Chapter 16 Reasons for Not Looking Back

Wen Xuehui was walking around Songtian Road near Beiyao Road. The road was relatively empty, which made her feel a little relieved. The breathing sound behind her was no longer there.

She kept drawing crosses on her chest with her hands, praying for blessings. Since entering this apartment, she has often entered and exited the church, hoping to escape the threat of ghosts by God.

Although I don’t know if it is useful, Wen Xuehui is unwilling to give up on the idea of ​​“believing will work if it is effective, and if it is not believed, it is not effective if it is not”.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped.

Fear poured down like a basin of ice water, and every pore in the body began to burst out with chills.

Hair...

Something like hair touched her behind!

hair!

Woman's hair!

The hair kept drifting and fiddling with it, and Wen Xuehui's feet kept trembling. She could not imagine that something really appeared behind her.

No...escape, escape!

But her feet were not in charge and wanted to escape, but there seemed to be an invisible force to stop her.

The hair kept hanging down.

"Ah...ah..."

It was as if she had lost her speech, Wen Xuehui at this moment seemed like a doll with a broken thread. She wanted to struggle, but she had no way to struggle.

Go back.

Like the devil's muttering, this voice kept popping up in her heart.

Go back and take a look.

Look at what that is.

Cold sweat kept oozing out from the forehead, holding hands tightly, and the heart beat violently.

Finally she raised her legs and rushed forward!

She stumbled and ran several steps, almost falling down. At this moment, she felt as if her strength was being pulled away and she couldn't run fast no matter how hard she ran.

After finally jogging for a while, Wen Xuehui had just stopped.

Behind me, I felt the touch of the hair again!

Looking back...

Let's look back...

This voice, an evil voice kept ringing in Wen Xuehui's mind, prompting her to turn around at all times. Her neck seemed to be stiff.

Let's look back...

The hair began to hang down and kept coming over.

A breath of death began to approach behind him.

Finally, Wen Xuehui suddenly turned her neck and turned her head...

Go back to the past!

What is it?

What is it?

What the hell is it?

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Keeping breathing heavily, Wen Xuehui felt her heart jump out of her body, widened her eyes, and her pupils seemed to be stretching out her eyes and looking behind her.

However……

Behind me, there was no one. I could see nothing except the occasional cold wind.

No?

Nothing?

How could it be not?

Wen Xuehui had turned her head, but she didn't turn her head easily, and was still keeping her eyes behind her.

Don't miss anything, maybe you're hiding somewhere.

More than twelve meters behind her was an old house to be demolished, which was already in a dilapidated state. Looking next to her were some built up garbage walls.

Since Wen Xuehui had turned around, she... dared not turn her head back.

Maybe if you look back, the ghost will appear behind you again.

However, no matter how long I watched it, there was no sign of any ghost appearing.

Isn't it?

Not here? Is that an illusion? an hallucination? or...

Wen Xuehui finally slowly turned her head back.

But at this moment, she felt touched by her hair again behind her! She immediately turned around, but she still saw nothing.

Wen Xuehui panted and stared at her eyes wide.

Why not?

Why exactly?

She turned around and ran desperately. At this moment, her spirit was approaching the verge of collapse. She thought it was just the second time to write blood, and it would not be too difficult, but...

She obviously underestimated this apartment too much.

At the same time, the stars were finally at their limit.

The fear kept pressing down on his nerves and never looked back. Instead, he always suspected that something was following behind him. He kept pinching the glass eye in his hand, but did not dare to take it in front of him. Who knew that if he really saw that ghost, would he die?

My brother’s inference cannot be guaranteed to be correct!

The feeling of powerlessness continued to spread to his heart, and the darkness around him covered his body and mind more and more intensely. The light has never been so far away from him as it is now.

Only by finding a way to go to the house where Wen Xuehui and the other three could we meet them again? Then...

But when I was thinking about this, the terrible thing happened first.

At this time, the stars were next to a house. There was obviously a door where he had just walked. It was about five steps away from passing the door.

Behind him, the sound of the door being opened came.

The sound of the door handle turning.

The sound of the door being pushed open.

Then...

The sound of the door being closed heavily!

The violent chill invaded Xingchen's back. He immediately accelerated his pace, not daring to turn around and constantly stretched the distance from the "thing" behind him!

No...No!

Stop following me!

However, the thing behind him was obviously following him. No matter how he walked, he followed him closely like a shadow.

The glass prosthetic eyes were constantly pinched in the palm of the hand, but they never dared to take them out and look at them.

I'm indeed an incompetent person.

If it was his brother, if it was him, he wouldn't be so powerless, right? But, it's useless to say anything now.

Maybe I can't go back to the apartment anymore.

Some time ago, I tried to stop Min from committing suicide. But perhaps that just allowed her to experience more horror in the future.

He raised his hand holding the glass eye and slowly spread his palm.

This is the last chance. If you lose, everything will be over.

Finally, Xingchen took the glass erectile eyes in front of him! He looked carefully at the scene behind him reflected on the glass erectile eyes!

Then……

Stars...

I saw something that made him almost scream!

Wen Xuehui could no longer run. Her shoes were worn out and she even stumbled down. But she still ran persistently.

Time passes by minute by minute.

But it is still very far away from midnight.
To be continued...