Chapter 10: Fate (IV)
"Don't open the door!"
Song Yanchi's voice rang out.
Because Qiao Yuan and Su Yan were closest to the door, it was obvious that he was speaking to them.
If the situation wasn't wrong, Qiao Yuan felt that Song Yanchi had a natural talent for being a male mother, and she would have given him detailed instructions even on such matters.
If this happened on a variety show with cameras, Song Yanchi's words would be enough to support eight hundred marketing accounts.
But of course she couldn't open the door.
After realizing that Su Yan in his arms had become much calmer, Qiao Yuan let go of her hand.
Because he had anticipated this situation, Qiao Yuan did not feel much fear after realizing that the person standing at the door was a ghost.
The voice outside the door cursed angrily.
Obviously, the other party also heard what Song Yanchi said, and was very angry that they did not open the door. He angrily stated that he was a human being and questioned why they did not let him in and whether they wanted him to die.
I have to say, although the person outside was a ghost, these few words were quite humane. If Qiao Yuan had not witnessed the death of the middle-aged man with his own eyes, he would have thought that the person standing outside was still the living person.
After hearing the curses from the ghost outside becoming increasingly harsher, and the two gazes filled with complicated emotions cast from the room, Qiao Yuan belatedly realized that she had unknowingly spoken out her true thoughts.
The middle-aged man, or rather the middle-aged male ghost, had shifted his target from the map cannon in the entire room to Qiao Yuan alone.
Qiao Yuan blocked out the other party's swear words and soon fell into another level of thought.
Although this proved that the middle-aged man could not come in without them opening the door, she did not feel much relieved.
Can you avoid ghosts by just not opening the door?
After all, everyone knew that the middle-aged man was dead, and no one would believe his lies, so naturally they would not open the door.
But what ? Will the ghost disappear during the day?
If the ghost didn't disappear, wouldn't they be trapped in the room forever...
As soon as this thought came into Qiao Yuan's mind, he heard a surprised smile from outside the door: "The gap in the door is quite wide, I can get in."
Drill?
Qiao Yuan was stunned and subconsciously looked towards the door.
The dark clouds outside the window had dissipated at some point, and the moonlight once again covered the ground, allowing everyone to see the scene inside the room.
The gap in the door that the ghost outside said was only one finger wide, but now there was a middle-aged man's swollen face. His bloodshot eyes were pressed against the gap in the door, and he was looking at the people in the room with resentment.
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, his entire face suddenly turned into a pool of flesh paste like a melted candle, and then the flesh paste surged in through the crack in the door.
This time the distance was much closer than in the car, so the three of them could still see that the pool of meat was still bubbling with blood, and each beat was like the beating of a heart.
Wherever the meat paste crawled, a pool of blood was left.
Without Qiao Yuan to cover her mouth, Su Yan could finally shout: "Help, help, Brother Zhou, save me..."
She still remembered what Zhou Lian had said before, that as long as she called his name, Zhou Lian would come to save her.
She thought she was about to shout herself hoarse, but there was still no movement from the direction of the door.
Su Yan's face was pale as she watched the pool of flesh getting closer and closer to her. Her mind told her that she should stand up and run away, but her weak hands and feet were powerless. She watched helplessly as the pool of flesh reached her feet, and a burning pain came from her ankles.
The blood bubbles on the meat paste kept popping up like boiling water, just like the other party's excited mood.
The next second, the pool of meat paste suddenly took a few steps back.
Su Yan: ???
Is Zhou Lian here?
As soon as this thought came to Su Yan's mind, she heard Qiao Yuan's surprised voice in her ear: "It turns out that I can really meet him."
“Isn’t this just like sweeping up garbage?”
Su Yan:!!!
She turned her head to look in the direction of Qiao Yuan and found that the person who was supposed to be standing behind her was standing next to her at some point, holding a wooden broom in his hand.
If Su Yan saw it correctly, it was the broom that was leaning against the wall in the room. She accidentally knocked it over when she first entered the room, so she had a deep impression of it.
So Qiao Yuan just used this thing...
As if to verify Su Yan's guess, Qiao Yuan waved the broom again.
This time, Su Yan clearly saw the broom sweeping the meat paste towards the door.
Su Yan: “…”
What did she just see?!
Su Yan was in a daze, suspecting that she had never woken up in the beginning and that everything in front of her was a dream, otherwise how could she see this scene.
The blood bubbles on the meat paste became more and more dense.
Although she and the middle-aged male ghost had already parted ways and the other party no longer looked like a ghost, Su Yan still inexplicably felt that the other party was swearing.
Just when Su Yan was still doubting herself, Qiao Yuan's voice sounded again: "Lift your feet, your soles are still occupied."
"Who can help me get the dustpan? It's a bit tiring to sweep all the way to the door. I want to sweep it into the dustpan and then pour it out."
Su Yan: “…”
She must be dreaming, otherwise how could she hear Qiao Yuan saying something similar to her mother?
However, in response to these familiar words, her body had already stood up, and the piercing pain in her ankle reminded her that she was not dreaming.
Su Yan should have been terrified that she was not dreaming but actually seeing a ghost, but from the moment Qiao Yuan picked up the broom, her fear was inexplicably reduced.
She endured the pain from her feet and went to look for a winnowing basket.
The next second, the overhead light was turned on, and the dustpan that his eyes had been fixed on was picked up by another person.
Qiao Yuan saw someone bringing a dustpan over from outside his sight.
It’s Song Yanchi.
This should be the first time in Song Yanchi's life that he was so silent. The other party looked at Qiao Yuan, making Qiao Yuan wonder if he had horns on his head, or wings on his back, which made Song Yanchi's eyes so complicated -
Observation and exploration go hand in hand, surprise and confusion are intertwined.
Qiao Yuan even felt that Song Yanchi had a thousand words to say to him, but he finally reduced it to one sentence: "You sweep, and I'll hold the dustpan."
The tone was even rare and calm.
After saying that, Song Yanchi really squatted down.
Because the handle of the winnowing basket was broken, Song Yanchi could only hold on to both sides.
Su Yan, who was standing by, felt that she was not in some horror dungeon, but in a spring cleaning scene, and she felt a little ashamed for having no work to do.
Fortunately, the weekly voluntary labor when she was a child finally allowed her to find something she could do. She said timidly, "Then I'll sprinkle some water, so that there won't be dust flying around when I sweep, and it will be cleaner."
