"Da Da Da Da--"

The rapid footsteps were getting closer, and almost the blink of the head rushed to the head.

Wen Jiaoyan's back cold "Mao" was vertically vertically, and he turned back ——

In the next second, he appeared in a horrible scene.

Four people carried a scarlet sedan seed, and they were running towards this direction at a horrifying speed. As the distance was "forced", through the light of the candle, Wen Jiayan saw that the four of the four carried sedan seeds were carried by the sedan seeds.

It is actually a paper man who pastes from paper -on the pale face, with the weird blush of the red "color", the lips are upward, and the stiff horrible smile of "exposure".

And their hands are actually paper sedan!

There were weird smiles on the four paper people's faces, and rushed towards the direction of Wen brief.

"!!!"

"call."

The candlelight in my hand was blown out.

In the darkness, Wen Jiaoyan's pupils suddenly tightened. Before he reacted, he felt a spin of the sky. He was covered by a piece of scarlet, and a strong stinky bloody smell came!

Nympho

Under the strong impact, Wen Qianyan felt that he seemed fainted for a few seconds ... or a few minutes.

He blinked and took two seconds to realize that he was still alive.

Wait ... wait ...

So what happened just now?

What's going on?

Wen Jianyan blinked, first felt that his sight was covered by a piece of scarlet, and then he realized that he seemed to shake his environment, just like ...

It looks like a sedan.

He hesitated for a few seconds, raised his fingers, and subconsciously "touched" his face.

Familiar, the touch of the fabric.

"..."

It's bad.

It's bad!

Wen Jianyan's forehead exuded cold sweat. He set off a corner of the red hijab on his head and secretly looked out.

There is also a scarlet outside.

It is completely inside the paper sedan !!

Just setting a corner of the hijab, the familiar horror brought by the darkness hit in all directions. Wen Jianyan started. There was no candle in his own hand. He hurriedly opened his hands.

The danger faded.

Sure enough, in a sense of red hijab, it can also resist the threat brought by darkness.

Almost immediately, Wen Jiaoyan opened his live broadcast interface.

It's all gray "color".

The store cannot be purchased, the items cannot be used.

Wen Jian said straight in the sedan seed, his fingers curled up, holding his knees tightly.

In the gap below the red hijab, he can clearly see that the clothes on his body do not know what to wait to become a thorny dress, which is exactly the same as the female corpse in the first coffin, and ... I do n’t know why, he activated after entering the copy and activated after entering the copy.

The appearance has also disappeared.

Under the scarlet fabric, it belongs to the body of Wen briefly, and the male "sex" body.

No right ... it is wrong.

Wen Jianyan's forehead exudes fine cold sweat, and the fixed sitting.

The paper sedan was shaking, and across the thin red paper, you can hear the rapid footsteps of the four paper people.

He suddenly turned back.

If there is no accident, the statue after the card is put on the card, due to the influence of the curse in the three paintings, the one printed on it ...

It is your own face.

That is ...

Wen Jianyan stared at himself on his knees, holding his hand tightly, and the forehead exuded cold sweat.

Now this looks like it is, he replaced the female corpse in the three paintings, and became a new member in the courtyard ...

Zheng Wen said that he was in God, all tightened to the extreme ...

Suddenly, a cold hand emerged in the darkness of the dark, pressed on his waist, and across the thin fabric, the cold and horrible temperature of the dead man exuded in, causing him to make his scalp numb for a while.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In terrible, Wen Qianyan couldn't help but make a scream.

Like a cat who was stepped on the tail, the young man jumped up, but the next second, he was pressed by those strong and gratified hands.

"Don't move."

The shaking red "color" hijab, the eyes blurred, the man's low voice came close to his ears, and the paper sedan was "swinging" in the paper sedan.

The witch candle leaned down, holding the trembling young man, and asked if he was displeased:
Chapter completed!