'Squeak'

Zhang Baiyuan opened the coffin again, was silent for a while, took out a pack of tissues from the pen, wiped the inside of the coffin carefully, and then lay down in, and after lying down, he held the coffin lid with both hands, lifted it upward, and restored the coffin to a covered state.

A few seconds later, the face reappeared.

Face: "O dying man.... Damn, it's you again!"

That face suddenly changed drastically, and his eyes and mouth opened strangely, becoming extremely hideous, and ordinary people would definitely be startled.

However, it is only a slightly protruding human face floating on the coffin board, and it is impossible to attack the people in the coffin, at most scare and scare.

"You're going to be stuck here forever this time, dying of fear and starvation, even if your fingertips grind to the point of flesh, even if your toes and knees are shattered, you can't break ......"

【Seven Sharp Arts】

Zhang Baiyuan stretched out a finger and poked at the coffin board next to him.

'Poof'

A hole, translucent and translucent.

Face: .......

Dozens of seconds later, Zhang Baiyuan saw No. 4 admiring the painting next to him.

Zhang Baiyuan is a violent chestnut when he goes up, this kid still dares to look at paintings, it's really dishonest.

"Eh, boss, you're coming out too. No. 4 looked at Zhang Baiyuan in surprise, "How about it, my method is okay." ”

Zhang Baiyuan: .......

He was really a little short of words for a while, but this guy really came out, didn't he?

Ignoring No. 4's words, Zhang Baiyuan rushed directly in the direction of No. 3.

........

The dining room is large, with a long table in the middle, so long that the people sitting at the opposite ends can only shout and talk.

The white tablecloth was littered with a few empty plates and forks, as well as three or four fallen candlesticks.

There was a chandelier directly above the table, but it was no longer lit, and the dining room was lit by the sconces on the walls.

The wooden chairs were scattered in a mess, several of them lying horizontally on the ground, already cobwebbed.

After the death of No. 2, No. 3 was a little more cautious, and he didn't take a few steps to take a look around, with his Sanxuan True Eye Technique, no ghost could be invisible, but he didn't see anything along the way except for ordinary traps that were still in line with the rules of physics.

"Did you find anything?" Zhang Baiyuan also came to the restaurant and saw Zhang Baiyuan No. 3 who was cautious.

Zhang Baiyuan No. 3: Is that you?

Zhang Baiyuan was stunned, this was too cautious, and hurriedly spoke: "It's me." ”

No. 3 relieved himself and shook his head, signaling that Zhang Baiyuan had not found anything.

At this moment, Zhang Baiyuan seemed to think of something, "In other words, we are all concentrated in an 'urn' with no other exit?"

'Bang'

Before he could finish speaking, the only door to the restaurant closed on its own.

"Grass Grass Grass Grass XN" No. 4 immediately turned on the repeater mode, repeating the name of a plant constantly.

Zhang Baiyuan No. 3 reacted very quickly, tore off a tablecloth, formed a ball, and stuffed it directly into No. 4's mouth.

Number four: ?????

Zhang Baiyuan gave No. 3 a thumbs up.

Number four: ?????

You're targeting me!

Table tennis table tennis ...... Whoa......

The sound of light bulbs popping and glass shards splashing to the ground was incessant, and the wall lamps around the restaurant burst on, plunging the room into darkness.

"The atmosphere is nice, but unfortunately we were able to see things in the dark. Zhang Baiyuan's eyes were dyed with a trace of red, and his vision instantly became clear.

As soon as Zhang Baiyuan No. 3 heard the sound of shattering, he turned his back towards Zhang Baiyuan and slowly retreated to his side.

Although the No. 4 reaction was a little slow, it also leaned in the direction of Zhang Baiyuan.

Several of them lowered their breathing voices, nervously watching to see if there was any threat approaching in the quiet darkness.

Suddenly, there were a few soft jingling bells from above, and everyone looked up at the sound, only to see that the large glass chandelier directly above the dining table was pulled and tilted by some force.

[Damage: 82%]

In the blink of an eye, the steel cable above the chandelier suddenly cracked, and an object the size of half a washing machine flew straight towards everyone.

Number Four went straight under the table.

"Cut. Zhang Baiyuan sneered, grabbed a stool casually, and threw it towards the chandelier.

【Silver Force】

[Strength: 36]

More than half a ton of power poured out, and the wooden bench was like a wooden cannonball blasting directly towards the chandelier.

'Bang'

The wooden bench and the chandelier both shattered the moment they collided, and the wreckage of the wooden bench and large pieces of glass shattered to the ground.

Throwing a few pieces of broken glass away, Zhang Baiyuan glanced around, and finally found a figure in the corner.

Ghosts, to be exact.

Zhang Baiyuan recognized him at a glance, it was the man who attacked No. 2 before.

"Who are you?" Zhang Baiyuan shouted.

"The one who took your name ....." the ghost smiled sadly, and suddenly burst out, and for a moment, the whole room was in the dark wind.

The ghost's movements were very fast, and he arrived in front of Zhang Baiyuan almost in the blink of an eye, and his long claws pierced Zhang Baiyuan's eyes, Zhang Baiyuan had no doubt that if he was stabbed by this pair of claws, his eyes would definitely be like stepping on grapes.

【Enlightenment, Shadow, Shackles】

An arm-thick shadow chain instantly erupted, wrapping around the ghost's body, and immediately after, four transparent walls of air appeared beside the ghost.

【Quadripartite Sealing Technique】

No. 3 retracted his gesture, and from the moment the ghost appeared, he was preparing for the sealing technique, cooperating with Zhang Baiyuan's chain technique to delay time and capture the ghost alive.

Number Four ripped off the tablecloth in his mouth and shouted, "666"

Zhang Baiyuan: .....

Number Three: ......

You're going to be shouting '666'!"

Zhang Baiyuan was not afraid, and approached the ghost with calm steps, and his tone sounded confident: "So, Mr. Ghost, do you want to tell us something?"

"You will pay for disturbing our sleep!" the ghost roared hoarsely at Zhang Baiyuan.

"Then it seems that you are Mr. Usher, or should I call you Mr. Roderick?" Zhang Baiyuan's tone was aggressive, "and where is your dear wife, then?"

"Ahh

'Smack'

【Fortress of Life】

Zhang Baiyuan's pure white slap suddenly snorted on Roderick's face, Roderick let out a miserable scream, and a puff of white smoke came out of the place where Zhang Baiyuan had been fanned, and Roderick's body became a little more illusory.

Everything he controlled also fell from the sky at once.

"It seems that the life force of the Life Fortress can indeed cause a lot of damage to creatures such as ghosts. Zhang Baiyuan looked at the screaming Roderick and muttered to himself.

"Come on, tell me your story. Zhang Baiyuan put his hand on Roderick's chin.

Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was rushed open by a yin wind, which was fierce, and even directly blew a few Zhang Baiyuan who had not prepared them to the ground.

"Cao Cao Cao XN" repeater No. 4 began his work again, this time with a famous historical figure.

Zhang Baiyuan stood up slowly, frowning and looking at a sharp knife on the ground, the position just now was No. 3....

Looking back, Roderick was gone.

No. 3 was also planted.

Zhang Baiyuan quietly looked at the steel knife on the ground that was deep into the floor, if I remember correctly, it was on a steel armor before.

It seems that the head of the House of Usher was rescued.

Looking at this steel knife, it seems that it is also a powerful ghost.

But why not shoot at me directly, and choose the number three instead?

Are you not sure that you will kill me directly, or is there something else going on?

"Damn, this is really tight. No. 4 tried to pull out the steel knife with his hand, but he didn't pull it out after wasting all his strength, but instead lost his strength and fell a fart.

The squatting squatted and hit his head on the cabinet next to him, making a clang.

"Don't be careful, don't kill yourself. Zhang Baiyuan glared at No. 4.

"What is this?" said Four, rubbing his head and holding up a notebook.

"Huh?" Zhang Baiyuan leaned over curiously and opened his notes.

This note, unlike the previous letters, is a diary, signed by the name, and is not that of Mr. or Mrs. Usher.

"This diary belongs to that friend. Zhang Baiyuan looked at it for a while and said in surprise.

From this diary, Zhang Baiyuan learned that the owner of this diary, his old friend, Roderick Usher, his family has suffered from a mysterious genetic disease for generations, and the big house he lives in seems to be bound by some strange curse.

This building is equated with this family, and when people mention "House of Usher", they are referring to both the mansion and the family.

One day, Roderick writes a letter to the protagonist, in which he claims that his life is short, that he is already emaciated and dazed by illness, and that an unknown terrifying force in Usher's house will destroy his sanity and take his life.

The protagonist comes to visit and accompany an old friend, hoping that he will get better. But on the night of the protagonist's arrival, Roderick's sister, Miss Madeleine, dies of illness.

She was Roderick's only living relative, his only companion for many years. Miss Madeleine has been seriously ill for many years and has died, but she has always struggled with the disease and has never been bedridden.

Roderick's unusually melancholy, near-breakdown state of mind was largely due to her.

Roderick asked that her sister's body be laid to rest in a cellar for fourteen days before being buried.

The friend helped her to place Miss Madeleine in the coffin and placed her in the cellar.

Seven or eight days later, a grief-stricken Roderick fell into a state of madness.

And when the diary is written here, it comes to an abrupt end, as if the owner of the diary has forgotten the diary here.