Mu Le collected the skill card. He had heard of the one in Ruan Qiao’s hand before. It was somewhat similar to a card collection and illustrated book. It only has a commemorative effect, and has absolutely no use for attribute bonuses or props and skills.

Many of these cards are from ghost illustrations, and he had heard that collectors in the past would buy them at horror supermarkets.

What Mu Le doesn’t know is that Ruan Qiao has this kind of collecting habit.

He felt that he had taken a big advantage by getting the skill card, and he would be more diligent later.

The two went out, talked about the matter, and rescued the real Cuihua back to the bedroom.

Ruan Qiao and Su Xi helped to temporarily repair the door. Although there were still some places that were not firm, it was more than enough to wait for a few days for Da Niu to replace it himself.

Da Niu thanked the three of them very excitedly. Due to Mu Le and Ruan Qiao’s help, his attitude towards Su Xi also softened a lot.

It was getting late, Mu Le was walking in front, and Da Niu sent him and Su Xi out. Ruan Qiao covered Cuihua with the quilt, and when she was about to get up, she heard a weird gurgling.

There was only a dim candle lit in the bedroom. The peripheral light fell on the door panel and she saw a pale hand stretched out from there.

Pa.

The skin on that hand was blue and the nails were long black.

A woman’s face appeared behind a crack in the door.

From this angle, she could only stick to the ground in a weird and twisted posture.

[Bullet screen Crossbow] Holy f***, why is there another? ?

 [Bullet screen Round Ball] Sustained high energy

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[Bullet screen Shili Changting] ah ah ah ah I don’t dare to watch it at night

[Bullet screen Hazel ah] Nightmare reservation qwq

The door, which was already weak, suddenly fell down again.

The woman on the ground got up. She crawled on the door panel and inched into the bedroom, staring at the girl in the room.

One of her hands hangs twisted at her side, and the other hand is holding a white cloth bag the size of a human head.

The originally white bag was almost completely soaked through with dark red liquid, and blood was still dripping down.

Drip, drip, drip.

She stared at Ruan Qiao, the corners of her mouth splitting into a charming smile. Her eyes held immense sadness and grief, with evilness.

Ruan Qiao also looked at her, her eyes even darker.

It can even be said that there is a hint of sadness in the desolation, and a hint of resentment in the helplessness.

“Hehehehe.”

The woman laughed, her voice harsh and shrill.

Ruan Qiao finally spoke, with a plaintive tone: “My……”

 “door was just repaired.”

Woman:”? ?”

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