She stared at Mi August’s hut without daring to say anything. From time to time there was slight movement coming from inside, but she couldn’t hear what was going on specifically.
During this period, the ‘Harlequin’ who had entered cabin No. 6 also came out. Yan Yan didn’t know if she was overthinking it, but she always felt that the sack he was dragging was plumper than before he entered the room.
‘Harlequin’ walked slowly on stilts, first lingering in front of the window of Cabin No. 7. The window of Cabin No. 7 clicked when Yan Yan heard it, and she understood that Hao Yan must have been just like her. He was peeking through the crack in the window, but at this time, he was so frightened by the ‘Harlequin’ that he closed the window.
‘Harlequin’ didn’t linger outside the closed window for too long before walking towards Mi August’s hut.
Yan Yan was afraid that it would come here next, and was hesitating whether to close the window, but she found ‘Harlequin’ stopped outside Mi August’s door.
It seemed to be waiting for something, its nose was gasping for air that could be seen with the naked eye in excitement, and the abscesses on its body were bulging.
Yan Yan’s eyes fell on the sack that it was dragging, and she had a very bad suspicion in her mind: Maybe it was waiting for Mi August’s body! ?
The waiting time was long. A few minutes usually passed quickly, but tonight, every second was extremely slow.
Under high mental stress, Yan Yan gradually understood the emotional changes of the ‘Harlequin’ from its body movements.
It also waited impatiently.
What is it anxious about?
Until Mi August’s cabin was shrouded in brown.
The panting and jumping ‘Harlequin’ suddenly stopped and even danced happily.
Yan Yan’s heart dropped rapidly at this moment.
There was also a brown shimmer in Cabin No. 6 before, and then the ‘Harlequin’ entered. The brown halo of Mi August’s hut compared to that of No. 6’s hut is like the difference between the full moon and the fluorescent light.
inside the house.
Mi August looked at the completely crazy Guai Tan, and the reddish-brown serous membrane squirmed and quickly wrapped around her.
There is a sweet and intoxicating smell floating in the air.
She was like the center of a bonbon, which would soon be sealed inside by the ‘syrup’.
The spell diagram appeared in her hand, and the Yin Fire ignited.
“Hahahahahaha, it’s useless, it’s useless, I said this power can’t stop me, just be my sugar~”
Most ghost stories always seem to be interested in enjoying the painful despair of their prey.
In his words and deeds, he constantly provokes the nerves of his prey.
“I take back what I said before. I won’t let you die too happily. I want you to suffocate and watch yourself melt.”