Chapter 62: Don't listen, don't smell, don't close, childhood rhyme breaks opera

"Why is my neck so itchy."

Xu Jiajia scratched her neck. Xiao Wan hugged her when she left today, and it had been itchy ever since.

Could it be an allergy? Seeing Tang Meili holding her phone and shining a light, she walked toward the door step by step.

Neither of them went back today. After handling things for Xiao Wan, Tang Meili didn't want to go home, so Xu Jiajia stayed here to accompany her to play games.

At this time, the hospital had a power outage for no reason, and there were some strange sounds.

"Who is it?" Tang Meili held her phone, walking over cautiously.

This figure at the door stood without moving, and didn't react to the sound.

Walking to the door, Tang Meili looked back at Xu Jiajia, then gathered her courage and twisted the handle.

The light came on.

There was nothing. This corridor had nothing, only the opera sound echoing in the empty valley. The figure that was just standing at the door had also disappeared.

Tang Meili was startled and hurriedly closed the door: "Did I see wrong?"

As soon as the door closed, she saw Xu Jiajia looking terrified, her expression panicked, a finger pointing behind her.

In an instant, Tang Meili's hair stood on end, a cold air rising from her heels all the way up, along her back to her neck.

She swallowed her saliva, held her breath, and grabbed her phone tightly with her right hand, turning her head slowly.

Looking at this, another person's shadow appeared on the door behind her.

She shuddered violently, screamed, and ran to Xu Jiajia's side, grabbing her hand tightly: "Ghost!"

The two squatted next to the table, covering their heads, not daring to look up even in death.

Even the air they breathed out became extremely cold at this moment.

"Ghost, is that a Ghost?"

Xu Jiajia saw it for the first time, trembling all over, squinting her eyes and not daring to look up.

And although Tang Meili was also scared, this thing, to be honest, was not one ten-thousandth of that little bear covered in eyes.

So she still dared to look up and look toward the door. There was indeed a shadow: "It... it seems to be. Could it be a prank? Let's go over and take a look."

"I don't dare!" Xu Jiajia hurriedly shook her head.

Tang Meili swallowed her saliva: "Then let's just squat here. It should be fine when it's dawn."

*Bang—*

The door was suddenly hit, the huge sound scaring the two into screaming, burying their heads into their legs.

Their bodies couldn't stop trembling.

*Bang bang bang—* The crashing sound continued.

And this time, there was also a sharp, ear-piercing call.

"My lord~"

The two were scared until their faces turned white.

Immediately, they saw a head suddenly reach into the room. This head was wearing a white hat, and the face covered in rouge hung with a smile.

Tilting its head, its copper-bell-sized eyes stared round at them.

*Clang clang clang—*

A piece of music rang out. This Ghost ignored everything and jumped in directly from the outside.

It circled around them.

Everyone who heard the opera music had to die; this was the opera singer's rule.

Let alone the two of them, who had stepped on all three rules.

Just as the opera singer took a step forward, preparing to control them.

A red light flashed from Xu Jiajia's neck.

Immediately, in the interweaving of the opera, a childhood rhyme sound came.

"The black sky hangs low, the bright stars follow—"

"The man is in the heart's place~ The concubine is in the time of heartbreak~"

Two completely different, different-era, different-tone sounds collided together, the atmosphere around them becoming eerie.

Tang Meili used her peripheral vision to see this eyeball. She instantly remembered that this was an eyeball on the little bear. After this eyeball appeared, this Ghost didn't approach them.

Could it be this eyeball, that is, that little bear, helping them?

*Whoosh—*

The eyeball suddenly became larger, a burst of light flashed, and it swallowed this Ghost into its belly in one bite.

The eyeball stared at Tang Meili, as if telling her something.

She suddenly got up.

She grabbed Xu Jiajia: "Hurry up and go, this Ghost is dead, let's run!"

Xu Jiajia hadn't reacted yet when she was pulled up.

"Where is the Ghost?"

"Don't worry about it, hurry up and run. The entire hospital is surrounded by Ghosts, let's run now."

"I said it, she is a Ghost!" Wang Yu pointed at Zhang Xue manically, immersed in the joy of his correct answer.

Zhang Tao stared at Zhang Xue with a gloomy face, the latter not moving: "Seal your ears, prepare to strike!"

As his words fell, he rushed over in a flash.

The speed was very fast, a cigarette in his mouth.

At the moment of being close at hand, the cigarette smoke wrapped around, directly covering Zhang Xue, and then squeezed hard.

At the same time, he took out a small knife and cut off the entire head with one strike.

"Go!" After killing Zhang Xue, Zhang Tao turned back and shouted loudly.

As a result, the next second.

*Pfft—*

A trace of blood flashed before Xu Qing's eyes, and a smear of blood sprayed over.

She turned her head slowly, and saw a slit in the middle of Wang Yu's clothes, and two hands reached out from inside.

Directly piercing the chest of a teammate.

The entire chest was pierced, and with a hard pull, it was split into two.

Wang Yu's expression was ferocious, his head lowered, his chest covered in sharp thorns and blood-colored imprints.

"Be careful!" Zhang Tao gritted his teeth and rushed over, pulling Xu Qing over, the smoke in his mouth forming a shield in front.

*Bang—*

With one punch, the two flew out, crashing through the room door.

Zhang Tao's eyes were full of shock. The Ghosts were never one, but two!

He should have thought of it long ago! Wang Yu was so sure that Zhang Xue was a Ghost. Since Zhang Xue was a Ghost, why didn't he die, why didn't he die at Zhang Xue's hands? Thinking back to the four police officers, three died, and only he survived. What did that explain? He

Such reliance—doesn't that imply he had long since fallen victim to another ghost's rules, and it was only because the rules clashed that he didn't hear the opera music?

Moreover, the ghost rule he was under was in no way inferior to this performer.

"Captain, you go first; I'll hold him off." A flash of resolve crossed the eyes of the remaining team member.

Wang Yu turned his head, crouched on the ground, and tore his entire body open; it was time to harvest the seeds.

Zhang Xue, who had been executed by Zhang Tao, stood up at this moment, placed her head back onto her neck, and stared with wide, dull eyes, a long spear appearing in her hand from who knows where.

The two entities exchanged a glance, then looked in unison at Zhang Tao and the others; clearly, they had reached a consensus!

"Captain, hurry and go!" the team member roared, plunged a Spirit Potion into his own neck, and charged forward.

Zhang Tao clutched his chest and looked back at the corridor; it was full of performers—the entire corridor was packed with them.

At the same time, his phone rang.

"Be careful, ghost rules: don't close your eyes, don't listen, don't smell. Also, Zhang Xue and Wang Yu are both ghosts!"

Too late, unfortunately! A scent of red lipstick wafted over, and at the same time, all the performers in the corridor looked over.

(End of chapter)