Chapter 1370 The Backer Is Really Strong [87]

Shen Wanqing and Cheng Yuan walked in front, Shen Wanqing glanced around casually from the corner of her eye, and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She saw a red figure passing by where the floor on the left collapsed. It flew past so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There are almost forty people in the team, and it is impossible to squeeze on the same floor at the same time. So those in front have already walked on the second floor, and ordinary people stop on the first floor.

Everyone huddled together, not daring to slack off in the slightest, for fear that suddenly an unknown ghost would pop up beside them.

The cold wind blew past, and someone shivered, "This cold wind is whizzing, it's weird."

He felt a cold body clinging to his back, coupled with the chilly wind, his body became even colder.

The man couldn't help shaking his body, "Hey, don't get so close to the big brother in the back. You're so cold, I'm cold."

The corridor was pitch-black, and everyone huddled together and slowly went upstairs. The person walking in front of the man heard the man's voice, and he said with a smile: "You are so fucking stupid, you are behind me, you are the last one, and there are still behind you—"

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence.

The person who thought it was cold before froze instantly. That's right, he was the last one. It stands to reason that there should be no one behind him.

But……

He could clearly feel a cool thing clinging to his back behind him, this feeling couldn't be wrong.

Could it be... Could it be...

The people walking on the first floor froze, and the line that stopped suddenly and the people on the second floor began to form a fault slowly.

The man swallowed in fear, the mahogany sword in his hand was trembling.

Holding a talisman tightly in his hand, he took a deep breath and turned around abruptly. Just as he was about to chant the talisman, he found that there was nothing behind him.

The man was stunned, why, why is there nothing?

The others also turned around in horror and waited in line, only to find that there was no one behind the man. Someone wiped off his cold sweat and let out a sigh, "Yes, you must have felt wrong..."

Hearing this, the man wiped his sweat, "Maybe..."

His back was already drenched with sweat, his whole body felt eerie and chilly, and his heart was trembling.

The person walking on the second floor found the fault below and shouted down: "What's going on downstairs, why did it stop? Hurry up, don't get scattered!"

"Hey, hey, here we come!"

Everyone turned around and continued to move forward to the second floor.

The person before looked behind him again, and found that there was indeed no one behind him. He turned around and patted his chest, muttering, "Could it be that I really felt wrong?"

"What feels wrong?" A hoarse and cool voice slowly sounded from his ear.

The man froze suddenly.

I could only hear the person behind me laughing lowly, and the words were soft and startling, "Are you looking for me?"

His fingers froze, and he turned his head in disbelief.

At that moment, the man's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a black and ferocious face, his body exuded a rancid smell, blue-faced fangs, black and sharp nails.

The male ghost suddenly smiled sinisterly at him, and the hand was about to touch him.

The man stepped back violently, screaming frantically: "Ghost—ghost—there is a ghost—"

The man's scream pierced the silence on the floor, and the crow hovering on the roof flew away with fluttering wings reflecting the moonlight.