Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

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But the stench came quickly and dissipated even faster, Xiong Junxi didn't care, went down the last step, and was thinking about going back to the room. But when he quickly raised his head, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

Thinking that he walked for a long time, unexpectedly, he was still on the second floor!

He returned to the long corridor in front of the stairs, he only felt a coldness coming down his back, which scared him dumbfounded.

Xiong Junxi didn't dare to look back at all, he just felt a coldness sweeping over him, which made him tremble violently, then without saying a word, he hurriedly continued to go downstairs.

Xiong Junxi's footsteps were flustered, as if something had been chasing him behind him.

But Xiong Junxi rushed downstairs again, stepped out of the last step in one breath, but returned to the second floor with one kick.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Xiong Junxi seemed to have collapsed, and kept shaking his head: "No, it's impossible. It's my illusion, it must be my illusion!"

While Xiong Junxi was speaking, he suddenly felt a cold hand reaching out and gently sweeping over his neck.

That cold touch, like the palm of a dead person, just swept it lightly, and immediately made Xiong Junxi's sanity collapse.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Xiong Junxi didn't dare to turn his head, and continued to rush towards the stairs not far away, but he never thought of slipping, and rolled directly onto the platform between the steps.

Xiong Junxi's head hit the wall heavily, and the pain made him stare at his eyes, and he moaned for a long time, but he couldn't even stand up.

Before Xiong Junxi had time to stand up, a red figure suddenly rushed up and pressed on his back.

The almost terrifying weight changed the expression on Xiong Junxi's face. He screamed and wanted to break free, but the red-clothed female ghost on his back became heavier and heavier, like an iceberg pressing on his back, so heavy that he He couldn't move.

"Hehehe, men who are not masters can't live here, go to death, go to death..." The voice of the female ghost sounded full of resentment, she stretched out her cold hand, and grabbed Xiong Junxi's neck forcefully.

Because the female ghost attacked from behind, it didn't immediately make Xiong Junxi lose the power to resist.

Xiong Junxi also felt a clear sense of suffocation, his hands began to struggle feebly, his fingers stretched out, trying to break the female ghost's hand.

But the strength of the female ghost was terrifying, Xiong Junxi couldn't shake off the female ghost no matter how hard he tried, instead the pinching became more and more uncomfortable and he couldn't breathe gradually.

Xiong Junxi struggled with his eyes closed, completely unaware that all of this was actually his illusion.

There was no female ghost pressing on him at all, it was his own palm that was strangling his own neck, trying to strangle himself to death.

At this time, behind the stairs on the second floor, a figure stood there, watching the scene quietly.

However, at this moment, Xiong Junxi, who was struggling, kicked his legs and broke the flower pot in the corner.

There was a crisp click, which suddenly spread a long distance in the dark night.

This voice immediately alarmed the other people on the first floor.

"What's going on?" Zhou Tong opened the door first and asked in confusion.

"The sound seems to be coming from the stairs."

"Go and have a look!" Chi Jiao clearly felt the fluctuation of the magnetic field, and immediately took the detector and rushed straight to the second floor.