The lanky ghost seems to have become part of the house of horrors.

It's like some kind of mechanic, wandering around the horror house.

But even if Du Wei knew this, it didn't make any difference to the current situation.

He was still locked out, in the dark.

The blood is leaking out all the time.

It's no longer possible to go back.

Either open the door and face the evil spirits inside, or die outside the door.

Both horizontally and vertically seem to be dead.

This unsolvable deadlock has forced him to have no choice.

It's been a long time since Du Wei felt this way.

He stared coldly at the darkness behind him, and when he turned around again, he took off his backpack.

The door can't be opened.

A flintlock pistol alone may not be able to do it.

In this case, it is better to be simple and rude, set a fire to the wax museum, and burn it down.

Where the light hits, the darkness does not exist.

The fire is also light!

Unzipping the backpack, there was a rolled-up map inside, as well as some bits and pieces that could be used to deal with evil spirits.

He tucked the map into his trench coat and lit his backpack with a lighter and left it in the doorway.

The flames burned slowly, stretching Dewey's shadow for a long time.

At the time of the creation of the wax museum, the original owner of the horror house was not adulterated, and the smell of wax was very strong.

In addition, this wax museum itself has anomalies.

The flames grew louder and louder, setting the entire door on fire.

Du Wei knew that there might be many evil spirits behind the door, and they were all inside, unwilling to open the door, but if he burned the entire wax museum, would they still be able to stay inside?

Only from the underground gate of the wax museum to the second basement floor of the horror house can it be possible to live.

Even if Du Wei's actions would make the situation more dangerous, he would not hesitate to do so.

Even.

In order to set fire to the wax museum, Du Wei also took out the letter and pulled out the paper from it.

The envelope didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, and a line of text automatically emerged - [Great master, you were in an unprecedented crisis a few minutes ago, but your wisdom is impressive, you chose to set the wax museum on fire, but it doesn't seem to be as fast as you think]

[It is recommended that you find some ignitions]

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange.

How did the letter know that it was going to be used as a ignition?

Or does it want to kill itself?

Du Wei shook his head and pushed the thought down, and directly lit the paper and threw it on the wooden window of the wax museum as a combustion.

All of a sudden, the window was set on fire.

But that's not enough.

Du Wei looked at the envelope that had returned to its original state, and pulled the letter out of it again.

The letter was immediately crawled with words - [Great master, you can't do this, the envelope is your most faithful ......]

Before the words were finished, Du Wei had already ignited them.

In the process, the darkness never came closer to Du Wei, but surrounded it.

When the fire is extinguished, it will sweep again.

The envelope became a flammon.

Only the black shadow silently covered Du Wei's body, but I don't know why, it was like being frightened, and it couldn't stop trembling, even with those black mist, it seemed that Du Wei's figure was a little hazy.

……

At this time.

The city of Western Gana was hit by an unprecedented storm.

Thunder and lightning flashed densely in the sky.

The sky over the entire city was lit up.

But every time the lightning flashed and the light disappeared, the darkness that followed became a few minutes thicker.

In the very center of the city, the doors of that school were also opened.

Hundreds of student evil spirits walked in the rain with black umbrellas, unscrupulously exuding malice towards the living.

The House of Horrors is going to turn the city into a dead city.

The bus is still doing something in the reflection of the city.

The game between the two terrifying beings is silent, there is no so-called momentum, and even the victory or defeat cannot be seen.

Perhaps, this battle will go on forever.

……

And inside the house of horrors.

The entire wax museum has been set on fire.

Feel hot and dry.

The hot flames devoured the vapor in the air, illuminating all darkness except the unseen shadowy corners.

The blood in Du Wei's body no longer seeped out.

It has to be said that this is the only good sign.

But as long as the fire is extinguished.

He's going to be in the same dead end again.

Du Wei wore a mask and calmly looked at the wax museum in flames.

The firelight shone on Mori Bai's mask, showing teeth and claws.

In the state of spiritual vision, through the door, there are a pair of cold and gloomy eyes inside.

"Almost."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he kicked the door.

Rumble......

The door collapsed, and strangely the interior of the wax museum was not affected by the flames in any way.

It's absolutely safe inside.

One by one, the wax figures stood in it, silently leaning against the door, and their eyes were fixed on Du Wei.

Those cold eyes were full of resentment.

In one of the wax figures, Du Wei was very familiar.

The wax figure is a male, naked, with two snake tattoos on his body, and his eyes are also pitch black, which looks very weird.

A gloomy chill poured out.

Open and close the door as if you were in a world away.

The burning wax museum was affected by this, and the flames gradually went out.

All the wax figures looked at Du Wei coldly, their eyes moving with Du Wei's movements.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

As the firelight vanished, the darkness swept behind him again.

A whisper sounded in Du Wei's ears.

His face was very pale.

Blood is seeping out.

But Du Wei was mentally prepared.

At this point, there is no way to go back, either forward or die.

Even if rushing into the wax museum, facing those horrible wax figures sounded like a dead end, and he had no other choice.

He was ready to rush in.

But we have to wait for a suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, rushing in is death.

At the very least, when you are completely enveloped in darkness, you can bring in the slender ghost.

Dewey's mind was so clear that he raised his flintlock pistol and aimed it at the wax figures, while pulling out a coin in his left hand.

You have to be prepared with both hands.

Ten minutes and seconds passed.

Du Wei only felt that the blood was flowing more and more, and the whispering voice was getting closer and closer to him.

It's right in my ears......

He jerked his head back and saw that his body was wrapped around those illusory tentacles, but he didn't feel anything, and he couldn't even notice it if he didn't realize that it was the slender ghost figure at work.

And in his eyes, the tall body of the slender ghost figure was already bent downward, and the head without facial features and hair was close to his ear.

The whispering voice doesn't look like a human voice anymore.

Here's your chance......

This thought flashed silently in Du Wei's heart, and the flintlock pistol was pointed behind him.

The moment the shot was fired, he slammed into the wax museum.

However, because of excessive blood loss, his body looked a little weak and weak, and he almost fell.

However, Du Wei's consciousness was very clear, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the house, and the darkness behind him was also as if stimulated, boiling and sweeping in.

For a moment, the wax figures in the entire house were all cracked.

There was also a shrill cacophony in the darkness.

Du Wei remained in the dark, neither fast nor slow.

Eventually, he came to the gate.

However, the original gate has disappeared, and in its place is a huge pit, dark and deep, with no end in sight.

At the edge of the pit, there are bloody handprints.

The existence that Du Wei saw at the door of the horror house seemed to have climbed up from the second basement floor.

But now, he's going to jump.

The interior of the wax museum is already in chaos.

Du Wei stood in front of the pit, his eyes calm and calm.

Then, he put away his flintlock pistol and jumped down with a lighter and an envelope.

In an instant, it was swallowed up by the pit and disappeared into the darkness.

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