Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3948 I collect rent in the survival game (10)

  Two papaya, beautiful and sweet, the delicacy and deliciousness on the tip of the tongue, papaya is more nutritious than nectarine.

  Dye white in meditation.

  Is this a rose as a gift, leaving a lingering fragrance in your hand?

  In fact, dyeing white wanted to go in and sit down, but it seemed that the other party didn't mean it, and he couldn't force it in. It was a pity.

   "Grandpa, take a good rest, I will come again next time."

come back next time.

next time.

   Come again.

Come.

  The old man sighed deeply with a cane, his head almost buried in the collar.

  "Little girl, listen to my advice. Let's go while you can still go. Go find another apartment and don't stay here."

"why?"

"This is not for you, something will happen sooner or later." The old man's eyes were complicated. Those eyes that had gone through the vicissitudes of life seemed muddy and inexplicably sharp. He said every word: "Don't talk to strangers casually, let alone stay here. overnight."

   "But..." Ranbai said slowly: "This is my house."

  "……"

   "I always come to collect rent."

  "……"

   Is there something wrong with this direction?

  Yanbai took advantage of the fire and robbed...No, struck the iron while it was hot, and asked: "Did something happen to this apartment before?"

  The old man’s pupils were very deep, and he was quiet for a while, “It’s nothing to do with you. If you must live here, be deaf and don’t listen to anything.”

  How good is there to persuade people to be deaf.

"Just tell me about it, I won't go out." Dye Bai blocked the door carelessly, smiling friendly, and positively said: "Why don't I go in and sit down? You speak slowly. Standing like this is very tiring. Bar."

  "Not tired, not tired." The old man shook his head one after another.

  Dye Bai was a little disappointed.

  Seeing that Ranbai refused to leave, the old man rubbed his temples, slowly closed the door, and said to himself: "I'm old and old, my legs are not good, so I should rest well at night."

   "What happened in the apartment?" Ranbai tried to dig into the plot.

  "Ping An Apartment, not a Ping An Apartment." The old man turned his back to Dye White, standing in the dark, with a deep voice.

What the hell.

   Tell her about tongue twisters?

  Unfortunately, the old man dare not say anything anymore. It is not easy to bully an old man, so he can only change his goals.

  There are also 303 households. It's a ten-day period to stay, not one person!

  The door lock of the room clicked and the door opened.

  A man in his thirties leaned out half of his body, with one hand behind him.

  Hair is very long, covering most of the eyes.

   Gloomy face, unsmiling.

  The eyes concealed by the hair, the white of the eyes occupies most of the eyes through the hair. Anyone will feel cold when they see it.

  "Uncle, do you want to eat fruit?" Ranbai greeted her actively.

man:"……"

  Is he old enough to be called uncle?

  The door was half closed, and the man only stuck out half of his body. It seemed that he didn't want to let people see the room.

   "Let's put it on the ground." He stared at Dye Bai for a long time, his eyes were very uncomfortable.

   "Mom says it is polite to pick things up with both hands."

   "???"

  Are you here to give gifts or to find fault?

  "Are you going to live up to my kindness?"

  Feng Luo understood and translated it.

  I kindly send you things to praise you, I hope you don’t know what is good or bad.

  噗.

  Laughing to death.

  The man’s muddy eyes stayed on the girl’s youthful face for a long time, and his hand behind his back stretched out and put it in his pocket. After a while, he took it out, and his hands caught the fruit.

  "Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?" There are two papaya in Yen Bai's hand.

  The man suspected that Ranbai was suggesting something to him. He also heard the conversation between the girl and the old man just now.

  According to him, the old man is just nosy.

"At night, I invite you to come tonight, but now there is a small situation, I want to solve it first." The man grinned, showing a weird smile, his facial features were not in harmony, and he even laughed. The appearance also looked terrifying and distorted.

  There is a faint smell of blood on his body, and he is white as if he has not smelled it, and he nods normally.

  The door is closed again.

  The man touched his pocket with one hand, blood was splashed everywhere in the living room, and a corpse was lying quietly on the floor.

   Approaching the night, Ranbai found a small note under the door.

   has a sentence written on it.

  Tasker, top floor, twelve o'clock in the evening.

  ...

   "Boom boom boom——"

  Guiying was fascinated by watching the graffiti, a knock outside the door suddenly sounded, and the originally dilapidated wooden door shook unbearably under the strong impact, as if it would fall down at any time, and people outside would break in.

  The lights in the living room are dim, almost the same as not turning on the lights.

  Her mind is still graffiti.

   Immature and green, it looks like a child's painting, the red paint all over the wall reveals a numb and crazy **** beauty.

  Picture after picture.

  It is different villains who come to the apartment and die in different ways.

  The villain in the picture is constantly struggling, working hard to live, and can't escape the fate of death.

  Various methods of death are cruel and inhuman.

  It's hard to imagine that this is something a child can draw, but when he thinks of the little boy I met on the stairs before, Guiying thinks it's normal.

The knock on the door was still ringing, and the rough voice yelled outside the door, clearly falling in Gui Ying's ears.

   "Little bitch, get out of me! Did you beat my son?! Fuck you bitch, I will kill you today..."

  All kinds of unbearable words came in, and the shadows came back without any waves, as if they hadn't heard.

  Suddenly she noticed that there were a few lines of slanted boys in a corner of the wall, like someone who wrote them up by hand.

  1. Don't go out after nightfall unless you have nine lives.

  2. Don’t open the door after nightfall, who knows if the thing you invited in is a person or...

  3. Don't talk to other things after nightfall, because it's not necessarily people who talk to you.

  Three no.

  Guiying’s hand rested on the doorknob.

  "A big man, are you embarrassed to bully a little girl all day long?" The old cursing voice suddenly sounded: "Who doesn't know the virtue of your son. If he didn't take the initiative to provoke others, who would care about a child?"

   "Old man, what you said is wrong. How embarrassed she is as an adult, my son is only six years old!"

  "Six-year-old is not a human?" The old man was angry and greeted the man fiercely with a heavy wooden crutch, "Go! Go! Get out! Don't let me see you and disturb others."

  The man hurriedly avoided the crutches. If he was really beaten, he couldn't get out of bed for a few days. He cursed, he didn't knock on the door again for some reason, and turned away.

  The thin and short old man put down his crutches, knocked on the door, and said kindly: "Girl, don't worry, people are gone, you open the door, and the old man will tell you something."

  Guiying hand was still on the doorknob, and he turned his eyes to the three nos engraved on the wall. It seemed to be a joke, and the font was also very funny, but the red word was not paint, it was human blood.

  (End of this chapter)