The door opened, and a damp smell came to my face, my body was already wet, and I hated this smell even more at the moment. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info couldn't see the five fingers, it seemed that it was dark all the time here. I reached out and touched the door for a long time, but I didn't touch a switch?

It was too dark, and it was quiet, and there was a familiar uneasiness in my heart. I took out my mobile phone and searched for it on both sides of the door frame by the faint light, but there was really no light switch, could it be that the room would always be dark? Why is that?

The phone can only shine at a distance of two or three meters, and it looks dim and blurry. I walked inside, and all I saw was an empty room and white walls, and nothing was left in it.

But there are clear footprints on the ground, and there are many people left behind in the messy footsteps, which looks orderly when you come in, but panic when you go out. There was a layer of dust on the floors on both sides, and it seemed that all the people who came in this place were just trying to follow the path, enter inside, and then exit in an orderly manner.

The mystery lies ahead, and I keep walking towards it. Suddenly, a cold air came from the front, with a faint wind, and if there was a candle here, the flame must have begun to shift at this moment. But I was holding my phone, so I just took care of myself and fought a cold war.

Three meters away, something suddenly appeared, looking like a small person, placed on a platform. I hurriedly walked in, and the moment I saw this thing, I only felt something in my throat swelling, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

This is a table, and there are a lot of delicious foods on the table, melon seeds, fruit trees, etc., all over this table. On another occasion at the table, a shriveled figure was pierced through steel and fixed to the table. A small stove was placed in the center, and inside was a circle of incense, but it was not lit, not even the dust that had been burned.

It was a kid who looked about three or four years old. His legs twisted together, and the steel went under his ass and out of his mouth, and his mouth was wide open as if he were swallowing the steel in one gulp.

The two eyeballs bulged out stiffly, and although there was no water, they still looked so shocking. The two little hands were behind him, and the fat little belly was slightly bulging, and he didn't know what was full of it. On both sides of the table, two black candles lay calmly, and the gold letters and wrapping paper on them were still there.

Obviously, this is an offering table, or rather a place of sacrifice. But the strange thing is that since such an offering table is set up, why do you never light incense and candles to worship, and look at the melons and fruits on the table that have not been changed for a long time, everything is so weird.

I missed the table and circled the wall. This room is almost thirty or forty square, it looks boxy, could it be that this kind of dark room is just like this? Just to place an offering table. Thinking of this, I hurriedly walked towards the door, it was very simple to verify, just go to the next room and take a look.

When I went out of the gate, the drizzle in the sky was still falling, but the dripping on the ground and the houses did not make the slightest sound, as if there was something here, swallowing all the sounds, and it was difficult to make them. Only the terrifying loud noise behind the village still kept coming, and there was boundless fear between the two movements.

I don't dare to delay, at this time, it is the key to find the source quickly, and then find Lao Yang and his party with Gillian.

I saw a dark house again and went straight up. But the room seemed to be locked even more deadly, and it took a lot of effort to finally open it. I already knew that there were no switches or lights, so I took out my phone and looked at the ground first.

I saw the same messy footprints on the ground, but it wasn't just that. There seemed to be an extra mark in the dust, but it was scattered with the other footprints, and it was impossible to tell what shape it was.

I followed the footprints and walked forward, and a dark wind blew in through the door behind me, making my hairs stand on end. In the same room, the same offering table was placed, incense burners, candles, plates, incense, melons and fruits. My phone moved forward, and I guess there was a child enshrined here.

The light drifted over the table and hit the whitening wall behind it, and it was empty.

There was a loud bang, and the door behind it slammed shut. I was shocked for no reason, the thing in this room was alive. The heart has been sinking, and I don't know much about this thing, so I can only respond to all changes with the same.

Thinking about it, I'll start walking around the corner, at least finding where it is. My footprints began to spread along the wall and on the floor, but when I came back to the table in a circle, I couldn't see where the thing was.

It's an enclosed space, not in the middle of the floor, not in any corner roots. There was only one place left to be found, and my eyes were fixed on the table, and I don't know how many years of worn-out tablecloths that had not been washed spread from the table top to the floor.

It's supposed to be hiding from that little thing. "Don't be afraid, baby. Brother has come to save you. I said with a slight smile and slowly crouched down. In fact, this is just for his own courage, who knows what kind of terrifying scene is in that tablecloth.

The moment my hand touched the tablecloth, the table shook with a bang. Suddenly I sat down on the floor, but a smile appeared on my face. "I'm scared to death, but since you're here, it's easy to do."

I said, holding my phone in one hand and slowly lifting the tablecloth with the other. There was a creaking and unstable shaking of the table, and suddenly a miserable white hand reached out from the tablecloth and grabbed mine.

The hand was so cold, and a deep wound on the wrist looked so abrupt. This wound was actually a tooth mark, not the fangs of a fierce beast, but a flat tear off, without the feeling of deep penetration into the flesh. When I saw this wound, the only thing that came to my mind was people.

Someone bit the wrist directly.

I lifted the tablecloth, and the scene below made me take several steps back at once. What kind of scenario is this? I saw a man curled up inside the table, holding the table with one hand to prevent his body from falling to the ground, and the other hand reaching out of the table. Presumably, this outside hand was also propped up under the table before, but after I died, I pulled it, so it fell out all at once.

Not only did this man have tooth marks on his arms, but his face was full of signs of being eaten. The blood had covered the entire face, and it was difficult to distinguish the original appearance.