infinite danger

Chapter 107 I am not as old as your son

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"Why does the back of my head hurt a little? My back also hurts, hiss..."

The moment Brother Chen opened his eyes, a series of questions popped up in his drowsy mind.

The surrounding light was dim, he blinked his eyes, a little hesitant to go back to sleep again.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen! You finally woke up!"

An excited growl sounded in his ears, and Brother Chen raised his hand to cover that noisy mouth to save his eardrums.

Only then did he vaguely see that he was actually resting on Lao Wang's bony shoulders.

Dry!Why not pillow in the sweet and soft arms of pine nuts.

Thinking of sweetness and softness... Brother Chen's nose itched, and two streams of hot liquid flowed out.

"Brother Chen, why is your nose bleeding?"

Lao Wang's mouth was covered by Brother Chen's big hand, and his speech was a little slurred.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, get angry." Brother Chen wiped off the nosebleed nonchalantly, and asked in a low voice, "Old Wang, what happened to me just now?"

Old Wang: "You fainted from fright."

Brother Chen clutched the back of his head in labor pain, looked at the surrounding environment, and finally remembered where he was, and how he fainted.

"Where's the guy who scared me?"

Brother Chen clenched his fist, as if he was going to seek revenge.

Pharaoh frowned, pressed down Brother Chen's hand, and said worriedly: "Brother Chen, you have to be mentally prepared, the one who scares you is not a human being, and there is something strange about this haunted house."

Brother Chen narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Strange? I think you are the only one who is weird. Could it be that you were bought by them too? Let the staff work together to trick me."

After speaking, he glanced at Ji Siwei and the ghost boy, pointing to something.

"Brother Chen, this is not a routine." Old Wang knew Brother Chen well, knew that even if he exhausted his words, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply said, "Believe it or not, in short, be careful."

As expected, Brother Chen didn't care too much, and asked, "Tell me first, where is my cell phone?"

Lao Wang said, "I stuffed it in your pocket."

Brother Chen reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

The flashlight of the mobile phone was left on, and the surrounding area brightened several degrees.

"Stop talking nonsense here, let's find an exit quickly, I'm a little hungry now."

Brother Chen raised his phone and flicked it. When his gaze swept somewhere, his pupils shrank suddenly and his face turned livid.

Cold sweat soon wet his hair.

Lao Wang was closest to him, and he could clearly see the change in his expression, so he asked uneasily, "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't want, I don't want to eat supper anymore."

Brother Chen spoke incoherently.

Old Wang looked confused: "Huh?"

Brother Chen raised his hand and pointed forward: "TV, inside the TV..."

Hearing this sentence, Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "It turned out that I saw the video on the TV. It was scary, right? We watched it before. This plot does not conform to the national conditions of our country. It must be Hu It's made up, don't panic..."

Brother Chen's lips were trembling, and his wide eyes were a little red: "No, something came out of the well!"

Lao Wang answered, "That's right, isn't this plot nonsense? People can crawl out of wells even after they're dead. Could it be that they've become zombies?"

As soon as Brother Chen grabbed Lao Wang's shoulders, he stared at his eyes with wide-open eyes, and said in a fearful and serious tone: "Something really came out, from the well inside the TV!"

"Although I know that there are really dirty things in this haunted house, it's too unreliable for a ghost to crawl out of the TV. Brother Chen, have you watched too many grievances?"

Lao Wang bit the bullet and teased, but didn't dare to look back.

His back was already wet with cold sweat.

Brother Chen bit his tongue hard, the pain made him wake up a little bit, quickly wiped the sweat off his face on his shoulders, and he looked at the TV without blinking.

The TV screen was very small, and a blood-stained head pierced through the TV screen, and two strong arms held the TV frame.

Brother Chen wiped his eyes to make sure he read correctly.

The head has completely drilled out of the screen, followed by the bare neck and shoulders.

There was a sound of bones stretching in the air.

"Chuck... cluck..."

One sound after another, louder and louder.

This voice suddenly tensed everyone's nerves.

It won't be long before this thing comes out fully.

After hearing the strange sound, Songzi kept his head down, not daring to look around, and said in a crying voice: "Brother Chen, is there really something coming out of the TV? Don't scare me, I'm timid. ..."

"Songzi, don't look back."

As Brother Chen said, he looked around, trying to find something convenient to use as a weapon, but there was nothing around.

In desperation, he simply raised his mobile phone and smashed it hard at the TV.

"call out……"

The mobile phone with the flashlight on drew a dazzling parabola in the air, then perfectly avoided the TV, and hit the registration window.

Large pieces of glass shards fell to the ground, splashed in all directions, and scratched on the floor making harsh sounds.

Although the ghost in the TV was not hit, it was dazzled by the strong light, and its movements paused.

Without pausing for long, the ghost quickly locked on to the person who smashed him.

Bloodshot cold eyes stared at Brother Chen closely.

There was a strange roar in his throat, the biceps on his arms suddenly exploded, and the supporting movements became faster and stronger.

With this support, the entire upper body of the ghost was completely drilled out. His stomach had been cut open with a large opening, and there were signs of hastily stitched up. The intestines stained with blood and mud fell out of the hole, dangling in the air. dangle away.

Brother Chen almost fainted, and quickly grabbed his own person to continue his life.

"Brother Chen, did you hit it?"

Old Wang didn't dare to turn his head back, but when he heard the roar from behind, he suddenly felt bad.

"It didn't hit me." Brother Chen was stared at by that terrifying gaze, his whole body turned cold, his stomach turned sour, and he said in despair, "Why don't I just knock myself out? Is there any use in pretending to be dead?"

"Don't, don't smash it, you are so heavy, I can't carry it!"

Old Wang didn't think that Brother Chen was joking, he was scared and anxious, and looked at Ji Siwei with bloodshot eyes: "Young man, hurry up and think of a way!"

At the critical moment, Lao Wang finally remembered that there was a big boss beside him.

Brother Chen: "Aren't you in a hurry to go to the doctor? What can a brat with no hair grow think of?"

"What brat, he's your father!" Old Wang glared at Brother Chen, "Didn't you call for help from Dad before you fainted? He saved you, and he is your father!"

Brother Chen: "..." My face hurts.

Lao Wang said these words in a cadenced voice and full of emotion, Ji Siwei couldn't help laughing.

After entering the haunted house, Lao Wang was depressed for a long time. He caught Brother Chen and said:

"I fucking suddenly remembered that my friend told me that when I was young, I liked to go to an amusement park in Yangcheng, but unfortunately this amusement park closed down a long time ago!

"If it's not a mirage, it's a fucking haunted place!

"Don't keep doubting that he is a staff member, he is a boss, we may have a chance to get out alive if we listen to the boss, otherwise we will be dead before dawn!

"Let's be safe and be honest, don't make trouble for the boss, okay?!"

Brother Chen was sprayed with saliva by the emotional Lao Wang, and he was speechless, before saying for a moment: "I will not cause trouble or cause trouble, I will follow the organization's arrangement."

Brother Chen reformed himself too quickly, Lao Wang looked at him suspiciously: "You promise?"

"I swear." Chen Ge pointed to the TV ghost, and said to Ji Siwei: "If you get rid of that thing, I can call you dad!"

Ji Siwei propped his elbows on the armrest of the wheelchair and his chin with his palms, showing a casual smile: "I'm not as old as your son."

The ghost that came out of the TV was not serious and not difficult to deal with, Ji Siwei didn't take it seriously.

After all, he has a "guard" now.

Ji Siwei said softly, "Brother Nalan, you ruined the TV."

Solving a problem involves directly addressing the root of the problem.

It is easy to kill ghosts, but there may be more ghosts crawling out of the TV, and the only way to prevent this from happening is to directly destroy the TV.

The ghost boy was startled, and looked down at him: "What is a TV?"

Ji Siwei: "It's that square box with ghosts crawling out."

"Simple."

The ghost boy spat out two words, and spread his five fingers lightly.

Several thin red lines appeared out of nowhere in the palm, shooting straight towards the TV, intersecting with each other around it.

With a slight hook of the index finger, the thin red wire quickly gathered, crushing the TV.

The torn apart screen turned black, a burst of sparks erupted from the rupture, and wisps of black smoke emerged from the gap.

The ghost had a ferocious expression, and the veins on his arms were bulging. He exhausted all his strength, but his body couldn't move any more.

The upper body can still move, but it is equivalent to being imprisoned on a broken TV.

With a crooked face raised, the ghost gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of TV casing, and threw it at Ji Siwei without saying a word.

Recently, he has been targeted and attacked so many times that Ji Siwei didn't feel any disturbance in his heart when faced with this sudden prize.

"There is a grievance and a debtor, how can Brother Gui choose the soft persimmon?"

Ji Siwei's tone was unhurried, with a vague smile on his lips, he swung his knife with ease to block the speeding debris.

"Thorn-"

The fragments flew several meters close to the floor, embedded in the corner of the wall before stopping.

"You are a soft persimmon? Huh."

The ghost boy snorted coldly.

Ji Siwei curled his lips into a smile, revealing his sharp canine teeth: "I'm a mortal, and my legs and feet are inconvenient. Brother Laonalan will protect me."

The ghost boy didn't say a word, he hooked his two fingers slightly, and more thin threads appeared in the air, bound to the ghost's body.

When the five fingers are retracted, the red lines are intertwined and tightened.

It kept making a low-pitched wail, and the ghost pulled the entangled red thread with its hands, but its flesh was cut open cruelly.

The slender and fragile red thread was sharper than the blade, easily cutting through the ghost's body.

Before the shattered body hit the ground, it turned into a few balls of black smoke and disappeared.

With a flick of a finger, all the red threads went into the ghost boy's wide sleeve.

Brother Chen witnessed the whole process of the ghost boy destroying the ghost, and was shocked, pointing at the ghost boy with trembling fingers: "You, you are not human!"

The ghost boy turned his face to him, slowly turned the green finger on his thumb, and said coldly, "You scolded me?"

Although the ghost boy's eyes couldn't be seen through a talisman, Brother Chen felt that he was stared at by an extremely cold gaze.

"I'm not I didn't!"

Brother Chen shook his head like a rattle, fearing that he would end up like that TV set, and added tactfully: "I mean, you are not an ordinary person, you are a hero! You are really, really good! "