"I can only go forward."

Du Wei's voice was a little tired.

This is because of excessive blood loss.

Not only his wrists, but also other parts of his body were oozing blood.

It's just that as the passage disappears, the rate of blood loss becomes slower and slower, and it gradually stagnates.

There are no wounds at all.

At this moment.

The road to the rear has completely disappeared.

Du Wei could only stubbornly move forward, and he couldn't even stop, because the horror house was no longer the one he was in his image.

Anything in the horror house right now could have undergone a mutation and kill people in a completely illogical way.

The so-called rules have lost their meaning.

Exploring the rules requires a hands-on experience.

And in the House of Horrors, personal experience is equivalent to suicide.

Du Wei took a deep breath, felt his weak body, and took another step.

……

And the other side.

In the reflection of the city of Sigana.

A bus is moving slowly, and it travels from one side of the city to the other.

Everywhere you go, stop and open the front door.

It seems that invisibly, a passenger got on the bus.

It's just that only the front door of the car is open, and the back door for passengers to get out of the car is always closed.

It's doing something.

At first, it was only on the outskirts of the city, but gradually buses were heading more and more towards the city center.

Of course, in the reflection of the city, there are no horror houses and schools.

This may be an ability that ordinary people cannot understand.

The House of Horrors wants to make the whole city a part of it, and the buses seem to be targeting the city, but in a completely different way.

The former's methods are crude and simple, and they are embedded in Sigana.

The latter seems to be more subdued.

In a sense, buses are slightly weaker than horror houses.

……

Little by little, time passed.

Du Wei kept walking forward in the horror room.

He's in an awkward state right now.

In the past, the flintlock pistol had been fired many times.

Most of them deal with the evil spirits encountered in the scary part, and the ghosts that come out of nowhere.

There are not many bullets left, only three left.

Du Wei didn't want to rush forward so brainlessly, but he didn't dare to stay in one place now, especially the passage.

He's already had a little bit of a psychological shadow on it.

The devil knows if there will be a strange situation before.

Even if it was a chandelier, a door would now arouse Du Wei's vigilance.

He didn't dare to stop.

You can only go all the way forward.

And now, Du Wei had passed through the cross-shaped passage that had trapped him for nearly half an hour.

Behind him were corpses and fine wires.

The bodies belonged to staff and tourists, and of course they were not from West Gana, but the first people in New York who died in the horror house.

Further on, there is the wax museum in the horror house, which has an underground door.

Open the door to the second basement level of the horror house, which is the most central area.

Du Wei remembered very well that the second basement floor was a large space, pitch black, with many footprints on the ground and the existence of corpses.

Walk through that space and you'll find a door.

After pushing it away, it is the evil spirit doll link, and further on is the ghost street.

But Dewey doesn't need to go to the end.

The second basement floor is basically the core area of the horror house.

As long as you go down, Du Wei will activate the Marker ability.

By then, hundreds of evil spirit students, plus thirteen drivers, would already appear on the bus.

All will come to an end.

Du Wei took a deep breath, dragged his tired body, and continued walking.

……

A few minutes later.

In front of the Wax Museum of Horrors.

The air smelled of corpses decomposing.

The door is closed.

Everything seemed silent.

Du Wei walked to the door and pressed his hand against the door.

Give it a hard push.

But there was no response.

The door appears to be locked from the inside.

This......

"It's not the same as before......"

Du Wei increased his strength again, but the door still did not move, and not even the slightest sound came out.

Generally speaking.

When a person pushes the door, the door will at least tremble under the action of force.

But no matter how hard Du Wei pushed the door, he didn't give him any feedback.

It's like pushing a wall.

Suddenly.

Du Wei's pupils shrank, and a piercing buzz sounded in his ears.

The heart beats at an extremely fast rate.

Blood boiling.

Psionic state.

He saw an extremely strange scene.

The picture of death, which originated from an antique clock, has reappeared.

Du Wei saw himself standing in front of the door in the picture, pushing the door hard, but it was dark behind the door, and a pair of eyes looked at him coldly behind the door.

The picture freezes here.

A door seems to be a boundary.

When you push open the door, you have to confront the strange presence behind the door.

This puzzled Du Wei.

Every time the death picture is the protagonist, as long as you are the protagonist, the result is based on your own death.

But why is it different this time?

The death picture just tells itself that there is something behind the door.

Then you can not push the door, and change to another way to spare the past.

But at this moment.

The freeze-frame moved again.

In the picture, Du Wei seemed to feel something, kept pushing the door, and blood was oozing from his body, he took out a flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger at the door.

But before he could do so, he collapsed in a pool of blood.

This is the end of the death screen.

Meanwhile.

A whispering voice suddenly appeared in Du Wei's ears.

A chill crept down my spine.

Along with it, there is also a sticky moist feeling.

What can be smelled on the tip of the nose is a faint smell of blood.

The surrounding light disappeared completely, and was replaced by darkness that could not be seen.

The existence that almost killed Du Wei just now inexplicably reappeared.

Du Wei's eyes were very ugly.

He looked at the blood oozing from his body, and the situation was extremely tricky.

"What the hell is this......

Du Wei took out his flintlock pistol and fired a shot into the darkness.

What surprised him a little was.

This shot turned out to be useful.

The visible darkness dissipated somewhat.

It can then be filled again.

"No, flintlock pistols work, are they evil spirits?"

Du Wei was stunned, he immediately took out a lighter and pressed it.

Crimson flames lit up the area in front of him.

It's about a meter or so.

Time.

Du Wei saw a scene that he couldn't understand.

Illusory tentacles appeared on the ground, retracting into the darkness as soon as they appeared.

It's the lanky ghost.

In the state of spiritual vision, Du Wei followed those illusory tentacles and locked onto a place in the darkness, and then he saw a tall figure that was almost indistinguishable.

The lanky ghost stood in the darkness.

But its state is a little wrong, as if it is controlled by some being, and the mechanism is skewed.

Otherwise, as soon as it appears, it will face up to the shadow.

Moreover, the dark shadow did not react at all.

It's as if the lanky ghost doesn't exist anymore.

A thought popped into Du Wei's mind: "It's the ...... of the House of Horrors"

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