At this time, on the other side, Fatty Wang stood there and felt increasingly palpitating.

It was quiet all around, and even the wind seemed to have stopped. Fatty Wang didn't dare to move. He could only stand there and kept shouting: "Is there anyone? Help?"

The sound changes from loud to soft, from strong to weak.

But after calling for more than half an hour, no one showed up.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have chosen to be with Mr. Cui. What the hell is this!"

Fatty Wang regretted a little, choosing to stay here alone seemed even scarier.

Holding his butcher's knife in his hand, his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Fatty Wang was still struggling in his heart, should he run to the back mountain to join Cui Jun and others at this time?

But wouldn’t it be too embarrassing to go now?

Fatty Wang is also a person who wants face, although he also knows that his little face is worthless.

"Is there anyone? Huh?"

He called twice more, and suddenly a figure appeared behind him holding a lantern.

Fatty Wang took a closer look and saw that this man was dressed as if he was a servant of the palace.

Immediately, Fatty Wang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "This way, little brother, come this way!"

The man in gray and white clothes immediately quickened his pace and walked up to Fatty Wang.

Bowing slightly, the man said with a smile: "Master, can you call me?"

Fatty Wang almost burst into tears with excitement, finally seeing a living person again.

"Yes, yes, I'm calling you. Do you know how to get out of here?"

The man looked around and said, "Leave here? Master, are you talking about leaving the palace?"

Fatty Wang pointed to the back mountain in front of him and said, "Can you see that back mountain? That back mountain shouldn't exist. We must have been pulled into some small world of evil spirits. I followed the rules and stayed where I was, waiting for rescue.

.Don’t tell me that you are not here to save me.”

With that said, Fatty Wang took out all the papers with rules written on them and showed them to the man.

Immediately, the man showed a look of realization and said, "Oh, this is what you are talking about. I understand. Although I don't understand what the small world you are talking about is, I can take you to a safe place."

"As long as it's safe, it's okay as long as it's safe!"

Fatty Wang nodded repeatedly, and at the same time thought to himself, luckily he stayed where he was according to the rules and did not follow Mr. Cui and the others rashly.

Sure enough, in the palace, the most important thing is to follow the rules.

If you don't follow the rules, something will happen!

Mr. Cui, I'm sorry, you can solve it yourself. Lao Wang, I have to go to a safe place first.

"Okay, master, please come with me!"

The man picked up the lantern and began to lead the way. He did not go towards the back mountain, but towards the southwest of the palace.

Fatty Wang immediately followed, and at the same time kept saying from behind: "You are the guides arranged by Master Zhuqing, right?"

The man did not answer, but turned around and gave Fatty Wang a bright smile.

"Let me tell you, Master Zhu Qing must have arranged everything. Ghost hunting is so dangerous, so we need to arrange more helpers."

Fatty Wang thought to himself, and then followed the man to somewhere in the palace.

Slowly pushing open a door, the man said: "Please come in, Master. This is our safe house. As long as you stay inside, you will not be invaded by any ghosts."

"Great, I will stay until dawn!"

Fatty Wang stepped in without any doubts.

As soon as he entered, Fatty Wang saw a dozen men also wearing gray and white clothes, looking at him with almost the same smile.

There is nothing wrong with the smile itself, it is bright, enthusiastic, and the eyes are shining.

But a dozen people looked at him with the same smile, almost the same, and Fatty Wang suddenly felt a chill.

Behind him, a man walked in with the same smile and slowly closed the door.

Without waiting for Fatty Wang to ask, the man walked to the corner of the house, clapped his hands, and the back door opened, and then corpses stacked like firewood were brought in.

The corpse was missing its left hand and was horribly pale.

The man picked up the scissors from the side and began to cut off the human skin bit by bit.

Fatty Wang was stunned and shouted repeatedly: "Ghost, ghost!"

He immediately rushed to the door and wanted to leave, but his movements were obviously too slow.

The servants with bright smiles suddenly stepped forward, and a dozen of them stretched out their hands at the same time, holding him firmly down.

The hands of these servants were so terrifying that they reminded Fatty Wang of the zombies on the treasure ship.

But this time, there was no one to help him kill the zombies. The huge force almost lifted Fatty Wang up.

"What? What are you doing?"

With a clang, the knife in Fatty Wang's hand fell to the ground.

The man who was cutting the human skin turned around and said with a smile: "Of course I'm going to change your work clothes. You will be one of us from now on."

Fatty Wang's eyes widened with an incredible expression on his face.

At this moment, a piece of paper flew out from his body. It was the paper on which the rules of the palace were written.

One line of words floated before Fatty Wang's eyes,

"Article 9, please remember that you are a ghost hunter and don't forget your identity. You are not a member of the palace or a servant of the palace. You can refuse any rude request."

Fatty Wang seemed to understand something and immediately shouted: "I refuse... Wuwuwu"

Before he could even say the word "refuse", his mouth was tightly covered by other servants.

The man chuckled and said, "What did you say? I couldn't hear you. It seems you didn't refuse, right? Welcome, newcomer!"

Saying this, the man finally cut off a complete piece of skin.

Then I picked up the needle and thread and started sewing.

Fatty Wang struggled desperately, but to no avail. He was like pork on the chopping board, with no possibility of escaping.

…

On the back mountain, Cui Jun and Qian Wushuang gritted their teeth and watched as all the banquet dishes were placed.

The excess corpses were also carried away by special personnel.

Suddenly, the entire sky in the back mountain began to change. Little by little, the sky seemed to turn blood red.

"coming soon!"

Qian Wushuang gestured with his hands.

Cui Jun nodded slightly. Judging from his appearance, the evil ghost was about to show up.

Holding the mechanism box with his palm, Cui Jun was thinking about how Fatty Wang is doing now.

Maybe Fatty Wang is right, standing still and not moving is the way to break the situation.

As for them, they can only face off against the evil spirits head-on.

Hey, Fatty Wang is still smart.

Cui Jun thought secretly.

At the same time, his eyes became sharper and sharper, and his whole body entered a breath-holding state.

At this moment, countless noisy voices suddenly sounded from all directions.

Immediately, Cui Jun and Qian Wushuang both stared and saw strange figures starting to appear out of thin air from outside the gate.

Some have green faces and fangs, some have strange shapes, or their whole body is covered with eyes.

ghost!
Chapter completed!