In total, only two rooms were arranged to live in. Mo Chen, Wang Lei, Zhang Zi stayed in one room, Meng Xinyao, Chen Cen and Fang Xiaoxue lived in the other room next door. Although there were two rooms, the decoration was exactly the same, but this was no wonder. After all, people do in-house business, and it was normal that the decoration of the rooms was mostly uniform.

After settling down, Zheng Yi sent hot water "passionately". With Chen Cen helping to take care of Meng Xinyao, Mo Chen and his boys honestly returned to their room to rest. There was only a retro hardwood double bed in the room with curtains hanging on both sides. It was okay for the girl to say that they squeezed in close contact and slept with three people. Mo Chen and his men were a little more difficult. As a "sir", Mo Chen had to pull over the four chairs beside the table and set up a temporary "bed".

"Sir, why not come and squeeze with us!" Zhang Zili dusted the mattress and said to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen put his arms around and leaned on the chair, refusing, "No, you guys go to bed! I'll just be here, I'll just be fine for one night, so I'll go to bed quickly!"

Wang Lei was as he was at ease, not to mention that Mo Chen gave them the bed to sleep, and he was not polite, and took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed comfortably. Zhang Zili was obviously a little restless, his eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he wanted to say something but couldn't find the topic. Seeing that he was a little nervous, Mo Chen was about to comfort him, but the girl in the next room suddenly screamed. Zhang Zili was suddenly shocked and stood up nervously, staring at Mo Chen, Mo Chen knew how to push the door and ran over. Wang Lei was confused and turned over and sat up. Seeing Mo Chen, Zhang Zili snatched out of the door, and he was very puzzled. At this moment, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed past outside the window, followed by a thunder roar. At the same time, a black shadow rushed past outside the bed. Wang Lei couldn't help feeling cold on his back, and ran out of the bed and rushed to the girl's room.

"What's wrong?" Mo Chen pushed open the girl's door and rushed in. In order to facilitate mutual care, they had made an agreement in advance not to lock the door.

Meng Xinyao sat by the bed, her swollen ankles resting on the edge of the bed, but in her hand, she held her scepter with the power of the earth. The scepter was dim and shining brightly. Mo Chen took a look and knew that this was the scepter because it was used outside of the "Gods" and entered the cooldown time of divine power. It seemed that something must have happened just now.

Meng Xinyao was still frightened and raised her hand tremblingly, pointing to the ceiling behind Mo Chen and the others, "She!"

Following Meng Xinyao's point, Mo Chen suddenly turned around and saw a man hanging from the ceiling. He was wearing a pair of black coarse cloth shoes on his feet. Because of inertia, his hair was slightly shaking in the air, and his face was blocked tightly, so it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

At this time, Wang Lei happened to have just walked in. He raised his eyes without any warning and saw this "hanged ghost". He screamed and staggered against the door.

Just now, Chen Cen helped to apply hot water to Meng Xinyao's sprained left foot. Then the three of them squeezed into a bed to rest, saying that they were resting, but they just stared at the bed and rested. After all, who would have really gotten sleepy and wanted to sleep? Although Meng Xinyao had already felt a grudge with her because of Fang Xiaoxue's previous practice, and Chen Cen had heard of her, this did not delay Meng Xinyao and Chen Cen chatting in front of her. Fang Xiaoxue lay on the inside of the bed and closed her eyes to rest. Meng Xinyao and Chen Cen were chatting in a low voice, and as they were chatting, he vaguely heard a faint voice lingering in the room. An old female voice muttered "1, 2, 3~~6". Every time the voice was chanted to 6, it would pause for two seconds, and then count from 1.

At first, Meng Xinyao and others didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was the guest next door next door checking something. After all, you can't expect the sound insulation of this old-fashioned building to be so good. But it's always like this, like someone chanting scriptures in his ears, which is indeed a bit annoying. Chen Cen wanted to knock on the door next door to let the house next door pay attention to and not affect others. However, when Zheng Yi left, he deliberately reminded them that he would not be allowed to walk around no matter what sound he heard, perhaps suggesting this matter? Thinking of this, Meng Xinyao and the others had to continue to endure.

Fang Xiaoxue, who was resting with her eyes closed, was already confused and was about to fall asleep. At this time, the sounds she heard would amplify by herself for no reason. I believe many people have experienced this feeling. When she was awake, if the sound she heard was still in a low voice, once she entered the half-sleep and half-awake, the sound she received into her ears would suddenly become particularly noisy.

In anger, Fang Xiaoxue kicked the wall next door with her feet and cursed, "Damn it! 1, 2, 3, it's over!" But the owner of the voice did not seem to have restrained it, and continued slowly. Fang Xiaoxue rolled her eyes and shouted "7!" as if she had finished.

Unexpectedly, when Fang Xiaoxue shouted out the word "7", the ceiling sounded, and a ball of black mist suddenly emerged from the opening of the ceiling, reaching the three people on the bed. In desperation, Meng Xinyao pulled out the scepter wrapped in black cloth and used his divine power to block it. A golden light passed by, and the black mist suddenly dissipated. When she looked up, she saw a person hanging from the ceiling.

Everyone's eyes gathered at Mo Chen, watching him carefully approaching the person hanging on the ceiling. The calves touched by the raised hand were stiff, and there was no sign of being a stranger. Mo Chen waved, and Zhang Zili hurriedly brought a chair over. Mo Chen stepped on it. The two of them worked together to lift the hanged person out of the rope circle and put it on the ground, leaving the empty rope swaying alone in the original place, as if waiting for the next person, and putting their heads in.

When I came, I knew that this was a horrible theme. Mo Chen had already been mentally prepared. Corpse, blood, broken limbs and broken legs must be indispensable, so Mo Chen was still calm. He pushed away the messy hair scattered on the corpse's face and a pale face revealed.

The old skin is covered with the ravines of time, and is probably over 60 years old. In the purple lips, the tongue is stretched out and the whites of the eyes are left. This is the uniform makeup of the hanged person.

The earlobes on both sides of the corpse have ear holes, and silver earrings are decorated with silver earrings. This earring is very different from what we are today. The earrings of this era generally refer to many decorations worn on the ear holes. This pair of earrings are thorough, ring-shaped ornaments, with no extra pattern stripes on them, which is very simple.
Chapter completed!