The Storm Villa has been built for a hundred years. It once belonged to a large family. They bought nearly a thousand black slaves to grow cotton to earn wealth. For that dark slave era, democracy was just a slogan, and human rights were even a laughing stock.

Imperialism gains primitive accumulation through plunder. After having money, it tells entrepreneurs to respect human rights and develop. A typical way of playing with others who are stinging their butts and pretending to be...

However, this is not to comment on the world pattern, but the villa has a very strong yin energy. In the words of the Bald Eagle Kingdom, this is a haunted house.

In the history of black slaves in Storm Villa, many black slaves were exhausted or beaten to death every year, or died suddenly on this land by bows. They were buried under the farmlands of the manor as fertilizer for the land. It is said that in a few years, red cotton even formed here. The effect of red cotton was not dyed, and the color was pure and became a specialty of Storm Villa.

Some people say that the red cotton was raised with the blood of black slaves, while others say that this is the effect of evolution. No matter which of the Storm Villa was the most typical existence among many white manors in that era.

But as the resentment of the deceased gathered, the lifespan of the owners in the villa became shorter and shorter. Every night, they would have nightmares of being chased by ghosts, and various supernatural events also occurred in the village. Until modern times, even murders of the owner who died innocently in a life-threatening manner, which immediately laid the foundation for the storm villa to become a haunted house.

It has been officially listed for more than 30 years, but it has been abandoned for a full 30 years. No one dares to buy this ghost villa again, and even real estate agents dare not come and take a look. Now it has become a place for adventures for a group of supernatural investigators from the Celestial Empire who have traveled across the ocean...

"Hey, are you here?" Mouse stood by the fountain outside the manor, with a large amount of luggage piled up beside him, and his hands holding a pistol were trembling. After all, he was not a combatant, and the feeling of holding a keyboard and holding a pistol was completely different. So he talked the most in the public communication channel, and he farted almost every three seconds.

"You have asked 10 times, can't you calm down?" Yun Xiaobao said impatiently. He was checking the horse house full of hay.

"Who told you to cheat on your team? Just leave me one. Did you really use my bean bag as dry food?" Mouse was still complaining about Thirteen's plan just now.

"I think you are not a bean bread, but a funny guy..." Jiu Mei was extremely insightful, "I said you'd better be quiet. Our mission is to catch ghosts, not to scare away ghosts. After all, you are an investigator, can you have some success?"

"Sorry, by classification, I am an investigator sitting in an air-conditioned room, not an investigator walking around the haunted house with a gun. You either find someone to protect me, or listen to me continue nagging." The mouse just didn't want to calm down in his ears, which would only make him even more scared.

Although his inspiration was not strong and even worse than Lin Xi, he could use his body to feel the yin energy in the air. Even the sunlight was covered by thick clouds and he did not want to sprinkle on this cursed land.

Thirteen ignored the noise in the headphones and walked into a room on the third floor. The furniture here was covered with white sheets, but the thick dust on it made everything look like the scene in Chernobyl. The only thing exposed outside was the various decorations placed in the surrounding cabinets. The owner seemed to be a doll lover. There were various porcelain dolls made of clay in the cabinets. The exquisite handicrafts made the dolls open their eyes and a stiff smile on their mouths.

This kind of thing is a work of art when thrown into a museum, but it makes people feel a little creepy when they are placed in this haunted house.

"The owner here is good at craftsmanship." Thirteen sighed at the doll.

"Are you saying that your hand is good? You beast! You found a ghost, right? You didn't even let go of the female ghost, you have already started working! Let's go and condemn him together!" The mouse was afraid that the walkie-talkie would be too quiet.

"Why did the weapon Victoria assigned you to you was a pistol rather than tape? I really wanted to seal your mouth." Thirteen sighed regretfully.

"If you have the habit, come out and hit me, come and hit me quickly!" The mouse was so mean that it attracted the attention of the crowd, but it was not just his own team members who were attracted. A rustling sound suddenly came from the weeds beside the fountain.

"Fuck! What?!" Although mouse was not smart enough, it was much more brainy than the tragic protagonists in horror movies. He turned around and pointed the gun at the grass, "Brother! I'm in danger! Come and help!"

"Save it, it's only a short while that you're going to be in danger. You're either a mouse or a four-legged snake. Have you heard of the story of "The Wolf is Coming"?" Yun Xiaobao teased.

"Is he really the wolf here this time? Something is approaching!" The mouse almost cried anxiously.

In the grass, a ceramic doll covered in mud and grass crawled out, dragging a silver fork for dinner in his hand. His flashing eyes made the rat grin, just like a doll killer in a horror movie.

"Fuck!" The mouse pulled the trigger with a slap! Bang! Bang! 3 gunshots. Fortunately, he had received shooting training and was only 5 meters away, so his head was still very accurate.

But the ceramic doll leaned forward and dragged a fork in his hand and rushed up quickly. The lightning rat whose body was flexible was approaching Rio de Janeiro, and actually passed through three bullets and rushed straight towards the mouse.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mouse's mood at this moment was mixed, with fear, anger, despair, resentment, and a little hungry... The culture of the Celestial Empire was erect and deep. When many emotions were needed for hundreds of words to describe, we could perfectly reflect them with just one word "Fuck".

The closer the ceramic doll, the more urgent the mouse pulled the trigger. The bullets made sparks on the rock tiles, but they were all dodged by the dolls that were only three centimeters high.

When he was about 1 meter close to him, the little doll suddenly stepped on the ground and waved a silver fork in the air and stabbed the mouse's neck.

"Damn, the little movie on the computer has not been deleted yet..." Mouse followed Thirteen and was also lying in the storm. I remember that not long ago, even the monster that ate people and didn't spit bones was not even a monster, and was going to die in the hands of such a country little ghost. The feeling of unwillingness was like giving it to Sister Feng for the first time.

Just when the mouse had accepted the fate of death, a glass fragment that was only 10 cm long shot from behind him almost against the mouse's face. The ceramic doll was as flexible as a rabbit on the ground, but clumsy as a pig in the air. The glass fragments blew the head out of the way. A pile of black mucus splashed with rats all over his face, and many of them were poured into his mouth.

"Vomit!" The mouse vomited so hard that he couldn't speak on the spot. The strange smell was hard to describe in words. He felt disgusting just by looking at it.

"Destroy one, and evaluate it as a ghost with a maximum of 2 levels, and at best it will not exceed 3 stars. Be careful, this kind of thing moves very fast, and it will spray monster liquid when it explodes. The mouse ate a lot, and I don't know if it is poisonous?" Jiu Mei, who has been hiding behind the manor gate, was an ambush arranged by Thirteen. In fact, from the beginning, the mouse was used to fish for bait.

He is the weakest non-combatant in the team. He is not too stupid to be listed as a ghost in the course. Persimmons are the common rule in the world. As bait, the mouse, naturally, did not know the arrangements of Thirteenth and other people. He could only vomit while raising his middle finger to the Jiumei who came to her side.

Even if he has a bad mind, he knows that it is clearly a cheat by everyone, so he is too lazy to say thank you.

At this time, from the grass around them, more and more porcelain dolls stood up. They were holding various weapons in their hands, including rusty iron nails, chainsaw blades, and iron wire covered with thorns. They were not as tall as the grass, and they only showed their big eyes and stared at the two people beside the fountain. Their unsightly pupils were creepy.

"It's a bit troublesome. There are quite a lot of these dolls. Is anyone available?" Jiu Mei said, pulling out two centimeter-long glass daggers from behind. Now who cares about what disgusting things the former owner of the Bird-Scissor Blade had done with it? Jiu Mei wants to fight for survival.

"When I fuck the group in front of me, I'll help you!" When Yan Shen spoke, dozens of ceramic dolls were already flying over on the shelves of the tool room.

"If this is a task assigned by the Underworld Bureau, the performance points will be awesome!" Yun Xiaobao was not happy because many porcelain dolls also rushed out of the haystack in the horse house.

"We must find a way to find the main monster as soon as possible. If we continue to fight like this, we can't afford it." Although Tong was assigned a sunflower planted in a flower pot, the name and method of starting the flower are very cheap, but the rhizomes of the flower are extremely willful. Tong even grabbed the rhizomes under the flower bud and waved the entire flower pot. It was like a meteor hammer. Every time he flew over, he could make a piece of porcelain doll fragments in the air splash everywhere.

"I'll leave the job for the boss to me. It's the most important thing for you to find a way to take advantage of weapons early. If necessary, use these guys' souls to wipe them on the guys. The demon hunting weapons created by ghosts during the battle will count." Thirteen said that, he rushed out of the master's room and ran towards the corridor along the corridor.

Behind him, a large number of hardcover porcelain dolls crashed into the double-open wooden door, holding various dismantled cabinet fragments as weapons, and directly chased behind Thirteen.

Unfortunately, their opponent was not Thirteen. Lin Xi, who had been standing in the corridor, had a fat cuckoo and pulled the slingshot to the full string.

"Don't take it hard, fight and retreat." Thirteen said as he passed by Lin Xi.
Chapter completed!