Wear a Thriller To Protect the Boss - Chapter 73 Ghost Rage 4

Qian Duoduo's tragic death caused the string that the other three people had always tense to break completely.

Zheng Ling collapsed and cried. Jiang Wen and Yang Chenguang both had pale faces. They stepped back to the railing, not daring to look at Qian Duoduo's unrecognizable corpse again.

Yue Ye took off his coat and wanted to cover Qian Duoduo's body, but he was really a bit scared, and couldn't help but cast his eyes on Huo Yinting for help for a long while.

Huo Yinting sighed, took the coat, and walked over to cover Qian Duoduo's body.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. She instinctively raised her eyes and saw that the originally colorless acid in the pool had blisters without warning, like a precursor to the boiling water, and the pool water seemed to be slowly turning crimson. The color continues to spread from the center to the surroundings.

That is the color of blood.

An ominous premonition rushed to her heart instantly, and she turned around decisively and signaled the others to leave the scene quickly: "Run!"

The thirst for survival prevailed, and the three college students had no time to be afraid. Hearing this, they immediately ran in the opposite direction.

Yue Ye was a little late, and Huo Yinting squeezed his wrist forcefully, almost dragging him to escape.

The pool water behind him has completely turned blood red, and the blood waves rolled up high, like a raging flood, and it was about to submerge the entire second floor of the mall.

The speed at which everyone flees is not as fast as this blood wave spreads faster.

At the critical moment, Yue Ye blew his whistle in a hurry, and saw that the paper crane that he had just let out, stained with his blood, had flown back in an instant, and his wings stretched out to become a full two meters wide. Big crane.

"All up."

His volume is not high, but everyone can hear clearly, who will ignore life and death matters?

Yang Chenguang lifted Zheng Ling up first, and he quickly jumped up, then Jiang Wen, and finally Yue Ye and Huo Yinting.

Thousand paper cranes hovered at low altitude all the time. After Yue Ye finally climbed up, he was about to control it to fly to a safe place. Unexpectedly, the blood wave rose like crazy until it became a wall of blood. Suddenly collapsed, and he was about to touch the right wing of Qianzhihe.

Facts have proved how bad human nature can be.

Jiang Wen watched in horror at the approach of the blood wall. He was probably anxious to let the paper cranes fly away from the place, or he was worried that the number of people would affect the speed of the paper cranes flying away, and wanted to find a dead ghost to block the offensive first. -He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed, and pushed Yue Ye, who had not yet sat firmly, to the direction of the blood wall.

Yue Ye was caught off guard, half of his body had already smashed into the wall of blood. At the moment of his death, Huo Yinting quickly pulled him back.

There was blood stains that could wipe the corners of Yue Ye's clothes, and that corner of clothes suddenly became black and smoked. You can imagine what would happen if it touched the skin.

Huo Yinting's face was cold and frightening. She didn't even think about it. She grabbed Jiang Wen's collar backhand almost instantly and threw it off the paper crane.

Jiang Wen didn't have time to react at all, he screamed sorrowfully, and was swallowed by the boundless wave of blood in an instant, and even the shadow was gone.

At the same time as he fell, the paper cranes fluttered their wings and flew high, rushing out of the imprisonment.

When the paper cranes fly to the sky above the mall, it is equivalent to flying away from the barrier formed by the grievances of the fierce ghosts. The four of them only felt a dark light hit, and when they opened their eyes again, the paper cranes turned into Ashes, and they were lying on the cold floor again.

Zheng Ling got up, her eyes were red, and asked cautiously: "Jiang Wen... is he dead?"

Not only was it dead, but there was no bones left.

Yang Chenguang was stunned for a while, then suddenly grabbed Huo Yinting's collar next to him and gritted his teeth: "You pushed Jiang Wen down. You are like murder!"

Huo Yinting easily slapped his hand away, she frowned and smoothed the neckline that was crumpled by him, her tone indifferent.

"It was he who acted on Mr. Yue first. It is a hidden danger for such a selfish person to stay in the team sooner or later, there is no need to keep it."

"...Then you don't have the right to kill him! You are so cruel, how can we rest assured to follow you? What if you start to kill me and Lingling next time?!"

Huo Yinting glanced at him contemptuously, and couldn't help sneering: "It's your own decision to come here, and all the consequences should be borne by you-you can completely leave behind me and take your Lingling away."

"..."

She was no longer the first to travel through the world. At that time, she was still looking forward and backward, unable to kill people who hindered the task. But now she has no scruples. As long as she has malicious intentions and may harm her target, she will not let it go. Anyway, there is some scum, and sooner or later, it will be a matter of time.

In fact, Yang Chenguang didn't dare to take Zheng Ling away at all. He still had a chance to stay. If he left Huo Yinting and Yue Ye, there would really be only one dead end.

Zheng Ling pulled Yang Chenguang's sleeve lightly, Yang Chenguang lowered his head, and wisely chose to remain silent.

After all, his own life is more important than Jiang Wen's life.

"Miss Huo." Zheng Ling said in a low voice, "I understand that Jiang Wen just made his own mind, not to blame you, you... You have a large number of adults, don't care about Chenguang, we still want to continue to follow the two, okay ?"

Huo Yinting sneered: "It's okay to follow, but I don't guarantee that you can live. It depends on your good fortune."

"this…"

Huo Yinting ignored her and turned to look at Yue Ye: "Where are we here?"

The environment on all sides is very dark, only the faint green light, which is like a ghost fire, is constantly swaying and flickering.

Yue Ye took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and it burned with a shake between his fingers. He took a look at the light of the fire and found that he was currently in a corridor in the hospital, and the place he could see was filled with it. Huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Zheng Ling saw her embarrassed herself in the nearest mirror. She whispered and hugged Yang Chenguang's waist tightly.

I couldn't see it before, but the two people have a good relationship with each other, and they should be the object of ambiguity.

"Where there is a mirror, the yin will be very heavy." Yue Ye said softly, "Everyone must be careful and try not to look in the mirror to avoid seeing unclean things."

Yang Chenguang hesitated: "Then are we going to move on now?"

Yue Ye answered patiently: "Yes, we don't go forward, stay where we are, and no one will come to rescue us."

"…All right."

Yue Ye's piece of talisman has been burning steadily, like a lantern, opening a path of light in the empty and dark corridor.

The leather shoes made a slight noise when they stepped on the floor, and the light refracted by the mirror shook Yang Chenguang's eyes inexplicably. There was a drum in his heart, but he still couldn't hold it back, quietly turned his head, and looked at the mirror.

Yes, he was reflected in the mirror, but strangely...only him was reflected.

It stands to reason that the four people are very close now, and Zheng Ling, Huo Yinting and Yue Ye should be photographed together, but no, there is only his lone figure in the mirror.

Yang Chenguang felt all his hairs standing upside down. He looked terrified. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He just stared at himself in the mirror.

He gradually realized something was wrong.

In the swaying fire, the "he" in the mirror stood stiff, his face turned blue, his eyes hollow, and his lips pale.

No matter how he reacts, the image in the mirror is just such an expression.

until…

The corner of the "him"'s mouth suddenly rose strangely, revealing a grinning grin, and the green mucus flowed out of "he"'s open mouth.

In the next second, "his" eyeballs came out of his sockets and hung on his face shaking, while only two dark holes remained in the original eye sockets.

"what-!"

Yang Chenguang shouted sternly, and he subconsciously threw his mobile phone out, hitting the mirror.

With the crisp sound, the phone bounced back and fell to the ground, and a crack appeared on the mirror, running through the center.

He didn't even think about it, nor did he pick up the phone, and immediately took Zheng Ling's hand and ran wildly, and fled towards the depths of the corridor.

Huo Yinting walked a few steps forward, then stopped again, turned his head and looked around, and saw that Yue Ye was still standing in place.

"What's wrong with Mr. Yue?"

"Miss Huo." Yue Ye took a step back, frowning uneasy, "Come and see."

She walked to the mirror again, and when she saw the scene in the mirror, she couldn't help taking a breath.

The image of Yang Chenguang in the mirror still exists, but as the mirror cracks, a crack like a gully appears in "he"'s body, just like someone torn apart vigorously, and dark red blood is constantly leaking out. .

But the face of "his" still smiled gloomily.

The next moment, Zheng Ling's desperate scream came from the end of the corridor.

Yang Chenguang was dead, just like the image in the mirror. His body was inexplicably split in half, blood dripped all over the floor, and even the internal organs flowed out.

Zheng Ling squatted beside him, holding her head in her hands, shaking like chaff.

Yue Ye couldn't see such a **** scene, and wanted to pull Zheng Ling away. Who knows that Zheng Ling was silent for a long time, and suddenly shook his hand away.

"Aren't you going to catch ghosts? Why can't you save him?" She yelled heartbreakingly, "Sooner or later it will be a death, everyone might as well die together! Duodu is dead, Chenguang is dead, you all follow along with the funeral. !"

She rushed forward regardless, reaching out to pinch Yue Ye's neck, and finally Huo Yinting pulled the collar apart.

Huo Yinting said coldly: "Have you ever reminded you not to look at the mirror? He just looked at it and destroyed the mirror. What do you think this is?"

Zheng Ling cried: "Anyway, Chenguang's death, you can't get rid of it!"

"If you can't bear him, you can go with him."

"..."

Yue Ye hesitantly whispered to Huo Yinting: "Miss Huo, she is the last person. If she also dies, the seal of the ghost book will be unraveled. Will the two of us be even more overwhelmed by that time?"

"You have also seen that in this ghost book, their life and death are beyond our control."

"Is there any other way?"

Faced with such a situation, Huo Yinting didn't have much experience. She pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the plum brooch that the system had given.

She took off the plum brooch from her clothes and held it in her palm to look at it. For a moment, she suddenly saw the brooch glowing with a very faint silver light.

Zheng Ling also saw this scene, thinking that this was the treasure that could escape from the ghost book, and immediately showed a sharp light. Taking advantage of Huo Yinting's unpreparedness, she stretched out her hand to **** the brooch.

She clenched the brooch tightly, turned and ran.

"Miss Huo!" Yue Ye, who has always been slow, saw Huo Yinting's things being robbed, but he was rather anxious, "Let's chase."

"No, no one can take that thing except me."

Huo Yinting patted her metal wristwatch. Two seconds later, she opened her hand and saw that the brooch had reappeared in her palm, and she was amazed at Yue Ye.

But when the brooch came back, Zheng Ling didn't make any sound.

"Where did she... go?"

Huo Yinting stretched out her hand to protect Yue Ye, and looked around vigilantly: "I don't know where she went, but look around us."

Sure enough, in the cold and empty corridor just now, subtle and strange ripples appeared in the air again at this moment, and everything around it was distorted and changed, including those huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

The bright light struck through, and the eyes of the two of them were completely obscured.

How long this time lasted, Huo Yinting didn't know too much. Being in the illusion of ghost books made her notion of time very vague.

She squeezed the brooch in the palm of her hand, opened her eyes for a while, and saw that she was lying in a place similar to a movie theater, Yue Ye slumped on a seat not far away.

"...Mr. Yue?"

Yue Ye was dazed and unconscious: "Huh?"

Knowing that he was not in danger, Huo Yinting temporarily relieved his mind and began to study the surrounding environment.

The lights in the auditorium were very shadowy, the viewing seats were dilapidated, and the large screen directly in front was still on, but nothing was playing.

The next second, the picture suddenly became clear.

Yue Ye supported his body with both hands. He leaned back subconsciously and looked at the screen nervously: "Miss Huo, what is this, is it a horror movie?"

"I don't know." Huo Yinting told the truth, "but since they are all broadcast, we must definitely finish watching the film."

"Uh..." He half-covered his eyes with his hands. "It's true that I have been afraid of horror movies since I was a child."

She glanced at him: "Your ancestors inherited from catching ghosts. Are you afraid that ghosts are not justified?"

"Vampires are still bloody, which is understandable."

"..."

While talking, the movie on the big screen has also come to the fore, and the scene of the movie seems to be in a music classroom.

The piano sounded, but the tune was gloomy. The melody was not pleasant, but creepy.

Yue Ye lowered his voice: "Miss Huo, look at the left."

Huo Yinting shifted his gaze slightly, and noticed that on the left side of the screen, there was a wavy white shadow that looked familiar, like a woman's dress.

The white shadow slowly spread and gradually turned into a complete outline of the woman. Only the **** skeleton remained on those arms. The long hair was scattered, and it was the ghost that Qian Duoduo saw before his death.

Unexpectedly, when she raised her head, the black hair covering her face danced silently, revealing that **** face—

It was Zheng Ling impressively.

"Zheng Ling?" Yue Ye asked in surprise, "Why would she run into the screen?"

As if in response to his doubts, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the screen of the auditorium suddenly shattered.

And the hideous female ghost leaning over Zheng Ling's body, already wearing the broken screen, with her claws outstretched, rushed in the direction of the two of them.

Before he could think about it, Huo Yinting hurriedly stood up to protect Yue Ye, and Yue Ye stretched out his hand from her shoulder, and the pistol named "Thunder in the Palm" in his pocket was already in his palm.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

The author has something to say: This volume of domestic ghost film(?) The next chapter is a bit longer, and it is almost over.

Then at the end of the next chapter, the male lead will appear and give Xiaohuo a happy ending.