After a few glances, the fat man felt uncomfortable all over, so he decided to find the rope as soon as possible, and then ran away with Chu Jiu.

I just don't know how the doctor is now.

"There is no rope." After Chu Jiu looked around, he returned with a pair of scissors in his hand, "Use curtains, hurry up."

The fat man was tall and took a stool. Chu Jiu worried that the fat man moved too much, so he said that he should pick the curtains by himself, and let the fat man pay attention to the movement nearby.

The fat man held his breath, and the two of them tacitly turned off the light in their hands in order not to cause other changes.

After a murmur of noise, the fat man heard a very soft landing sound, and then Chu Jiu's voice sounded behind him, "Okay." Chu Jiu lowered his voice and said, "The rope is tied up, let's go."

"Is it strong enough?" the fat man asked, he didn't want to fall downstairs.

"Do not worry."

The only thing that comforted the fat man was that the cold breath outside the door was still there, and there was no further change.

A gust of wind blows, and the fat man can't help shivering. He is repeatedly confirming whether the rope is strong with his hands. After all, this is related to Chu Jiu's and his own lives.

"You come first." The fat man lowered his voice, "I may not be able to stand the rope if I come first."

"Huh—" Chu Jiu exhaled, "It's better for you first, don't dawdle, I'll show you the rope on it."

"Okay, then." The fat man didn't linger. Now the most precious thing is time. He carried the rope in his hand and walked toward the balcony.

There was a flash of light outside the window, like the high beams of a car, leaving the fat man's shadow on the wall for a short time, but it was just half a second that made the fat man's heart suddenly cool.

He saw a shadow above his own.

And this shadow was hung from the ceiling, both hands hanging weakly.

As a gust of wind blew, the figure shook slightly, making a "creaking" sound.

"Let's go." Chu Jiu, who was originally behind him, rang from in front of Fatty, "I will put the rope first and send you down, and then I will..."

Appearing to be anxious to implement his own plan, Chu Jiu, who suddenly moved in front of him, even took the initiative to take the fat man's hand and drew him to the balcony.

There is nothing wrong with that hand, it is small and soft.

The problem is that Chu Jiu dressed in front of him, and the fat man's hand touched a fabric with a texture similar to tulle.

He immediately realized that this was a wedding dress.

I am afraid that the real Chu Jiu has been killed by a ghost, and now in front of him is the ghost bride in the group photo!

Oops......

Being led all the way to the balcony by the other party, the fat man was more sure of the guess in his heart. He could already vaguely see the surrounding environment, but he couldn't see Chu Jiu in front of him.

She seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and what was even more strange was that the transition was very natural, no matter what angle she looked at, it looked like a backlight.

Chu Jiu in front of him quickly tied the rope made of curtains, and then hung the other end along the wall.

"Hurry up." Chu Jiushen lowered his voice mysteriously, looked at the position of his eyes, and motioned, "I'm afraid that thing is coming in soon."

The fat man didn't dare to show that he had seen it through. He casually played it, trying his best to cooperate with the bride ghost acting.

At the same time, he also knew what kind of method the bride ghost wanted to kill him.

Taking advantage of the moment when he climbed down the rope, cut the rope and let him fall to his death.

"Okay." The fat man replied. He glanced at the balcony facing downstairs, and slowly, he had an idea in his mind.

The fat man was lying on the balcony guardrail with both hands, part of his body hanging in the air.

"Pay attention to your back," he tried to distract the ghost bride, and at the same time took the opportunity to take out the flashlight in his hand, and slammed its eyes when he was not prepared.

Sure enough, the fat man's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was the bride in the photo who stood in front of him.

And at the moment when the bride screamed, the door suddenly opened, and a dark shadow rushed in, a man in a suit and leather shoes.

It's the groom in the wedding photo!

No, it's not just the groom.

He is...Lu Huaxu!

Because he had never seen the face under Lu Huaxu's stockings before, the fat man didn't recognize it at first, but at this moment the man was wearing familiar stockings.

In the hole that represents the eyes, a cold light was shot out, as if he was unwilling to die, and he wanted everyone to stay and bury him.

After the sudden bright light hurt the ghost bride's eyes, it also brightened the room. Under the ceiling, there was a petite girl hanging.

The girl's eyes widened, she couldn't hide the horror in her eyes, her hands were claw-like, hanging straight on both sides of her body, she was obviously dead.

It's Chu Jiu.

The fat man did not have time to grieve for her. The second before the bride ghost's long nails were caught, the fat man showed amazing flexibility.

He actually jumped directly to the next floor with the help of the rope that hadn't been tied tightly, and then tightly grasped the guardrail on the balcony of the next floor with both arms.

Immediately afterwards, with his arms hard, he turned directly into the room on the next floor and disappeared.

After hearing the sound of footsteps upstairs, he immediately ran out, ready to go to the next floor to intercept himself, the fat man ran out a few steps symbolically while deliberately making the footsteps louder.

But when he noticed that the footsteps above his head were gone, he immediately returned to the position of the window sill, then repeated the same technique, and then turned to the next level.

Then gently opened the door of the room, and found that everything was normal outside, then walked quietly along the side of the corridor.

At this moment, there was a violent crash and roaring sound above his head. It seemed that the two ghosts were still tearing down their homes upstairs, looking for themselves everywhere.

This is actually Lu Huaxu's strange story. It seems that everyone who died in the dungeon will merge with a new strange story. This ability is terrifying.

If they did not find a way to break the game, sooner or later they would be consumed by these strange talks, and what is even more bizarre is that the teammates who had chased them were actually teammates who had fought side by side.

This change in identity is even more unacceptable than Guai Tan itself ~lightnovelpub.net~.

Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help speeding up his pace, Chu Jiu was already dead, he didn't want to be entangled in new strange stories.

According to the information described by Chu Jiu, the only people alive are the doctor, Jiao Tailang, and himself.

Chu Jiu's narrative about Wei Jinting was messy, and the fat man listened for a while, but he didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost.

Recalling Chu Jiu's tragic situation, the fat man suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She should have happened when she was standing on a chair and taking off the curtains, and she was hung from the ceiling by a rope made of curtains by the bride ghost.

And the weird crunch he heard before was probably made when Chu Jiu struggled.

But at that time, his attention was outside the door, and he didn't pay attention.

It now appears that Lu Huaxu stood outside the door, only to prevent them from escaping, so he never came in. What made the fat man feel more complicated was that if he hadn't pulled Chu Jiu in by himself, maybe... .Perhaps she won't die.