Ning Shu saw the red rope around Fan Junyang's neck, and she also saw it on Xiaolan's neck before.

After thinking about it, I felt it was a coincidence. I didn’t see the pendant, which did not mean that the two people were related.

Fan Junyang wiped his face and couldn't bear to see the body that fell to the ground and was deeply chopped by an axe.

"I want to leave here, I don't want to stay here." Fan Junyang's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

Everyone else looked in a panic. Seeing the members dying one by one, and the way of dying was cruel, they couldn't help but curse.

"Why should I come to this haunted place?"

"I'm scared, I'm going home..."

"damn it……"

"Who is it? It's a human or a ghost."

The fear and anxiety make people feel breathless, and doubting the people around them is like a frightened bird.

"Fan Junyang, you brought us here. I'm going home now." A boy took some of Fan Junyang's collar and slapped Fan Junyang's face with a punch.

Fan Junyang fell to the ground, blood foam flowed from the corner of his mouth. He did not backhand. He sat on the ground and grabbed his hair with some collapse.

The boy wanted to hit Fan Junyang, but was stopped by others: "Wang Jie, forget it, it's useless to beat him to death now."

The boy named Wang Jie sneered, "He might be the murderer, and everyone will be safe if he beat him to death."

The uncle was squatting while checking the enemy to kill the corpse. He pulled out the axe from the door of the corpse, stood up, holding the blood-dripping axe in his hand, "What's the matter?"

"Get out and stay in the main hall. If anyone dares to go out, I will be polite to him."

The uncle squinted his eyes slightly at Wang Jie. Wang Jie immediately lowered his head when he met the uncle's eyes.

"Drag the body to the yard." The uncle said lightly, turning around and going downstairs.

Everyone else followed the uncle.

795 looked at the corpse on the ground, sighed a long time, and moved the corpse downstairs.

"I'll help you." Wang Jie said.

"Okay." 795 and Wang Jie moved the body down.

Ning Shu followed the two of them, and the sticky blood of the corpse dripped on the floor. Several murders had occurred on the floor. The blood on the floor had dried up, forming black and red marks.

There were already several corpses under the snow pile in the yard, including 696 Mei Ziqing, Zhang Jiasen, two girls, and Pan Chen, the girl whose eyes were stabbed, the boy whose bodies were sawed in half, the girl who was killed by an axe, and the girl whose heart was taken out and thrown in the toilet ran away to Lin Xia, who had no news now.

Ten people died in such a short time.

"Do you think someone was pretending to die? Are we still there when we dig the corpse?" Ning Shu said to 795.

These corpses were buried in the snow, and I don’t know if the corpses are there?

795 thought about it, took a shovel and a hoe, and handed it to Ning Shu, "Then let's dig."

"I'll do it, her hand is injured." Wang Jie said with a shovel.

795 glanced at Ning Shu's hand wrapped in gauze, and said nothing, and started digging the body with Wang Jie.

Ning Shu stared at Wang Jie. This person basically had no sense of existence. He was so active, which always gave Ning Shu a very strange feeling.

795 and Wang Jie dug out a corpse. The corpses were frozen and stiff, but their internal organs still began to rot, with a strange smell.

Ning Shu checked whether there were red ropes on the necks of these corpses.

The girl wore necklaces and other jewelry around her neck, but she didn't have a red rope.

One is a girl from the countryside and the other is a university club president. Both of them are carrying red ropes. I guess they have some connection.

Whether it is a coincidence or not, we need to investigate it.

However, Ning Shu still found that there was a missing body, and the handsome and gentle Pan Chen disappeared.

Pan Chen hit the back of his head onto the threshold, causing brain death, but now the body is gone.

"One person is missing." 795 touched his chin, "Even if he is not the murderer, it has something to do with the murderer."

Wang Jie said: "Who took away his body, or he wasn't dead at all, where is he hiding now?"

Ning Shu looked at Wang Jie, how active?

Wang Jie scratched his head and looked at Ning Shu, and asked, "Does your hands still hurt?"

What does it have to do with you?

Ning Shu grinned and didn't say anything. She turned back to the main hall, dusted the snow in front of the door and walked in to the uncle, "Pan Chen's body is gone."

The uncle just squinted his eyes. When the others heard the news, they whispered, "Is Pan Chen the murderer?"

"Isn't Pan Chen dead?"

“…”

"Stay in the main hall and don't go out." The uncle said indifferently.

At this moment, the weather began to get darker, everyone was so hungry that they had no place to do it, so they sat on the ground, and the sounds of hunger were heard one after another.

The main hall was quiet, everyone looked listless, afraid and fearful, hungry and tired, sitting back to back.

Ning Shu had eaten the fasting pill and didn't feel hungry. In addition, he had cultivated a little energy and his body was in good condition, but the injuries on his hands were very itchy.

Wang Jie and 795 buried the body again with snow, and brought a chill into the room.

The old woman and Xiaolan made dinner for everyone, but now there is even less supper. The black-dough steamed buns are smaller than before, just eat them with a bowl of boiling water.

Everyone chewed it slowly, for fear that they would finish it in one go. They ate it once a day, but it was still such a small steamed bun.

795 chewing steamed buns casually, and after eating fasting pills for half a month, I really couldn't eat any dead gnocchi.

"I'll give you food." Wang Jie tore half of the black-faced steamed buns for Ning Shu.

Ning Shu looked puzzled, and she was either a traitor or a thief when she had nothing to do.

"Thank you, no need." Ning Shu refused directly. I am not familiar with you at all.

"Swish..." The uncle squinted his eyes, with a hint of mockery in his expression, and he didn't know whether it was for Ning Shu or Wang Jie.

When Wang Jie saw the uncle looking at him, he did not insist on giving Ning Shu steamed buns, and lowered his head to eat.

The old woman brought the brazier to the main hall again, and there were still fragrant branches. The room was a little warmer and emitted a faint fragrance.

The old woman hunched over and said with a crutch, "When will you leave? There is no food at home."

As the leader of the team, Fan Junyang naturally had to come out to solve the problem and said helplessly: "Old man, can you go to another house to buy some food? We will give it to you for how much."

"How much food can we have in this poor place? It would be great if we can survive this winter, and there is no surplus food at all." The old woman shook her head and said.

The old woman looked very bad, and she looked very bad at looking at people, just as if everyone in the room was eating for nothing.
Chapter completed!