Chapter 6 Horror coming

Joe bit his lip, definitely not a person, because there is no one in this restaurant.

　　 It was like the sound of rain falling on the ground, but it was louder in the corridor outside.

　Finally, there was a knock on the door of Joe's room.

　　 In other words, there was a knock on the door of the three people's room. Everyone, even James Madison, had a sullen face, their eyes fell on the window, and they could only run away if they were a little careless.

　　 Joe came to the window, ready to dive and save himself.

　　 Neal Filtwalz's second daughter is the same.

　　 Joe gently opened the curtains, and suddenly, he saw a black shadow lying on the glass. The black shadow was white all over, as if it had been soaked for a long time. The white hair rose, and the white pupils stared at him!

"Depend on!"

Joe almost screamed, gritted his teeth, and forcibly suppressed the screams of his throat. He drew the curtains. This place was not just a horrible thing. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. What can I do?

"Why is there such a must-kill situation?" Joe sweats like rain, but his mind keeps turning, recalling the horror movies he has watched. In any case, the actors always have a ray of life, and there will be no two. A ghost, a window blocked, a door blocked.

　　 No, it's not two ghosts. Just listen to the knocking on the door one after another outside, and you don't know how many things are knocking on the door!

　　 There is a litter of dirty things in this hotel!

　　 This perception makes people very desperate.

　　 "Joe, you must be calm, don't be nervous, there must be a way out!"

　　 Joe kept meditating.

　　 Outside the door, the knocking on the door became louder and louder, and even that door was faltering and would be pushed open at any time.

　　 "Damn, that thing doesn't seem to be able to come in directly?"

　　 Joe shook his head, lifted the chair, and reached the door of the house. He lifted his whole body up, competing with the stuff outside, staring at the window stubbornly.

　　......

　　 On the other side, James Madison took out a piece of clothing in the form of a shroud, ready to put it on at any time. This is James Madison's props. If you put on the shroud, you will be recognized by the ghost as the same kind and will not be attacked.

　　 But this kind of evil stuff has a big side effect, that is, resentment erodes the body and soul, so once you hold or use it, you must use points to offset this negative effect.

　　 Once the actor has no points, there is no way to resist this evil erosion, only death will end.

　　 This is the consensus of actors, and points are the life of actors.

　　 This is just a defensive item, so James Madison has no way to protect George Hamilton, and only George Hamilton wishfully thought that James Madison could let himself hold his thigh.

　　 The two were also close to the window, ready to jump at any time. George Hamilton opened the window with his hand, and there was a wet child lying on the window.

　　 George Hamilton screamed, scared to hide behind James Madison.

　　 James Madison put on the shroud immediately, and the whole person exuded a cold breath, which seemed to be less popular.

　　 And just at this moment, the portrait of the goddess on the wall of the room gave off a burst of golden light.

　　 James Madison felt a sting all over his body!

what......

He screamed in pain and used his last strength to peel off the shroud. The tingling sensation was a little better.

　　 At the same time, the ghost on the window disappeared without a trace.