i want to win

Just when he didn't have any hope, the door was opened by him just like that.

He involuntarily took a few steps forward due to inertia, staggered a few steps and stood in the living room.This house seemed to have a pair of eyes watching him hidden in the dark. This feeling of being watched all the time made Yan Zihua feel chills all over his back.

It didn't go, that ghost thing didn't go, but came here with itself.It lied to itself!

By the way, since when did this happen!

His mind began to think back, thinking of the deep alley where he was running desperately, thinking of the moment when he heard that ghost talking when he was buying a lottery ticket, and finally his thoughts stopped at the time when he was drinking alone in the park in embarrassment.

By the way, it started from that time, when he was sitting in the park complaining, from the moment he heard that weird voice.

What did he say then?

He cried and said, "So what if the price is too high? I really don't want to go on like this. Even if I die, I'm willing."

He sold his life for money and a whim.That bastard seized the opportunity and took his life too!

Before Yan Zihua could think more, Yan Zihua felt a pair of cold hands tightly hugging him from behind. The cold touch was more uncomfortable than ice sticking to the skin, it was the kind of coldness coming from the bones. , Let the whole body lose its temperature.It was obviously summer, but the hot temperature made him feel no warmth at all.

He heard that it, that ghost thing said something that made Yan Zihua's hair stand on end in an extremely gloomy tone. It announced like a tempting gambler betting heavily and winning the dealer: "Mine, you are mine!" of."

A drop of sweat dripped from Yan Zihua's forehead, and the drop of sweat ran across his forehead and finally dripped onto the tiled floor. The sweat that could not spread turned into a flat and slightly raised sweat drop on the ground.

Those cold hands hugged him, as if they wanted to plunder the little warmth in his body.Then it was as if someone was sticking tightly to his back, Yan Zihua couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body, it whispered in Yan Zihua's ear, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's too late, that's right, too late."

It was too late for Yan Zihua to ask anything.Then the hands that held him tightly began to move up slowly, as disgusting as worms crawling on the skin of his back, and the terrifying hands finally stopped on his neck.

Yan Zihua felt very bad to be strangled by that ghost's hands, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. He didn't know when his head would be cut off and his blood flowed. All over the place, he died silently.

Yan Zihua smelled a strong smell of blood that entered his nasal cavity uncontrollably, making him want to vomit.He saw it, the rotten face of that ghost, the eye sockets without eyeballs, only half of the lips left, and the facial features with white moths crawling out. He saw its hideous and ugly face gradually approaching him. At this moment, it was using His hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

His head was gradually deprived of oxygen, and what happened before began to flash quickly in Yan Zihua's mind. He saw a drop of red blood flowing from its rotten eye, and it said, "Why? Why?"

This "why" corresponded with the familiar voice in his mind. At this moment, Yan Zihua remembered that the familiar voice once said to him: "I am so good-looking, do you want to be with me?" What about playing?"

The lonely tomb that no one worships, the moss-covered sesame gray marble tombstone, that beautiful black-and-white photo that seems to hide the colors of spring in it, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised with a warm smile, yes, there are also engraved The red words that sting the eyes on the tombstone.

The tomb of the beloved son He Xu.

He knew who it was, it was the beautiful little brother.The one who asked him if he wanted to play with him, a man named He Xu, had already died and turned into an ugly person.

Yan Zihua opened his eyes wide as if he wanted to deeply remember the thing in front of him, and he was about to suffocate and stared at the bloody and tearful ghost in front of him unwillingly.

Yan Zihua looked at it with nostalgia and relief in his eyes, his throat was tightly imprisoned at the moment, and Yan Zihua, who was unable to speak, moved his lips.

Yan Zihua said its name: "He Xu."

Then he fell into a coma, he could no longer see anything, hear any sound, and feel no touch, and just fell into the darkness of nothingness.

He was about to die and become like He Xu.From a person who is desperately living in a cruel society but can feel warmth, smell the fragrance of flowers, and hear voices, he has become a creature in a territory completely unknown to him, and has become an ugly ghost with a grim expression.