The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Then he pressed against the wall of the attic, and at that moment, there was a heart-piercing scream from inside the door, sharp and ear-piercing.

The hoarse sound effect is the kind that can instantly scare a child to cry, Gu Juncheng might cry if he speaks here.

The ears were suddenly covered with a cold touch.

Jiang Yu's whole ghost was cold, he said softly, "A Zhi, don't be afraid."

Su Nanzhi is actually not afraid. The sound does hurt people's eardrums a little. Although she doesn't like to hear it, she has many magic weapons to protect herself.

Jiang Yu has healing powers on his body.

This was something Su Nanzhi had never encountered in other ghosts.

He must be extraordinary.

But stay in the world for a long time.

The flames gradually burned up like a prairie fire. Although Jiang Yu belonged to Yin, she was not affected by her fire.

A hole was burned in front of the eyes, and sparks floated in along the darkness, illuminating the way.

Appearing in front of Su Nanzhi's eyes were the dense eyeballs that made one's scalp tingle.

In short, trypophobia comes here and can die on the spot.

Su Nanzhi wanted to continue walking, but just as she stepped on one foot, a pulling force behind her stopped her.

Su Nanzhi looked back and found that Jiang Yu closed his eyes at some point.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Nanzhi asked while looking at him, and soon realized the problem, "You don't have trypophobia, do you?"

Jiang Yu didn't speak.

Su Nanzhi understood.

Even if she saw this thing, her scalp would feel numb, let alone him.

"Why don't you disappear for a while? I'll call you later."

Jiang Yu: "..."

"I don't want it," Jiang Yu said, opening his eyes, "I'll accompany you."

Seeing that he was really not well, Su Nanzhi stubbornly refused to let go, sighed, then took out a black belt, and tiptoed to wrap it around his eyes.

"Remember to hold me tightly when you go in," Su Nanzhi said while tying him up, "I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Jiang Yu's ears felt hot, "A Zhi, I should protect you."

Su Nanzhi stared at that face, and clicked her tongue in her heart: He's so cute.

"Okay, then hold me tight, and you will protect me." With a similar face, Teacher Jiang is not as lovable as her boyfriend.

Tsk.

After Su Nanzhi finished saying that, Jiang Yu really took a step forward and reached out to hold her hand tightly.

Having said that, her boyfriend's whole body is icy cold, making her a person who often gets hot is really greedy.

Ah, it's just the kind of gluttony I want to hug.

Those densely packed eyeballs really look scary, judging from their number, Su Nanzhi couldn't believe that in this house, more than 200 people really died more than ten years ago.

The number is definitely far more than that.

It wasn't until this moment that the resentment in the basement really surfaced before Su Nanzhi's eyes.

That past event, to be precise, should have happened eighteen years ago.

Eighteen years, more than six thousand five hundred days.

If one person is killed every ten days, there will be more than 600 lives left.

And according to Su Nanzhi's understanding of metamorphosis, maybe they killed more than one person at a time, and maybe it wasn't just that couple who ate people.

Su Nanzhi frowned, the smell of blood here was too strong, she felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yu seemed to be aware of her discomfort, and stretched out his other hand, shining a white light in front of her face.