"How... how?"

The strange thing that happened to Shi Liao Zhi reappeared on Qin Jian at this moment.

Several people before him did not come back.

The one who came back...only the ship that looked at the problem.

The boat sailed quietly out of the mist, and there was no one on it.

Including the guy who claims to be Hao Shuai.

He also disappeared.

Pupils couldn't help trembling, the paper man's stiff arms began to bend, and the black-blue fingers protruded from under the sleeve robe, with a few rotten, ugly red nails inlaid on them.

At this moment, the nails were turned out, and turbid and yellow mucus was dripping from the fingers that were already swollen like clubs. Amidst Qin Jian's frightened light, he pulled out a sticky silk in the air.

The stench invaded the nasal cavity, and Qin Jian felt that his breathing was about to stop.

The weight-bearing feeling on his back continued to increase, and a numb sensation came from his neck, and a wet, rather textured object slowly slipped along his neck.

Moist, rough, with an inexplicable sticky feeling.

He realized what it was almost immediately.

It's the tongue!

The ghost on his back... is licking himself with his tongue.

Frightened his face pale, Qin Jian seemed to be dying, living to this day, and only now did he realize the true despair.

"Why?" Qin Jian struggled to turn his stiff neck, and the fear in his eyes was gradually overwhelmed by the thick resentment, "Life? A good life...Where is it?!"

He has more than once planned to get rid of the ghost on his back and then jump into the lake.

But until the end, he survived.

Because he knew that it was by no means the best choice.

There is only one real way for him to survive.

Those few words!

The paper man behind him is getting heavier and heavier. This is a real pressure. Not long ago, the weight of the paper man behind him has exceeded the weight of an ordinary woman, and... this feeling continues.

People who died by hanging were lighter than those who died by drowning. Qin Jian heard it from someone older than him.

The muscles of the whole body are exerting strength, and the joints are gradually making heart-palpiting noises, as if they are about to break in the next second.

At the juncture of life and death, Qin Jian, who gritted his teeth, slowly calmed down.

"Drums in the middle of the night, the boat is on the lake, and the night is in the mortuary, and it is in Yinshuang."

He has red eyes.

The three watch drums said that it should be the beginning of this game, and the rules of the game on Zhouxing Lake also corresponded to the rules of the game. The last two sentences worthy of his thinking are—

"Mortalizing night travel, you are in Yinshuang."

Mortuary...It should be him, and he is the only one wearing a black Mortuary.

Nocturnal travel is easy to understand, is it nocturnal to sail a boat late at night?

But this is Yinshuang...

As Qin Jian gritted his teeth against the increasingly exaggerated pressure, he suddenly discovered that the fog around him had suddenly become thinner. Then, on the lake ten meters away from him, a silver full moon was reflected in the water.

Shaking his lips, Qin Jian's eyes lit up in an instant, "Lu is in Yinshuang...No, it is not Lu, it is the road!" His excited tears flowed out, "The road is in Yinshuang! "

This silver moon...is the way to survive!

He gathered his last strength and fixed his eyes on the moon in the water. After a while, the boat actually moved towards the moon reflected in the water as he wished.

As soon as he drove past the full moon, Qin Jian clearly felt the pressure on his back disappeared.

That ghost...disappeared.

"It's done!" Qin Jian knelt down on the boat all of a sudden, with a hysterical expression, his nose and tears poured out, "I...I don't need to die!"

"Survived..."

As the fog gradually dissipated at this moment, the rest of the people on the shore could naturally see what happened on the lake, but unlike Qin Jian's rejoicing after the catastrophe, only the remaining fat man and Chen Qiang's expressions were surprisingly heavy.

With an unnatural rolling of his throat, he looked away from the water moon under Qin Jian, and the fat man quietly raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The entire night sky was pitch black, like a pool of sticky stagnant water.

Not to mention the moon, not even a single star.

......

Qin Jian is dead.

Died in front of You Qi, recalling the process of Qin Jian's death, You Qi, a man who looked at the five big and three thick, could not be overstated.

In fact, he was still shaking. He was soaked in a quilt, covered with a cup of warm tea, as if to absorb the temperature of the tea, to warm himself.

"Don't worry, say slowly, what's wrong with Qin Jian?" Shi Liao Zhi said, his yellow hair is wet, especially the position of his trousers, dripping dripping.

An Xuan and Xia Meng were sitting on both sides of You Qi, unabashedly looking at You Qi, as if to dig out all the clues he had.

Jiang Cheng sat opposite You Qi, but he was calm and relaxed, which was clearly in contrast with the red-eyed Shi Liao Zhi.

Chen Qiang sat on the bed alone, keeping a certain distance from everyone.

Fatty wanted to huddle with the doctor, but after thinking about it, he squeezed beside Zuo Jing and tried to stay close to her to keep warm.

It seems that he is safe in places where there are too many people. You Qi also calmed down slowly. He licked his lips first, and then asked in a tentative tone: "You guys... have also encountered that kind of thing. Bar?"

In fact, there is no need to guess at this point, because everyone is wet, only Fatty and Chen Qiang who are behind Qin Jian are not.

The teacher Liao Zhi shivered and said, "Stop talking about it, but it's so wicked. Those brides are all ghosts!" He swallowed, staring in fear and said, "I don't know what happened in this house. What happened, so many brides died."

"Probably not." An Xuan thought for a while to answer. His voice was very calm, giving people a feeling that what we said was the truth: "It's just that no matter which paper bride we choose in the end, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is on the way back. , Will become ghosts."

"There should be only one ghost." He glanced at his teacher Liao Zhi and continued.

An Xuan's speculation is still relatively reliable, and this can be felt from everyone's reaction.

If so many ghosts appeared in the copy at once, it would be terrible.

"You...do you still want to listen to me?" You Qi asked, wrapped up like a zongzi.

"Say."

Through You Qi's memories, they probably understood the process of Qin Jian's death. The bizarre and horror in it were beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"When I came back, I happened to meet Qin Jian. He looked very strange at the time." As if thinking of something, You Qi shrank and continued: "He walked by the lake alone, just very close to the lake. Near, the shoes seem to have stepped into the water."

"I subconsciously wanted to remind him to stay away from the water, but before I spoke, I just... found out..."