A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 53 Shushu, it’s time to take medicine
"There is indeed no baby face in the photo."

Zhong Xie looked at the empty spot on the photo and searched the house again, but still to no avail.

Just when everyone was looking for the rat man in the room, the baby-faced man disappeared so beautifully.

There were no signs, and no one noticed his disappearance.

If the team doctor had not noticed that the place where the baby-faced boy had stood in the photo had turned into a black mist when comparing the photos, it would probably have taken even longer to discover that the baby-faced boy had disappeared.

Is it because some taboo was accidentally violated?

Or are those rat people upstairs causing trouble?

At this time, new situations emerged on the street.

The group of weirdos at the back of the Hexagonal Nest arrived late. It seemed that they were delayed by something and only came here now.

There was a large crowd of people, all releasing their own ghosts. There were nearly ten bloody ghosts with different appearances, following their master to show off their power, and these ghost masters also had their own weapons in their hands.

Those with parasitic ghost stories naturally bring along ghost stories, such as books, bull sockets, photo frames without photos, etc., while those without parasitic ghost stories can only carry weapons such as steel pipes and long swords.

The two leading ghosts were one tall and strong, the other short and thin. The tall one was carrying a giant mace and had a ferocious look on his face, while the short one was hunched over, holding two chains tightly in his hands, with a sinister and cunning look in his eyes, as if he was always planning something.

The classic "wolf and embarrassed" combination, they are probably the bullies that run rampant in the Hexagonal Nest.

What made the people in the Rat House look gloomy was the chain in the dwarf's hand, because at the end of the chain were two naked women with bruises all over their bodies.

Their eyes were wrapped in blood-soaked black cloth, one person's mouth was blocked by a hard spherical object, and the other's mouth was propped open by some kind of transparent stent. Her tongue was brutally stretched out and drooped out. It had turned purple and it was obvious that it had been torn off long ago.

The only two women in the team were driven like livestock, crawling on all fours in front, leaving several bloody streaks on the road.

"team leader."

The deputy captain's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at the captain and expressed his opinion with just two simple words, waiting for the captain to give orders.

Others in the team expressed their agreement, and some had already set their sights on the guns they carried.

When dealing with ghost messengers, using thermal weapons can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The captain was also so angry that he gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks were deformed, but he looked at the large team of ghost storytellers and finally shook his head.

The number of these people, including the strange creatures, is nearly thirty, and their leader is very cautious. He has mixed the harder-looking bloody strange creatures around the strange creatures to deal with possible attacks at any time.

These guns and ammunition were given to them by Zhong Xie when he was in the Hexagonal Nest. He didn't bring much ammunition at that time. There were too many people among these monsters, plus there were bloody and possible giant monsters. These two types of monsters had a certain counter-ability to firearms, so it was difficult for them to complete their annihilation in the first time.

It is true that using only rifle bursts can kill them efficiently, but these ghost masters are not lambs to be slaughtered. Without fire suppression, they can quickly break through the distance of thirty or forty meters.

The captain knew that they could not fight against a large number of ghost stories in this place. The final outcome would be heavy losses. Even if they won, they would be unable to deal with the ghost stories in Rat Town.

If there were no three guides in the special forces team, he should have chosen to take action. They had already completed the emergency mission assigned by the headquarters. If they did not take action, they would be unworthy of being the People's Army. Unfortunately, he had to be responsible for the three new ghost story tellers in the team.

With the three of them having an average level of 20, it is very likely that there will be casualties when facing the ghost story in the depths of Wangcheng.

He could see that the talents of these three people were all top-notch, and they would definitely become the backbone of the human camp in the future.

Even if he loses his life here, he will protect the three of them.

However, Zhong Xie did not have any extra feelings. The scenes he saw on Saturday and Sunday in the Hexagonal Nest were much more exciting than now.

He naturally stood on the captain's side. To him, these ghost story users were the best consumables for testing ghost story conditions.

Discover the rules, study the rules, and use the rules.

Regardless of whether the local ghost story is rule-based or not, the approach is the same.

Without the home advantage, someone will inevitably fall into their trap, and then they can begin to explore the rules of the strange story.

Now that we have this group of people helping us explore the way, why do we have to fight with them?

What's more, Zhong Xie also noticed that these strange stories made full use of the advantages of thrift and took away all the things with "angles" that they had just thrown away.

The communicator was held in the arms of a bloody bat monster next to the man with the mace.

As the sky quickly darkened, the two leading ghost storytellers decided to hide in the Rat House temporarily. Having a house in a place like this would definitely make one feel safer than having no house at all.

A group of people rushed into two adjacent rat houses. Shrill, high-pitched screams were heard from inside, and then several ratmen were thrown out by them.

The rats looked around nervously, as if there was an unimaginable horror outside in the gloomy sky. They knocked on the door desperately, begging the ghost story tellers inside to let them in, even if they had to hide in the cracks of the room.

But there was no other response. There were about fifteen or sixteen people crammed into each house. The two-story building was already overcrowded. Where was there room for these rat people?

However, the rat man continued to make screaming noises, knocking on doors, windows and glass, interfering with the ghost stories in the house in 3D surround.

Finally, the tall ghost story master came out with a mace and stood in front of the rat man.

There was a huge difference in size between the two. The skinny rat man was even completely enveloped by the ghost story master's shadow. He trembled in it and raised his head timidly to look at the ghost story master.

And the next second the mace suddenly smashed down, beating it into pieces, making a sticky sound.

The other rat people were too scared to move when they saw the ghost master killing people. They raised their heads to welcome the blows from the maces and turned into a pool of flesh, blood and bones.

After dealing with these rat people, the street finally became quiet. The ghost story teller snorted coldly, lowered his head slightly and went into the rat house.

At this moment, the scene that Zhong Xie had been expecting finally happened.

The rat houses on both sides of the street opened their doors almost at the same time. Ratmen of different heights and weights emerged from the rows of rat houses at the same time. They stood at the door, their eyes flashing green light, and knocked on the door in unison. Dozens and hundreds of knocks sounded like one sound. "Kill me!"

"kill me!"

"kill me!"

The rat people's voices gathered into a wave. Their faces were full of excitement. They kept shouting at the two rat houses opposite with closed doors, as if they were welcoming their savior.

Sure enough, the rat people in every household were secretly watching the group of people on the street, and after they committed the killing, new changes took place in the town.

However, at this time, the ghost messengers in the two rat houses were shamefully cowardly. They closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains and door drapes, and acted as if they would never go out, and were determined to be like turtles.

"I'll go upstairs to ask the owner of this house about the situation. You two stay here to watch the situation outside, and the rest of you go and see if there are any other dirty things on the first floor. Report if you find anything." The captain summoned his ghost story Scissor Head and prepared to go upstairs to investigate.

But Zhong Xie stopped him: "No, you all stay here, I'll go upstairs. Negotiations are the job of a tour guide. Don't go upstairs casually, it will interfere with my performance."

He took out four more packets of rat poison from the snakeskin bag. Together with the previous two packets, they were just enough for one packet for each rat-man upstairs. Then he climbed out of the hut through the backyard window and climbed up to the second floor quickly like a gecko.

His movements were so fast that no one present could stop him.

Before leaving, he added: "Look for anything with angles in the house. If there are any, throw them all to the neighbor's house. It's bad luck."

The special forces team members looked at each other, but finally chose to trust the guide and started dealing with other things.

The photographers were taking pictures in every corner of the first floor, trying to capture the baby face. The team doctor was checking the emergency medicines in the medical box, and the others were working in groups of two to search for objects at angles to prevent anyone else from disappearing inexplicably in the house.

The captain always stands on the first floor with the widest view to ensure that everyone is within his sight.

He didn't want anyone else to go missing, but he couldn't all rush to look for Baby Face. That would only make the situation more confusing. Now he could only see if he could find any new clues.

Until the photographer handed him a photo.

The photo was taken under the bed, and the baby-faced girl was looking towards the camera in horror, as if something horrible was happening in the direction of the camera.

However, in reality, there is no one under the bed.

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"Is it worth it for that thing?"

"I've never seen such a standard and excellent one. You must maintain your mouse appearance, otherwise He will find you and you will definitely die. The children can't live without you, and I can't live without you either."

In the dim room, a rat man in front of the bed was holding the hand of the female rat man on the bed and speaking affectionately, while five little rat men in the corner stood in a row, facing the wall and thinking about their mistakes, laughing foolishly all the time.

"Mom, hey, mom."

"Mom, hey, mom."

(Words x5)

The big rat man looked angrily at the small rat people in the corner and ordered them to stand still and not make any strange noises.

However, when he turned around, he suddenly felt that something seemed wrong in the corner of the wall, so he walked over to check it out carefully.

There is a small hole in the wall, and in the hole is an eye. The eye is making an embarrassed "hehe" sound.

"what?!"

The rat man was extremely shocked. He quickly opened the window and leaned out to see what was outside the hole in the wall. Then he saw Zhong Xie, who was leaning on the wall with his butt sticking up and peeping.

"What are you doing? The second floor is not a place you can come up to, go back!" the rat man scolded, and then saw Zhong Xie crawling back to the first floor like a gecko.

Seeing this scene, the rat man felt a little uncomfortable. He always felt that this outsider was more evil than some guys in the town.

However, seeing that the peeping Zhong Xie had run away, he recalled what he had just said and realized that he had not explicitly mentioned the key item, so he did not pay much attention to it and returned to the bed and grabbed his wife's hand.

"Your illness is getting worse. The plague in the town won't be stopped anytime soon. I'll make some medicine for you later," he continued.

The female rat man on the bed nodded, as if she had thought of something, and finally let out a long sigh.

Her ears moved: "What's going on in the street? Why is it so noisy?"

The rat man shook his head: "I don't know, maybe the rat died. It will be quiet after a while."

At this time, the children's silly laughter rang out again.

"Mom, hey, mom."

(Words x6)

"I told you not to..." The rat man looked again at the corner where the children were standing as punishment, and was horrified to see that in addition to the short children, there was also a tall guy standing in the corner.

Neatly arranged, they blend skillfully into the children's team.

He was also facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes. He realized that he had been discovered by the rat man, so he quietly turned his head and showed one eye, and laughed embarrassedly again:

"hey-hey."

"You guys are sick, aren't you?"

"I brought rat poison. It's time to take it."

　Uh, it's been reviewed again, I guess it will be released later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)