? Could it be that I..." Thinking of this, Wang Pan put his hands on his crotch, "There is no water!" At this time, somehow, Wang Pan's mind flashed, "If It's not that there is water on the top, is it possible that the cause is below."

Wang Pan lifted his own sheets and touched the board until it was still moist.

"Sure enough!" While lamenting his clear thinking, he poked his head out, and then moved his body so that he could see under the bed.

The bottom of the bed was dark, and I couldn't see anything when I didn't turn on the light.

"If only there was a flash of lightning at this time, I don't need to get up to turn on the lights." Wang Pan shook his head.

Perhaps his words were heard by God, and a flashing arc ran all the way from the clouds to the end of the sky.

Wang Pan also saw what was under his bed.

It was a woman's face, a pale face, and a well-crafted face. The face on this face made Wang Pan feel extremely familiar, and at the same time extremely strange~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He remembered himself I have seen it many times, but I can't remember how, a ripple swayed on this face, and ripples appeared.

In an instant, Wang Pan felt as if his body had fallen into the water, but he felt suffocated while lying on the bed. His hands clung to his neck, but this did not relieve the pain of his body.

At this moment, the person under the bed moved.

She stretched out her hands and hugged Wang Pan's head in her arms. His eyes were filled with tenderness and...death.

...

The Fengxia River became wider and wider, and it even came to the neighboring house.

The infant ghosts still crawled out of the Fengxia River, but the number was much smaller. With the passage of time, the number of infant ghosts also decreased, until the last one left the Fengxia River.

In the place where it was originally a bridge, the river converged strangely and gradually piled up.

Slowly a figure appeared in the Fengxia River. This was a woman's body. Because it was completely composed of water, it looked like translucent. Only the change in light penetration could prove her existence.

Then, the figure moved, a pair of jade feet lightly on the surface of the water, but when she reached the edge of the Fengxia River, she stopped moving, but quietly watched what was happening in front of her.

The torrential rain passed through her body and seemed to have no effect on her at all.

...

The Peng family has arrived at the Pushazhuang police station.

Although there was nothing wrong on the way, each of them had a kind of anxiety in their hearts. This kind of anxiety made people feel as if they were a kite with a broken wire, which was falling rapidly.

"After killing, I set fire to this ghost place." Peng Wei said viciously.

"But... such heavy rain, even if there is oil, it won't burn, right?" Peng Hongcai looked very embarrassed.

"A little burn is a little!" Peng Wei didn't care about it.

He just wanted to chop the money warehouse into minced meat.