I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 164 The Chair Can Talk

"Hoo, cool!"

The mad dog shouted comfortably, and the others also noticed this grand master's chair, seeing the thick mattress on it, they couldn't help being very jealous of the mad dog.A tall, thin man said cursingly: "Your uncle's mad dog, is he really good at picking the ground, but you can enjoy it, why do you bark so many times in a row, people who don't know think you have been stabbed chrysanthemum."

"Hahaha, that's right, your kid was stabbed in the ass, right? It's so cool." Everyone echoed, making fun of the mad dog.

The mad dog stretched his waist, and intentionally suffocated his hoarse voice to imitate the old man. He said, "cough cough, the old man is getting old. Hey, he just lacks a chair like this. Why do you have such slow legs at such a young age? "

"Cut, virtue!" The tall and thin man curled his lips, ignoring the mad dog.The mad dog smiled triumphantly, and was about to sleep for a while, but just as he closed his eyes, he heard someone imitating him.

"Ahem, the old man is getting old, hehe, there is only such a chair missing. Why are you so slow at such a young age?"

The mad dog was so disturbed by this voice that he raised his head and asked, "Who? Which bastard imitated me?"

At this time, there were still nine people in the room, including Hu Meng and Wangcai.Of the twenty brothers brought by the bald fat man, some were dead, some were missing, and there were only seven of them who could stay in the room.Hu Meng and Wangcai don't need to think about it, they are like [-], they will definitely not make such silly jokes, the bald fat man is the boss anyway, he has to pay attention to his status, and he can also be ruled out.Then, only the remaining six people could be suspicious. Mad Dog looked at the faces of these six people one by one, hoping to find out who was joking.

Unexpectedly, the remaining six people looked at each other in blank dismay. Mad Dog sneered and said, "Okay, really he can act, pretend, pretend hard, keep pretending!"

"Mad dog, you have a weird voice, who are you talking to?" The tall and thin man couldn't understand the arrogance of the mad dog, and stabbed him with sideways eyes.

The mad dog snorted coldly and was about to speak, but at this moment, another voice came out of nowhere: "Who? Which bastard imitated me?"

Now the expressions on everyone's faces became ugly, and the mad dog was even more frightened.This time, he kept staring at everyone, and no one spoke at all. So, who is talking?

"Hoo, cool!"

"Ahem, the old man is getting old, hehe, there is only such a chair missing. Why are you so slow at such a young age?"

"Who? Which bastard imitated me?"

"Okay, is it true that he can act, pretend, pretend hard, and keep pretending!"

The weird voice kept ringing, echoing in the dark main room, and everyone panicked.The ghost village is full of dangers, strange things are everywhere, blood will rain from the sky, statues and scarecrows will kill people, what kind of evil spirit is causing the noise in this dark house?
Mad Dog was covered in cold sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily because of extreme fear.When others were still suspicious, he clearly heard the voice coming from the grand master's chair under his buttocks.Talking chair!Thinking of a monster or a ghost sitting under his buttocks, Mad Dog almost collapsed, and he was about to stand up with his hands.

"Don't move around!" Hu Meng suddenly stopped the mad dog's movements. He turned around from the portrait at some point, and circled the Grand Master's chair cautiously.He stretched out a finger and said calmly to the mad dog: "Close your eyes, forget about your situation, forget about the ghost village, forget about everything, and then stand up slowly. You must do what I say, or you will die. "

Mad Dog trembled and wanted to speak, but before he could speak, a smell of urine came out, and he was so scared that he peed in his pants.Sitting on the grand master's chair, he didn't notice anything wrong at first, but after the grand master's chair kept imitating his speech, he felt that there seemed to be more hands on his buttocks.These hands came from nowhere, they were cold and powerful, and they firmly grasped his buttocks.If he had encountered this talking chair in the first place, he wouldn't have been frightened like this, but after experiencing so much in the ghost village, his nerves were tortured to the point of collapse.

Although the mad dog peed his pants for nothing, no one laughed at him. Everyone gathered together and looked at him silently, their eyes full of worry.This kind of worry may not be due to a good relationship with the mad dog. If the mad dog is also killed, who will be next?The more people survived, the greater the chance of escape, and the fewer people survived, the more likely the entire army was wiped out.

"Meditation Mantra!" Hu Meng shouted, pointing at Mad Dog's forehead.Mad Dog's violently trembling body slowly returned to calm. He took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and tried his best to forget everything, but the weird voice kept circling in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

"Hoo, cool!"

"Ahem, the old man is getting old, hehe, there is only such a chair missing. Why are you so slow at such a young age?"

"Who? Which bastard imitated me?"

"Okay, is it true that he can act, pretend, pretend hard, and keep pretending!"

Tai Shiyi repeated Mad Dog's words over and over again like an answering bug, and Mad Dog couldn't calm down at all.The cold feeling on his butt reminded him at any time that he was sitting on a talking chair.If what he said is repeated more than once, he will become a little irritable. As the repetition speed becomes faster and faster, his heart beats faster, the veins on his forehead throb, and finally he yells fiercely: "Shut up! Don't learn again." Lao Tzu speak!"

"Shut up! Don't imitate me! Shut up! Don't imitate me! Shut up..."

The voice began to repeat the words of the mad dog again, and the mad dog was so angry that he was tortured. At this moment, he was only filled with anger and forgot all the fear.Holding the armrests of the Taishi chair with both hands, he stood up suddenly, turned around and pulled the Taishi chair aside, gritted his teeth and said: "I said you shut up!"

That voice really disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be quiet. Mad Dog saw that other people were talking to him eagerly, but he couldn't hear anything.Then he saw other people stepping back in horror. Who was he hiding from?He went over to talk to the tall thin man, but the tall thin man drew his gun and aimed it at him and shot him twice.The strange thing is that he didn't feel any pain at all. He wanted to ask why the tall and thin man shot himself, but wherever he went, people would hide away, as if he had brought the plague, as if he had become very horrible.

The mad dog circled around the house several times, but no one was willing to approach him, and he didn't understand why.He only felt that he was very tired, and he was very tired when he walked. He kept panting, and the world in front of him flickered, like watching a slide show.Suddenly there was a frame freeze, he saw the grand master's chair, staying there quietly, the thick mattress was stained with blood.In addition to blood, it seems that there is something else on the chair, sticky, what is that?
The mad dog slowly approached the Taishi chair, and when he walked to the side, he finally saw clearly that there were two pieces of meat on the chair.Two bloody pieces of meat, the plasma on them was steaming hot and still bubbling.Curiously, he reached out and grabbed the two pieces of meat, held them up to his eyes and looked at them carefully for a long time, then slowly put them back in place, turned around and sat down on them.

The seam was perfect, two pieces of meat stuck to the mad dog's buttocks, covering his exposed ilium, pubic bone and sitting bone.He suddenly realized that he grinned: "So it's my own flesh, hahahaha..."

Mad Dog laughed for a while, then lowered his head and remained still, seemingly falling asleep.A large amount of blood flowed out from under his buttocks, all of which was absorbed by the mattress on the grand master's chair, which was dyed dark red and shone with a strange light, as if it was luring others to sit on it.

"Young Master Meng..."

"Shhh! From now on, none of you should speak. If the mad dog hears it, he will get up and seek your company." Hu Meng interrupted the bald fat man, and said cautiously.He looked at the mad dog on the master chair, shook his head and said: "I have spiritual body protection, so I can speak without hindrance, but no matter who speaks, you will be haunted by evil spirits. I didn't expect the trap to be here, I was negligent, alas. "

(End of this chapter)