Chapter 840: Fanwai's hand is finally impatient

The little thin man was nervous at first, and when he heard the laughter, he immediately threw the flashlight to the ground.
Without the flashlight to illuminate, the surrounding light dimmed even more.
The thin man tried to judge the direction of the laughter just now, trying to find out where the woman was in the dark.
"Who is laughing? Who are you? Was the person talking in the elevator just now you? Come out! Get out!"
The little skinny shouted boldly, but only silence responded to him.
The woman seemed to disappear immediately after laughing.
The surroundings became deadly silent again.
But he felt that the woman did not leave, but stared at him in the dark, because he clearly felt that someone was watching him. The feeling of being burned by the eyes is not wrong, maybe she is hiding in a corner behind him.
He planned to run away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.
"My grass! Little Manzi, come back quickly, I can't move."
The came out when the little thin man was in a hurry.
As soon as he finished cursing, he heard a puff, which was like a strange bump on the wall.
Xiao Manzi stared at the bulge with wide eyes.
As the strange sound rang, the strange protrusion was creeping.
rub! How can that thing still move?
At this time, because the flashlight had fallen to the ground, the little thin man couldn't see the current condition of the protrusion on the wall. He only felt a black mass, as if he was squirming.
The little thin man stooped to pick up the flashlight, took a photo of the thing, and immediately condensed with fright.
What kind of tree-like thing is that thing? It is clearly a hand, a hand that looks like a mud squeeze, that hand is now clenched like a fist, and the index finger is hooked against him. Yes, does this mean to let him get closer?
The little thin man held his breath and stared at the muddy hand. He didn't dare to get out of the air. Where would he dare to approach?
He felt very ecstasy that the index finger of that hand was hooked. Obviously, that hand was trying hard to seduce him and seduce him close, but the more charming the index finger of that hand, the more fear he felt.
For no reason, such a weird hand-shaped object emerged from the wall. The more charming its movements, the more he felt that there was a problem with it.
There was a question in the little skinny man’s head. Although this hand looked like mud, its shape looked slender and beautiful, wouldn’t it be a woman’s hand? If this hand is a woman's hand, is it the owner of this hand that made the crooked laughter just now?
The little thin man held a stalemate with that hand for two minutes, and that hand finally became impatient.
Why is that hand impatient?
Because the movement of that hand began to become rigid, not as charming and soft as before.
When that hand became impatient, the little skinny man couldn't help but chuckle. Now that this hand disdains playing teasing games with him, what will it do next?
The twist of that hand is getting smaller and smaller, and the movement is getting slower and slower. Obviously, it is thinking and seems to be making a very important decision.
Suddenly, he heard a puff again, and the little thin man hadn't reacted yet, only saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then he felt the pain of his neck as if it was clamped by an iron pliers.
The iron tongs were as cold as if they were just taken out of the ice cave, adding to the cold and hard touch of the iron tongs.
Because the clamped part happened to be the throat, the little thin man couldn't breathe all of a sudden, he just gave a short scream and changed into a cough, khaka, gasp.
The throat was clamped and his breathing was severely blocked. In an instant, his nose and tears were all over his face.
Pain and dizziness came together, the little thin man felt unsteady standing, his body was stretched, and he couldn't help himself. The flashlight cried again and fell to the ground.
The light dimmed again.
He couldn't see what was holding his throat, it was vague, but he saw an arm-thick pillar extending from the wall to his neck.
He stretched out his hand and subconsciously grabbed the thing holding his throat and broke it out, but when he touched the thing, he clearly felt that the end of the thing had five forks of different thicknesses.
rub! Five branches of different thicknesses?
What is this?
Is it the hand on the wall?
Aren’t the five fingers on the hand exactly five forks of different thicknesses?
In shock, the little thin man picked up the flashlight on the ground and took a photo on the wall. He realized that the hand was no longer where it was, and it was indeed a muddy pillar that clamped his throat. Isn't this pillar the arm that was attached to that hand just now? It's just that what I saw just now is only a short section, not as long as it is now. Could it be that the sound of the puff just now was the sound of this arm sticking out of the wall?
It was already clear that the hand that looked like a muddy hand was stuck in his throat at this moment.
One minute before, it put on a pretentious posture, seduce itself very charmingly, but in the next minute, it suddenly exposed the evil nature, and rushed out of the wall to grab his neck.
Pinching its own neck is its ultimate goal. It performed charmingly for a long time, just to numb him, let him relax his vigilance, and catch him smoothly. It seems that I still can't resist its temptation, and I was fooled.
I knew I shouldn't stop and watch it alone. If I had been following Xiao Manzi, there would be no such result, right? However, regret medicine has never been sold in this world.
It's a pity that the little thin man has no chance to regret it anymore.
The hand squeezed his throat and dragged him into the wall. He felt like an old hen being bitten by a weasel and dragged away by the throat, without even a chance to cluck.
He wanted to resist, he wanted to call, but it was useless, because the throat was pinched, he couldn't make any noise, he could only squeeze a poor cough, cough, and click from his throat. That faint sound didn't sound like anything at all. Calling for help is more like groaning.
He could only watch eagerly as he was being dragged to the wall by that hand little by little, unable to turn back.
As soon as his body got close to the wall, he immediately felt utterly cold. He tried to shrink his body into a ball and pushed the wall with his hands. His original intention was to stay away from the wall.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the wall, he sank deeply.
At first it was his hands, followed by his head and upper body, and finally he sank into the wall and disappeared into the wall.
And he also seemed to have fallen into a bottomless ice cave, and the cold completely surrounded him.