As far as the eye can see, there are only shadows and nothing else.

The spiritual sense was released, and when it touched an extremely strange place, it could no longer be penetrated, and the spiritual energy at the end of the spiritual consciousness was polluted and turned into a fog-like black.

Feng Qihan was stunned, and without hesitation for a moment, he stepped directly into the house.

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"Do we still have to wait?" After all this time, the master hasn't come back to pick up a few of them.

She didn't care if it was dirty or not, she sat directly on the ground, supporting her chin with one hand, faintly sleepy.

Luobei An's heart jumped suddenly, and as time passed, his heart became even cooler.

Clouds swirled around the sky, and the bloody moon hung low above the pitch-black curtain as far as the doorway could see.

He was horrified to find that he felt that several hours had passed, but the position of the moon had not changed in the slightest.

"Qiuqiu, get up. Luo Bei'an said softly. Obviously, there are many houses in the village, but there are no pedestrians on the road at night.

Liu Mingfei stood up with his sword in his hand, and walked towards the house, where an oil lamp was shining, but it seemed to be much darker than the doorway, and he took out the fire fold and flint, and approached the half-charred wick.

"What are you doing?" Luo Bei'an helped the listless little junior sister up, frowned and asked, "It's strange here, it's better not to move." ”

Liu Mingfei did not answer, and the flame of the fire fold touched the oil lamp, but did not react in the slightest.

It's still extinguished.

"If we don't look for it, how do we know we can't get out?" Liu Mingfei turned his head, his face unclear in the dimness.

Luo Bei'an was silent, he did have this idea, and he couldn't sit still.

She rubbed her eyes and stepped forward to take a look, and the figure didn't know if it was pure gold, not the Buddha statue in the temple she had seen, but a man with long hair. The face is carved to be particularly vicious and ruthless, but after a closer look, it is found that the facial features are actually stretched and clean, but somehow it reveals that sense of cruelty.

The candle flame shone out a small piece above the table, and a few red lines were exposed, and the only candle flame that was still lit shone brightly.

On the entire bookcase, there is a complex and beautiful pattern, and the blood red lines outline the fine lines.

Another oil lamp was also placed in the middle of the pattern, and he remembered something, picked up the oil lamp and shone it on the wax mark on the table, and between the mottled wax marks, there was actually a small blood letter.

"Dead".

When several people saw the word, they couldn't help but feel shocked, and lifted the extinguished oil lamp, only to find that there was a small word "injury" pressed under it.

Wounded, killed.

"What do you mean?" looked up at Luo Bei'an.

Luo Bei'an shook his head, "Let's look at something else." ”

With that, he lifted his leg and walked towards the staircase in the corner of the room.

She glanced at them, then lowered her head to observe the pattern, but unfortunately her art skills were not good, and the course of charms could only be practiced after three years of entry, and she hadn't even learned the most basic heart mantra, otherwise she might be able to see something.

The men had already reached the stairs, and they didn't take it seriously, just waiting for what they observed before telling her. After staring at the pattern on the table for a long time, she reached out again and touched the smiling tiger-like figure, and with a "click", the figure fell backwards on the table.

Startled, he quickly helped it up, but when his hand touched the person's thoughts, he touched something different.

It was the bottom of the portrait, and she carried an oil lamp to shine on it, and it was a "sheng" word!

She was stunned for a moment, and was about to call her senior brother to come and see, but when she turned around, where was their shadow in the dark room?

His eyes widened and he began to tremble.

The figure on the table, unpropped up, glared at her with its nostrils.

She wanted to cry a little, what kind of horror hotel is this, why are there so many strange things? Master is gone. Now the senior brother and they are gone.

He stood stiffly beside the offering table for a moment, and groped his way towards the stairs as if determined.

The staircase was almost a foot high, leading to a black hole.

The door can't be walked out, and the first floor only leads to this one place. Now the choice is to either stay on the first floor or go up, and there is no other way.

Maybe they were just on the second floor? Thinking of this, he relaxed a little and carefully carried his skirt up the steps.

A suffocating black, after a few steps up, his feet suddenly became extremely slippery, like stepping on the mud after the rain, he almost slipped to it, and hurriedly reached out to grab the edge of the steps, but only touched the stickiness of his hands.

It was so dark that she couldn't see what the disgusting thing was. The hand was deeply embedded in a mass of soft sticky, and its back was attached to the wall as smooth as clay.

Her scalp was numb, and it was clear that she was walking up the steps, and there was nothing behind her.

Widening his eyes in the darkness and gasping for a moment, he continued to climb up.

In the corridor, there was no sound other than a thin breath.

I don't know how long she crawled like this, but she couldn't tell if the sound in the air was made by herself or from somewhere.

The hand was once again fiercely stuck in the softness, she already clearly felt how embarrassed her body was, and the sense of grievance was overwhelming, but she didn't dare to show it at this time. Because at this time she is the only one left, what is the use of tears?

Her hands climbed up, thrust in and in, and she screamed.

Ten fingers to heart, and she slammed into something hard.

A ray of light came in faintly, and she was so tired that she was close to collapse. He raised his head slightly and glanced at the light port above, and looked down at himself through the light.

The black mud covered the whole body, and the sides were as straight as wells, with only a slight slanting arc, like a pipe inserted diagonally. The pipes are full of mud, soft and sticky, all of this unknown thing.

Fortunately, it doesn't have an unbearable smell, otherwise it probably wouldn't have lasted so long. Although this disgusting touch had already made her aware of it, seeing such a scene at this time still made her sick to her stomach.

I looked up and estimated the opening where there was light coming in, it was only about ten meters away, and I gritted my teeth and climbed up.

Shaking his hair stained with disgusting liquid, he struggled to pull his body out of the hole.

The light that comes in is moonlight. He fell out of the hole and rolled down a dirt slope.

After hitting a few stones, she didn't feel very painful, her body was so tired that her brain was in a mess.

She braced herself to her feet, and a pair of boots came slowly in front of her, stopping in front of her.

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