Chapter 250 Horror Valentine’s Day

A private bungalow on the roadside.

The bloody paper shop is located in a corner of Donglin District, on a street near the sea.

There are private villas on both sides.

Belongs to a wealthy neighborhood.

Shen Jian stopped here.

Thinking about something.

A red-clothed paper-man ghost is priced at 70,000 horror coins. Even if it is worth the money, ordinary ghosts cannot afford this price.

Those who can afford it will also choose to buy pieces of meat from flesh-seeing ghosts to enhance their yin energy and enhance their own supernatural powers.

Therefore, even in a wealthy area, it is not an easy task to sell a red-clothed paper figurine.

Taking Li Gui out of the bloody paper shop is just the beginning.

The real problem is still on the buyer’s side

but.

Shen Jian once heard a truth.

If there is no demand, create demand.

Looking at one of the luxurious bungalows, Shen Jian quickly had an idea.

…

Inside the luxurious bungalow.

"One for my husband, one for my children, one for my parents..."

A woman's pleasant humming could be heard from the kitchen.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the busy back of the woman.

Today is Valentine's Day.

Her husband decided to take her to relive their love tonight.

And she was also very virtuous in preparing dinner at home.

A separate meal is prepared for each person.

All are their favorite foods.

It’s just that these foods may cause physical discomfort in humans.

The kitchen was bloody.

The fishy smell hit my nose.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

at this time.

There was a knock on the door.

The woman's humming stopped suddenly, she wiped her blood-stained apron twice, revealed a face spattered with blood, and walked out toward the door: "Who is it? Are you back so early today?"

She was a little suspicious.

It's only around 4pm now.

Whether it's the husband, the children, or the parents, they probably haven't gotten off work yet, so who will be knocking on the door at this time?

She didn't open the door immediately, but looked out through the peephole.

But there was nothing outside the door.

And the knocking on the door stopped suddenly, as if it had never happened.

"You heard it wrong."

The woman shook her head and was about to go back and continue cooking, but just as she turned around, the knock on the door rang again.

Knock knock knock!

Three long and two short knocks, the knocking sounds are very regular.

The woman is surprised.

Still can't see anything through the peephole.

Think about it.

The woman ran up to the second floor.

Looking out from the balcony, there was nothing at the door.

She walked around the room and found nothing unusual.

"Which naughty boy is playing a prank?"

The woman cursed softly, but it was more like she was trying to comfort herself.

Because after looking around, she didn't see anyone, but her ghost instinct made her subconsciously alert. She had a vague feeling that she was being watched.

Knock knock knock!

The knock on the door sounded again.

The woman rushed to the balcony and stuck her head out.

The sound disappeared again.

But this time.

The woman's pupils shrank, because from her angle, she could just see the big bright red handprints left one after another on the door of her house.

Something really knocked on the door just now.

Knocker?

Why did this kind of person knock on her door?

Although the horror world is the world of evil ghosts, it is also divided into three, six or nine levels. There are also some extremely vicious existences in it, which are a threat to most evil ghosts.

That's the devil of disorder.

These evil ghosts have lost their original sanity, and their bodies are driven by the murderous instinct. They will randomly wander anywhere and kill no matter who triggers their killing pattern.

Now, could she have encountered such a lonely ghost?

The woman felt a chill in her heart.

Quickly lock the balcony door.

All possible ways in are eliminated.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Knock, knock..."

This time.

The knocking on the door got louder.

Even the door handle seems to be turning, and the "ghost" outside is trying to open the door.

Twist it twice.

It was found that it was unsuccessful and dead silence returned outside.

It's like leaving disappointed.

The woman's face turned pale and she leaned against the door and listened for a long time.

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Is anyone home? Is anyone home?"

The voice outside the door seemed to be trying its best to disguise itself as a normal person, but the inherent resentment and sinisterness in the voice could not be hidden at all.

Suddenly.

The woman's scalp exploded.

It was really a disorderly evil spirit that broke in.

When did she trigger the other party's killing pattern?

"Is anyone here? If there is no one, I will come in."

"Is there anyone at home..."

The voice of the "knocker" outside the door was rising and falling. He seemed to be standing on tiptoes to peek into the cat's eye, and then he was leaning into the gap under the door, peering into the room, and asking sinister questions.

The woman was even more frightened.
To be continued...