"The end of the world, the ends of the sea, looking for a close friend~~"

The mountain ghost went up to the second floor, and heard a strange and numb singing voice.

It doesn't sound like a living person's voice at all.

It's like the sound made by bone rubbing against bone.

Eerie and terrifying.

"Haha, you are pretending to be a ghost with me, don't you know that I am a ghost?"

The mountain ghost sneered and strode towards the direction where the sound came from.

There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar, it was shaking slightly back and forth, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing out from time to time.

The mountain ghost walked to the door and stopped, feeling a chill emanating from the crack in the door.

"A bit strong."

There was a solemn expression on the mountain ghost's face.

"Mr. Lang, why don't you come in~~"

The scary voice came out again.

"Your grandma is a triangular hugger!"

The mountain ghost looked sharply and kicked the door open.

"Bang!"

The door hit the wall with a loud sound, the entire door frame shook, and dust fell from the wall.

"call out!"

A white silk ribbon more than half a meter wide flew towards me.

"Crack! Swish! Hiss!"

The mountain ghost picked up a knife and cut Bai Ling open, and the man quickly rushed in.

Bai Ling was split into two and flew to both sides, and a figure also appeared.

Wearing a silk white gauze skirt, very see-through.

The light from the window shines in, and you can vaguely see the exquisite figure under the white gauze skirt.

"Whoaaah!"

The woman screamed, broke the glass, and jumped out of the window.

A piece of white silk was shot out from his hand and placed on the top of a container. He tapped the white silk with his toes a few times and landed on the top of the container.

The mountain ghost glanced at the woman and did not chase her out. He walked out of the room and continued walking upstairs.

The woman in the white gauze dress who landed on the container had just stabilized her figure and took a few breaths when she heard a strange laughter.

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie!"

A figure suddenly jumped up from under the container.

The woman in the white gauze skirt subconsciously swept a piece of white silk over and tied the man tightly.

Looking closer, he saw a man with purple hair and a pale face, giving off an air of excessive pleasure.

"Oh, die!"

The woman in the white gauze skirt shook her white silk, wrapped it around Zi Mao's neck, and wanted to strangle him to death.

"Well!"

Zi Mao suddenly stuck out his long tongue, as if he couldn't breathe and was about to be strangled.

Suddenly, a big hand caught the woman in the white gauze skirt from behind and grabbed her shoulder.

The woman in the white gauze skirt subconsciously struck back with an elbow, hitting a soft spot, which was immediately wrapped up.

When I turned around, I saw a huge fat man appearing behind me.

And his elbow hit the fat man in the stomach.

The huge belly was soft, as if it had suction, sucking in the elbow of the woman in the white gauze skirt.

The woman in the white gauze skirt tried hard to pull it out, but found that her strength was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of the fat man.

"Hungry ghost, why are you joining in the fun!"

Zi Mao, who originally stuck out his tongue as if he was about to be strangled, suddenly retracted his tongue and said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Um?"

The woman in the white gauze skirt deliberately used a lot of strength and almost broke the purple-haired man's neck.

But why does that purple-haired guy seem to be fine at all?

"You bitch, I thought you were going to die."

The hungry ghost took out a huge sausage from his pocket and took a bite.

"Go away and don't disturb me playing games with this beauty!"

The pervert said loudly and dissatisfied.

"What a beauty, she looks like a female ghost to me."

The hungry ghost stuffed all the sausages into his mouth, his mouth was full of bulges and he said vaguely.

As soon as her stomach relaxed, she let go of the woman in the white gauze skirt's arm and jumped off the container.

"Come on, let's continue."

The perverted ghost smiled and said to the woman in the white gauze skirt: "Try harder!"

"Are you still human?"

The woman in the white gauze skirt asked with difficulty, her expression bitter.

What she is best at is pretending to be a ghost, but she didn't expect to meet a real ghost today.

"Of course!"

The lustful ghost saw that the woman in the white gauze skirt had come back to her senses.

Simply stop pretending and show your cards.

With a little force, the white silk wrapped around her body broke off and fell off.

"So you were teasing me just now!"

The woman in the white gauze skirt also knew that she was no match for the guy in front of her.

It's better to just turn around and run away.

"Little beauty, don't run away!"

The pervert is chasing after me.

Two in front and one behind, they were running and chasing each other on top of the tall containers.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupu, that perverted guy is harming women again.”

The crying ghost who had just broken a big man who looked like a dock stevedore was still holding the man's neck in his hands and said in a whimpering voice.

"Hahahaha, you have known this guy for thousands of years, but you still don't understand his conduct!"

The Laughing Ghost suddenly punched through the container next to him, and the head of the person hiding in the container was also blown open by the punch.

Blood and plasma were sprayed everywhere inside the container.

In the small white building, the mountain ghost walked up to the third floor where the lights were on just now.

The third floor was empty and silent.

Could it be that the only people here just now were the three people that Shangui met?

Of course not!

Shangui looked at the executive desk on one side. Behind it was a huge boss chair that was nearly one person tall.

At this time, the chair slowly turned around and there was a person sitting on it.

He has a Mediterranean-style bald head, a pair of tortoiseshell eyes, and a kind smile on his face.

He was wearing a horizontal striped collared T-shirt with a stain on the collar.

"Who are you?"

The bald middle-aged man held his chin in his hands and looked at the mountain ghost with interest.

"You don't need to know who I am."

The mountain ghost slowly walked over step by step and said: "You just need to know that you will die soon."

"You and the old lady who came here a few days ago are in the same group, right?"
To be continued...