After walking in the kitchen for a few more steps, I got out of the kitchen. Of course, as a personal nanny, I still have a room in this house, although it is a very small room. Of course, it is impossible for me to go in there.

When I passed by the living room, I saw the glass box in the closet. The blood-red ceramic mask was quietly placed inside the snow-white feathers. Very well, the master bought it... I wonder if it is very heavy to wear it on my face...

After staring at the mask for a while, I finally withdrew my gaze - I felt that my expression was dull when I withdrew my gaze. Because at the moment, I felt my heart hop suddenly, and then I was like a frightened deer, jumping randomly, as if I was extremely afraid of something.

I looked at the mask again and I soon knew the reason. The eyes, the mask's eyes, were too dark, so dark that I felt depressed. I felt a strange feeling in my heart, very manic, like a wild beast.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided not to get close to the mask. I looked up at the large wall clock hanging on the wall, and the hand clearly told me that it was only nine o'clock in the evening. According to my experience, he or she would come out at least three hours, so during these three hours, I had to try my best to find ways to protect myself.

Ah, there are knives in the kitchen, I remember, but it's useless. If there is no corpse fire talisman on it, ordinary blades usually cannot harm ghosts - I didn't say that the dagger given by the president is not ordinary blades - on the contrary, most ghosts will go crazy when they see a knife or other sharp blades, which is indeed quite exciting to them. So without the absolute threat of death, I am not so stupid as to anger a ghost I absolutely cannot beat with an ant body.

My efforts are to find ways to escape. Under the guidance of God or the Jade Emperor, I finally didn't work for three hours in vain. I finally found two ways to escape. The first is the gate, of course, this is the most dangerous and impossible road. The second is the back door leading to the backyard in the kitchen. Although the danger coefficient of this road is not as high as the first one, the disadvantage is that I may not be able to find an opportunity to escape in the kitchen.

When I was ready for everything, I heard the big wall clock in the living room ringing twelve times. Perhaps it was my psychological effect, and its sound was louder and louder. The twelfth bell sounded to me, and the loudest drum sound had become the loudest drum sound.

There was nothing. What surprised me was that nothing happened after the bell rang. This situation made me even more frightened by standing in the living room waiting to die. People's fear of unknown dangers is always much greater than the fear of known darkness.

After standing there for a long time, I was finally sure that nothing would come out, which surprised me. Just as I was about to turn around and go back to the bed, I heard a crisp sound of glass breaking from behind me.

It's miserable.

This is my first thought.

When I slowly turned around, the first thing I saw was blood all over the ground, constantly spreading out of the broken glass box. The originally snow-white feathers in the glass box were now scattered all over the ground, sticking to the thick blood, and the source of the blood was the mask.

Again, I still felt a feeling of depression in my heart when I looked at the eyes of the mask. What's more, now its eyes are not only black, but also red. The two colors are mixed together, making my heart suppressed again.

Blood kept flowing out of the eyes of the mask, and even blood quickly passed through my feet. If it were an adult, the blood would have been almost dried up... I clenched my fists with some anxiety.

Sure enough, after about three or four seconds, the blood stopped oozing out. Before I could be proud of my correct guess, I heard heavy footsteps coming from behind me.

Heavy, footsteps.

It was like a huge hammer, hitting the ground one after another, leaning towards me step by step.

I ran towards the second floor almost without thinking. Before I could even look back and see what was behind me, my body had forced me to the second floor.

Then, the scene at the beginning of the article is repeated.

Very good, what do I know about that thing now? No, nothing, I don’t even know what it looks like. You coward! I beat my legs in annoyance. How can I judge this way...

It seemed that I could smell the bloody smell that had just been stained with my body. I heard the footsteps like a hammer sounded again, and the shadow that had stopped moving was once again stretched infinitely.

I subconsciously grabbed something on the ground. I could touch something useful here near the storage room... But when I saw the doll I was holding in my hand, I silently threw it on the ground. Why did that thing be used? Is that ghost cute to death? Besides, it is not good-looking.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and my heartbeat also stopped. I stiffened my neck, turned my head slowly, and looked at the upper that was slightly above the wall. It was wrinkled and had a strange direction.

Then I stiffened my neck again and slowly raised my head, but my vision was unexpectedly blank. Did no one's head come out of the corner of the wall... As soon as this idea was settled, I saw a face suddenly appear in my vision.

No, to be precise, she has no face at all. A normal person - the object that should be on the face, she has no other objects, and even her face has only one plane.

I was stunned and subconsciously reached out and shook it in front of her, but I immediately regretted it - this action undoubtedly confirmed my position, bastard! What am I doing!

She started walking again! The body pulled out from behind the wall completely dispelled me the idea of ​​"Is she a ghost or a human".

The body had been crushed. In addition to the head, her body was like a pool of garlic paste, but the pool of garlic paste was mixed with bones.

"My face..." When I heard this sound, I was still wondering where it came from, "Give me my face..."

Seeing that the garlic paste was taking action, I turned around and prepared to run away, but then I found that - girl, I was in a blind spot! I was so anxious just now that I didn't realize this at all! I immediately wanted to slap myself in the face.

The garlic paste approached me step by step, and the mud-shaped body with bone fragments moaned in the dim moonlight. I heard her crying all the time: "Give me my face... Where is my face... I can't see... I can't see my face..."

I couldn't see my face either... I complained silently. It's hard to get it now. I'm not very nervous, even though I'm unarmed, even though the other party described it as ugly.

"You must have stolen my face... It must have been..." Garlic mud wailed, and his hands, which looked like a line from the side, slowly lifted up. Then I saw her pounce on her suddenly, and pounced towards me with a sour smell.

Oh, hey, you will know that it is not me when you see my old and ugly face! I suddenly roared in my heart, and hid in the garlic paste sideways. I ran away to the corridor as soon as I started, and suddenly thought of something again. Wait... Could it be...

After hesitating for a moment, I turned around and ran towards the ground floor. A roar of garlic came from behind me. Then I saw a ball of black things suddenly jumping out of the dead corner, jumping downstairs like a wild beast.

I didn't play like this... I suddenly felt tight, and my feet slipped and rolled down the stairs. After a splash, I finally stopped. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the plane hanging above my head, messy hair scratching my face, itchy.

I immediately slapped me, then jumped up and ran towards the cabinet.

The garlic mud seemed to be stunned for a while. Through the reflection of the cabinet, I saw that her head was actually beaten by me in a direction. A layer of flesh was spinning out from her twisted neck. Then she reacted and ran towards me again.

Sure enough... Looking at my shadow reflected in the cabinet, I breathed a sigh of relief. I changed back... I am the reverse version of Cinderella... People are getting better and better, while I am getting ugly...

Seeing the garlic pounce on me, I squatted down decisively, picked up something on the ground and turned around and ran away. Then, a muffled sound of a body hitting the wall came from behind me.

The garlic paste seemed to think of this, and slowly slid down from the wall, stood there, watching me take this thing away.

If I guessed right, I turned the mask in my hand and immediately, I almost threw it out. I went! The garlic-cured head was inside!

The garlic mud leaned down on the flat face, and a chaotic laughter came from somewhere, saying, "My face...my face is here..."

I pulled the corner of my mouth, and I raised my hand and threw the mask out. I also slapped my head with the garlic clay. The mask hit the ground a lot, and finally stopped by the wall. The garlic clay smiled and thrust my head in the mask. I didn't care about me and stuffed my head straight in.

Before I could turn around and run away, I heard a scream in my ears: "Not here!! Not here!! My face is not here!"

When I heard this sound, I felt my body chill. No... Could it be... someone took it away... something flashed through my head, and I immediately gritted my teeth. Zitong... I should have thought it was him... the antique shop owner...
Chapter completed!