A highly decayed face was embedded in the window glass, and a hand came out of the wall, grabbing Muke's hand tightly, as if trying to pull her in.

"I hurt so much...I'm so cold...Help me...Help me..."

This was the voice of a middle-aged woman, but it was mixed with the scream of a little girl. She screamed while trying to drag Muke in.

Because he was prepared, Muke was not frightened, and even patted the rotten hand with his free hand: "Don't be afraid, I will save you, but you have to tell me how to save you?"

As if he didn't expect to get such an answer, his dark eyes rolled and he didn't give Muke a reply. He just pulled and tried to drag her in.

"It seems that he is not very smart and has some communication difficulties."

Ying Sanyue said that usually, the more powerful ghosts are, the better they can communicate.

"According to this inference, the woman sealed in the wall is not very strong."

Muke paid more attention to the head in front of him.

When the sound sounded, the head's mouth did not open.

"Are the limbs built into the wall and the head on the window not one body?"

Muke's fingers had already touched the wall, and even touched a little inside the wall. It felt sticky like wet glue.

The cold breath froze the fingertips even more, as if they would freeze to death if they didn't pull them out.

Muke suddenly exerted force and tried to pull her hand out, but at this time, more hands reached out from the wall and grabbed her arm.

She couldn't count the exact number of them at once, but there were at least a dozen, and there were people of all ages.

Muke's other hand did not engage in tug-of-war, but instead took the bag and smashed it directly against the window.

The glass shattered, and his arms and cheeks were inevitably cut.

The arms in the wall screamed and all of a sudden retracted.

"it works!"

Muke grabbed the head and tried to pull it out.

The head is indeed not integrated with the arm in the wall, but the neck is like an octopus tentacle, firmly attached to it, and it is difficult to pull it off with her strength.

【Detected that you are facing an important decision!】

[Choice 2: Give up taking Liu Meijuan’s head, or replace it with the head in the bag. 】

【Please make your choice within ten seconds!】

Give up or replace?

The head carried by the driver may have other uses, but the name of the owner of the head in the window made Muke very concerned.

Liu Meijuan! The same word as Liu Meiling!

When the countdown turned to one, Muke let go of his hand.

[Please note that the impact of your choices is far greater than you think, please make every choice carefully.]

That would give her time to think!

[Tip: Please be firm in your choice, this will greatly improve your survival probability.]

[Now, the first preliminary task is issued, please go home within ten minutes! 】

"According to my memory during the day, this place is not very far from the driver's home. If we run at full speed, ten minutes is definitely enough."

But looking at those red lanterns, Muke felt a little guilty in his heart.

At this time, the red lanterns had stopped shaking and seemed to be normal, but Muke was not at ease with them.

Out of caution, Muke did not rush home. Instead, he tore off his clothes and quickly treated the wound to avoid attracting more ghosts.

The wounds on the arms were easy to deal with, but the ones on the face were a bit difficult to bandage.

"I really miss the Band-Aids and bandages in my bag."

As she said this, she still touched the pockets on both sides of the driver's bag, but there were no wrapping items.

"Try touching it inside?"

Leaving the wound alone may bring fatal danger, Muke has already understood this.

She carefully reached into the inside of the bag and touched a band-aid on the head.

There is also a line written on the band-aid: "Please pay attention to safety."

The handwriting is delicate and delicate, probably written by a woman. It doesn't look like the handwriting of the driver, a grown man.

"The driver's wife? According to his age, it's really time to get married."

But the key is, why didn't she touch this the first time?

She had a guess, and she felt a constant chill in her heart. At the same time, she missed Ying Sanyue and the others very much.

After applying the band-aid, Muke still did not choose to sprint, but walked quickly.

At the same time, keep looking to both sides with your head to avoid any further changes in the lantern.

"Muke..."

In the distance, someone seemed to be calling her name.

The voice was very ethereal, the kind that made you feel that it was not human at first glance.

Muke didn't answer, but silently quickened his pace.

"Muke..."

The voice sounded for the second time, much closer to Muke.

She tried to tell herself not to panic, but her nails dug into her flesh subconsciously.

The voice sounded for the third time and seemed to have reached behind Muke.

If she keeps pretending, I'm afraid it will ring in her ears next time!

Muke ran wildly. Movement should generate heat, but she felt colder and colder.

"And my body is getting heavier and heavier. Could it be that the ghost has got me?"

Ying Sanyue said more than once that she had a strong Yin energy and could easily be possessed by ghosts.

"...Muke..."

The voice sounded for the third time, directly against her ear, and there was severe pain in her shoulder, as if someone was holding her tightly.

If there was a hammer of truth, Muke would definitely hit it on the shoulder, but she didn't have it now.

The feeling on her shoulder was getting sharper and sharper, as if it was about to pierce her skin at the next moment.

She patted her shoulder directly with her hand, trying to pull the ghost off her back, but she couldn't touch anything.

"It's getting heavier and heavier, like it's weighing down a mountain."

She moved her steps hard and looked at the house in the distance. It was the only house without a red lantern, and it was also the driver's home.

“Keep working hard and you’ll be in front, hold on!”

She walked mechanically, constantly challenging her limits, and finally she entered the light area.

Ordinary lights cannot drive away ghosts, but the lights at the driver's house seem to be different.

The ghost behind her made a sharp scream, as if it had hit something terrible.

But it still didn't disperse, instead it wrapped tightly around Muke's neck, trying to strangle her to death.

There was a feeling of suffocation, and breathing difficulties caused a lack of oxygen to the brain.

Muke is very experienced in being choked.

She knew very well that she couldn't pry the ghost's hand off, so she didn't waste any time trying, and instead sped towards the door.

The driver's house finally arrived. She touched the key tremblingly and tried to open the door, but the key floated up on its own.

Needless to say, it was definitely the ghost who didn't want her to go home.

"Open the door! Open the door! I'm back!"

Muke raised his voice and said hoarsely.

Without the key, it was impossible to open the door by herself. She could only bet that the driver had someone at home.

And she had seen the driver's mother at his house during the day, so the possibility of someone being there was high.

The door creaked open from the inside, and the ghost behind Muke disappeared instantly, but her pupils shrank severely.

"Ying March?"
Chapter completed!