I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 227: Ghostly, Yin-Yang Face Ghost Demanding Life
After eating and drinking, Ruth returned to her room.

She took off her little white flower costume in disgust and threw it on the ground.

Put on a plain white shirt and tie your hair up.

On the table in the room, there was cold milk and cereal prepared by her younger brother Jeremy.

It was her habit to eat and drink something before going to bed every night.

This is true even if you have just had dinner.

She sat down at the table and did not mix the cereal and milk like most people would.

Instead, he took a sip of milk, then a bite of cereal, repeating this cycle like a robot.

He casually picked up a notebook and opened a hidden folder inside, which was full of various black youths.

In the photos, they were naked, covered with various scars, and looked at the camera with horror.

As bloody and miserable bodies flashed before her eyes, a hint of satisfaction appeared on Ruth's expressionless face.

The faint light from the computer screen could not illuminate her sunken eye sockets. The cold light source, coupled with her pale outfit, made the woman look like a skinny skeleton.

Drooling over the normal humans on the screen.

Just as she was about to close her collection and look for her next prey, she suddenly felt a gust of cold air passing by her.

Ruth subconsciously looked up at the window.

The three windows of the room were all tightly closed, and the door was also shut.

There shouldn't be any wind indoors.

Ruth didn't take this unusual situation seriously and continued to use the computer to search for prey.

However, the next second, a vague black figure appeared not far away.

"Who's over there!"

Ruth was extremely alert and looked up immediately.

However, as far as the eye can see, there are only empty curtains, nothing else.

For some reason, in Ruth's eyes, the curtain seemed to have a familiar outline.

Ruth gradually felt something was wrong, so she stood up and walked towards the light switch closest to her.

After a soft "click" sound, light instantly filled every corner of the room.

Looking towards the window again, everything was normal.

【You can't say anything casually. If you describe it in too much detail, it will bring bad things.

Thinking generates thoughts, which are released through language. Language has a wonderful power and can affect reality.

Somehow, the words the young man said during the day suddenly emerged in Ruth's mind.

The statement was considered to be a mystery at the time, but now when you think about it, it is creepy and weird.

Ruth felt her heart beating faster and her nerves began to tense up.

But she was able to control her emotions skillfully and had a mind different from that of ordinary people, so she quickly regained her composure.

But she didn't expect that these words seemed like a magic sound, constantly echoing in her mind.

Ruth, feeling irritable, took out headphones from the table, plugged them into her laptop, then turned on the music and turned it up to the highest volume.

The heavy metal music kept bombarding her eardrums, even making her scalp numb.

At this moment, Ruth didn't care at all that doing this would damage her hearing.

She just wanted to get rid of the nightmare-like voice and calm her heart down again.

However, this action was in vain.

The voice of youth remains the same.

Even if you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of teasing and mockery in it.

"Maybe he's tired."

Thinking of this, Ruth changed her plans for today and prepared to go back to bed and sleep early.

She put down her headphones and closed her computer.

But behind the extinguished monitor, he saw a familiar figure. A tall and strong black youth, his face revealed in the darkness.

Chris…

Ruth's eyes widened in disbelief.

His brain had clearly been taken out by his father and thrown into the trash can. He was deader than dead.

Why does it appear in front of me again!

Is it an illusion?

Ruth subconsciously wanted to get up and turn on the light.

But as soon as she turned around, the black guy who was more than ten meters away from her appeared in front of her!
Only at such a close distance could Ruth see the other person's face clearly, and she was extremely shocked!

Most of Chris's face was the same as in his memory, but half of his face had turned into that of another old white man!

Two completely different skin colors and appearances appear on the same face.

The abnormal feeling of seeing something that shouldn't exist even made Ruth forget to scream.

A slap hit her face hard. Before she knew it, her body fell sideways, knocked over the table, and fell to the ground.

Then, a pair of cold hands grabbed her neck.

Ruth suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and all her strength was quickly drained from her body. She couldn't even raise her hands.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The half of the face that belonged to Chris was roaring ferociously and angrily, while the half that belonged to the old man was showing a happy smile.

As the other party's palm gradually tightened, Ruth's face gradually turned red, and then blue and purple...

Just as he was about to die, a voice suddenly came from the door.

"Did you spill the milk again? I prepared it cold just as you asked. Why did you..."

Jeremy was only halfway through his sentence when he saw his sister lying unconscious on the ground.

He hurried forward to check the situation, and then shouted loudly for his father and mother.

The manor villa, which was dark before, suddenly became brightly lit!

The first to arrive at the scene were the grandparents, whose bodies had already been replaced, and the couple, still in their pajamas, were the last to arrive.

Dean Armitage walked quickly forward, saw his unconscious daughter, and noticed the dark blue handprint on her neck. He subconsciously looked at his son beside him with his eyes wide open.

Realizing that he was misunderstood, Jeremy hurriedly began to explain.

"It wasn't me who did it. My sister was like this when I got here!"

Seeing that his son did not look like he was faking it, Dean Armitage began to examine it more carefully.

They found that the size of the handprint was unusually large and there was no one in their family that matched it.

Who did it? I'm afraid we can only know who did it when my daughter wakes up.

Having been engaged in organ and body trading for a long time, the equipment and medicines in the manor villa are even more complete and perfect than those in ordinary private hospitals.

Ruth was soon awakened.

As soon as the latter woke up, his face was filled with fear, and he jumped up from the bed like a spring!
"It's Chris! Chris' ghost is seeking revenge on me!"

"No, there's also the old man who had the surgery! The artist!"

"They are one person! They have become one person!!"

Ruth's out-of-control state, completely different from usual, and her shrill howling surprised everyone.

"Ruth, calm down first... There are no ghosts in this world... There is no revenge..."

"If you want revenge, we should have met long ago..."

Everyone tried to comfort her, but the fear in Ruth's eyes did not diminish at all, but instead became worse!
She saw the densely packed figures standing in the villa.

They stood behind the crowd, hanging upside down on the wall.

Without exception, each face was a mixture of black and white parts.

Suddenly, an upside-down ghost figure appeared in front of her, sticking out a blinking tongue...

(End of this chapter)