Chapter 446 You look a lot like Master Ni

Author: Junzi Yin Yang

Chapter 446 You look a lot like Master Ni

On the other side, I saw Shen Jiangting and Sadako fighting.

The clay doll looked left and right, leaned back, and returned to the stage room alone.

Huddled in the corner, he raised his hand and patted his chest to rejoice: "It's okay, it's okay, it's still safe here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Niwawa heard the crisp sound of bells coming from the corridor outside the house.

His face suddenly froze, and his eyes moved left and right flexibly.

Carefully moving, the clay doll raised its ears and pressed against the wooden wall.

I wanted to hear the sudden ringing of the bell again, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it again.

Carefully sticking to the wall, the clay doll slowly moved outward, its head sticking out from the door, but its body still remained in the house.

Turning his head, he looked around the corridor outside the house, up and down, front and back.

After not finding anything weird, I relaxed my worries and stepped back.

As he stepped back, the back of his head hit something, as if someone had kicked him twice with his toes.

The clay doll's heart that had just been relieved was lifted again.

A permeating numbness spread up his back.

He turned around stiffly, and before his eyes appeared a pair of feet that were hanging limply, turned gray and covered with corpse spots.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!" the clay doll shouted in a high-pitched voice, turned around suddenly, and backed away again.

When he took a step back, he could see the hanged man with a red ribbon hanging around his neck, following his steps.

"You... don't follow me." The clay doll shouted in a trembling voice: "Ancestors bless you, ancestors bless you."

It seemed that the prayer had an effect, and the hanged man hanging on the red silk silk stopped in his tracks.

Seeing the right opportunity, the clay doll turned around and wanted to leave the room.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and came face to face with a bride in wedding clothes.

The bride was strangely beautiful. She lowered her head and raised her eyes to look at him, her red lips raised, and her eyes still shed tears.

She was standing at the door, and a gust of wind blew up the golden bell hanging on her robe.

"Bai...Bai Wanwan!" The clay doll was so frightened that he stumbled back and sat back in the house.

This time, the back of my head bumped into that familiar thing again.

The clay doll turned around, and sure enough it was the Hanged Ghost following him, along with a pair of corpse-spotted feet.

"Bai Wanwan, are you...are you dead?" Niwawa pointed at Wan'an with trembling fingers, with a hesitant look on his face.

He stared at Wan An's brown eyes and saw that they were dull and lifeless.

He didn't get an answer from Wan'an. He wanted to go out but Wan'an blocked the door.

The clay doll sat on the ground, hesitated for three seconds, and finally chose to knock away the hanging man blocking behind him and rush towards the booth with the dolls.

With his back to the doll booth, the clay doll felt some comfort in his heart. He raised his hand and pointed at Wan An, who was standing stiffly at the door, and the hanging ghost floating at the door.

He shouted: "Whether you are dead or alive, I advise you to leave here quickly. If you dare to touch me, you will be rewarded."

"Really?" Wan'an sneered and said every word carefully.

She raised her hand, her movements stiff, like a puppet being controlled, and slowly approached the clay doll.

Her red lips were slightly open, and her words were teasing. Every sentence she said was not complete, without a trace of emotion but with some nostalgia: "You are very similar to Master Ni."

"My great-great-grandfather..." Mudou leaned against the booth and murmured, pointing at Wan'an and collapsing: "Who are you? Who are you?"

"Of course, you and your great-great-grandfather just look alike." Wan'an raised his hand and the red silk hanging with the hanging ghost wrapped around the clay doll and dragged him to the ground.

The clay doll struggled to escape, but was pressed face to face by the hanging man who followed.

"You, what do you want to do?" The clay doll gritted his teeth and struggled.

He first glanced at Wan'an, and finally set his sights on the dolls in the booth.

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