"Bang! Bang..."
Sickening blows rang out from inside the room, accompanied by hysterical screams that made their scalps crawl.
Outside the house.
The four of them struggled along with their backs against an earthen slope, their faces drenched in nervous sweat. Their expressions darkened further. They recognized those screams as the homeowner's. That man had really started attacking!
They could almost picture it.
The homeowner's bones were being smashed one by one with that black iron sledgehammer, his flesh mangled and his face twisted in agony.
"Why is the homeowner still screaming?" Chen Xue asked shakily.
Yang Chan played along perfectly, immediately swallowing hard with panic all over her face. "Maybe he's deliberately keeping the homeowner alive, starting with nonfatal places like his fingers and crushing every bone one by one, torturing him slowly so he dies in despair and pain!"
At those words.
They all shuddered, their breathing growing heavier.
Finally, Zhao Erhu seemed unable to bear the pressure any longer and gradually lost his reason.
"Aaaah! I don't care anymore! There's only one ghost! Whoever runs fast enough gets to live! You can stay here and wait to die!"
With that shout, he stopped worrying about his back and ran straight into the distance.
After all, moving along the earthen slope was too slow. They still hadn't even reached the corner.
At this sight.
Yang Chan immediately snapped, "Do you have a death wish?!"
Chen Xue, however, said nothing and ran after him.
"You... idiots!"
"Don't copy them! You'll die horribly!" After snapping at them, Yang Chan hurriedly urged Liu Quan, the only one left, not to act rashly.
His expression shifted back and forth, his chest heaving and his entire body covered in cold sweat. He was clearly caught in a terrible dilemma.
Finally, he roared, "**They're