Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan pointed outside, then pinched Wen Ci's ears, and finally frowned.

Wen Ci seemed to understand what Zhao Xuan wanted to express and said nothing.

They still need to guard against the taboos mentioned by the nanny npc today, and they cannot try them easily even in the room. After all, ghosts are unreasonable, and there is no explanation from inside or outside the room.

The noise on the fourth floor lasted for almost an hour. Zhao Xuan was so disturbed by the sound of wheels pushing him around that he could only pick up Wen Ci's hand and squeeze it to pass the time.

Just because Zhao Xuan can remain calm does not mean that other people in the room can be like him.

In this day and age, many people are prone to getting out of bed. Some people can control their getting out of bed, while others cannot.

So, someone on the third floor finally couldn't help it anymore, ran out and yelled, "It's so late, why don't you let me sleep?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xuan's ears immediately recognized the roaring voice. It was the coach who had brazenly told him that there was a ghost before.

Zhao Xuan knew that the temperament of some people was nothing in a safer world. At best, they were just reckless and overly conceited.

But entering this dangerous mission world is a reminder.

The coach who opened the door on the third floor listened to the crying for almost two hours. From the soft crying at the beginning, to the louder and louder crying, plaintive, angry and sharp sounds, the crying was too ugly.

The coach has a bad temper, but he also knows that something is wrong with this situation. He has been holding back at first, but who can hold it for so long? Two hours have passed...

This cry made him feel fuzzy, his fear was infinitely amplified, and his anger was also infinitely amplified. Under this emotion, the coach lost control.

He opened the door and shouted into the empty corridor.

The crying stopped.

The coach squinted his eyes, frowned and looked around.

There are two large windows in the corridor. There is some light coming in from outside the windows, but there are also some lights and shadows on the wall that are shaking crazily.,,

Like ghosts dancing wildly in the dark, this scene is really shocking.

The coach was a little frightened, and instinctively shouted that there was a ghost. It didn't matter whether the people in the other rooms were asleep. At this moment, the coach felt as if he was the only one left in the huge house.

He was so frightened that he wanted to call someone, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that he would attract the attention of those ghosts, until he felt a very cool wind, like a dark wind, which was very penetrating.

The coach got up and wanted to go back, but suddenly found that... the shadow on the wall was not a scary ghost at all, but the shadow of the locust tree shining in with the moonlight. It was not a real ghost.

He touched his forehead and said, "I'm scaring myself. There are no ghosts in this world. Just listen to their nonsense."

Maybe he went back after a nap, and everything was just a dream when he woke up.

Regardless of whether he was deceiving himself or not, the coach felt that the gloomy corridor was not that scary for the time being, so he quickly turned around and wanted to go back to the room.

But he saw a person at the end of the corridor, and he was so frightened that he shouted again, "...Who is it? Are you standing there trying to act like a ghost and scare people?"

The man turned around, but this turn was completely different from a normal turn. Only his head turned around, and it was still a 180-degree turn.

"You are noisy."

The sound is very light.

It was hoarse and unpleasant, and I couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

The coach didn't expect that he would see this scene. He was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away without saying a word, but when he turned around... there was no door to the room, only a wall.

The door to the room next to him disappeared at this moment, and the skull-headed man ducked two meters closer in the blink of an eye. He was extremely fast and was not a normal person at all.

The coach yelled, "Help, help me, I don't want to die!!"

He didn't know where he could run. There was no place to hide. The door to the room was gone, but the stairs were still there, but he seemed far away from the stairs. No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't reach the stairs.

There is clearly an exit, but the feeling of never being able to reach it is so painful and despairing.

The coach didn't dare to stop and kept running forward...

In the dark night, he thought he was running forward, but in fact... in the eyes of others, he was standing still.

In a few seconds, the man arrived in front of him.

"You're too noisy." The skull moved, and the sound of the bones and joints vibrating was really terrifying.

Before the coach's last cry for help could be said, the man raised the ax hidden under his sleeve and struck down again and again.

At the same time, the branches of the locust tree outside were swaying more cheerfully, as if children who had seen something new were clapping their hands happily.

There is no shadow of a man holding an ax in the corridor, but there are many swaying shadows of locust trees.

Zhao Xuan heard the screams of the coach below, and he almost instinctively covered Wen Ci's ears with both hands...

Until a second later, Wen Ci seemed to guess something from Zhao Xuan's reaction, and he raised his hands to cover Zhao Xuan's ears.

Zhao Xuan, "..." suddenly realized that Wen Ci couldn't hear the tragic scream at all.

Although he is not afraid of ghosts and gods, he will inevitably not like it if he hears it too much, especially those of them who come in to do tasks seem to be a meal for these ghosts, just waiting for them to kill.

Zhao Xuan, who had never bullied others but himself, felt for the first time that divine power... was really a good thing.

The man in the same room as the coach was the elite man who echoed with him. The elite man heard the screams outside. The sound seemed like he was being tortured, and the pain was unbearable.

There were also sounds like being slaughtered, which made him hide under the quilt and almost out of breath.

In the dark, it was easy for emotions to amplify, especially when he was alone in the room. He found this situation too scary.

The elite man suddenly felt that something seemed to be tugging at his quilt. This knowledge made him feel terrible. He instinctively grabbed the quilt, fearing that he would see some terrible scene.

He thought he would be fine if he didn't go out, but he didn't expect that after the movement stopped for a few seconds, he felt... there seemed to be an extra person under the quilt.

Because the other party poked him with a cold finger, the cold touch scared the elite man and rolled him off the bed, his face turned pale.

He saw the open door of the room and the person standing outside the door. He couldn't see the person's face clearly with the light behind him.

He was holding an ax in his hand, with blood still dripping from the ax head, and in the other hand was... his head. This sight was so frightening that he forgot to scream.