Looking at the black figure in the corner of the wall, He Wei whispered softly and slowly let go of his steps and walked in that direction. As soon as www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion gets closer in that direction, you will feel the smell of a rotting corpse in your sense of smell, and you can faintly hear the buzzing of a few flies.

He Wei raised the candle in his hand a little higher, trying to fill the surroundings with bright light. As he walked forward to the seventh step, he could dimly see a round, spherical object in front of him, red inside and out, fixed at the diagonal bottom of the corner of the wall.

At this moment, the old man's voice came from the corner of the wall again: "Come...... Help me, lad. ”

He Wei paused for a moment, looked up at the corner and asked, "Old uncle, where are you?" Can it come out? “

The old man said, "Come, I'll be inside, I can hear, I can hear." But the old man never came out of the corner, and kept repeating the words just now, and his voice became more and more confused.

He Wei thought about it and hesitated for a moment before continuing to walk forward. But the more he went, the more he felt very inappropriate, and he could even smell a foul smell all over his body, like the smell of a morgue, and he would feel a little sick and nauseous when he came to his face, so that he did not dare to go on.

The color of the fire candle in his hand began to change, it was still red at the beginning, and I don't know when it began, the golden light spread by the outer flame continued to transform into a green form, burning in the darkness where the five fingers could not be seen.

As a result, the walls around He Wei became more vivid and brighter. On each floor, their own figures are reflected on the walls, back to back, shoulder to shoulder, arranged in a long series of human figures.

He Wei looked down at the red candle in his hand, it was almost burned out, several drops of wax oil dripping on the back of his hand stained red, he didn't even realize it, his eyes were staring intently at the corner, as if he was worried that something strange would happen in the next moment.

Every time He Wei took a gentle step forward, the fire in his hand became smaller and smaller. The spherical object in the corner didn't seem much from a distance, but when you look closer, it looks like a blood-red human head hanging on the wall. At this moment, the distance between the face and the face is less than three meters in that direction, and as long as you take a big step in your crotch, the spherical object is within reach.

The old man didn't reply to a word, causing He Wei's heart to be a little uneasy, and suddenly a sense of self-protection appeared in his brain, and while he stepped away from his right foot, his left leg paused with it, and then asked again at the corner of the wall: "Old uncle, I am already in front of you, if you hear it, you are saying something." “

Suddenly, a cold wind blew on He Wei's face, his eyes were slightly unopen, and his cheeks were tingling and tingling, so he had to stop advancing.

What is even more strange is that the four stone walls of the tower do not have any ventilation ducts or gaps, and the six paper windows on each side are also tightly closed. Not to mention a gust of wind, not even an ant or a fly can get in.

But He Wei didn't realize this, and he wasn't even in the mood to carefully observe the surrounding situation, and his eyes didn't shift from the narrow corner of the wall, until the candlelight in his hand slowly dimmed, and he suddenly noticed that every inch of the neighborhood had become darker.

In just one second, the cold breeze that was cold from before blew towards He Wei's front again, this time directly blowing out the red flame candle in his hand directly into the air, and the vision suddenly became dark, and the faintly visible spherical object in front of him also disappeared into the darkness.

He Wei inadvertently trembled for a while, and quickly reached out and touched his pocket, but he didn't find anything, perhaps looking for a lighter to light the extinguished candle again.

"What about the lighter? What about my lighter, why is it missing? He Wei touched it, and he could sweep his gaze to the ground, although he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, but he still lay on the ground and touched it with two hands.

In this way, he touched the ground until he reached the corner of the wall, and his two hands suddenly touched a wet thing, round, hard, and even a little sticky, and the liquid could not be pulled apart in the palm of his hand.

He could also feel a person standing behind him, but it was too dark for him to see anything around him.

He Wei quickly stepped back his body, and the two of them pulled the object in the shape of the ball down, but to no avail, the ball that was lost directly in his hands was directly stained in the palm of his hands, and he fell backwards with his body, and the ball flew into his arms along the resistance at the moment of falling to the ground.

He Wei was confused for a while, and after quickly staggering to his feet, he put his two hands on the ground and kept stepping on the back of his hand with one foot, trying to crush the ball.

After stepping on it several times in a row, the hard garden ball was still solid, as hard as a rock. But in a panic, he couldn't find a sharp weapon, and suddenly his heart was ruthless, and his two legs kicked the back of his hand.

The ball fell out of his hand at this moment, rolling on the ground with a "gurgling" sound.

He Wei immediately quickly got up from the ground and climbed along the attic upstairs with his senses. He ran all the way to the middle of the ladder under the attic, and suddenly his feet slipped, and his whole body rolled down again, and his whole body was bruised and bruised with bruises and purple scars.

Perhaps too nervous, he didn't feel the pain, but propped himself on the plank on his knees, got up again, and turned and rushed towards the ladder.

This time it was faster than the last one, and in just a few seconds, he stepped up to the top of the ladder and reached the fifth attic. It was still dark in front of me, and there was no candlelight illumination, so I could only touch the wall with two hands and slowly move forward.

He Wei slowly moved forward step by step, and when he stepped on one of them, it was like stepping on a sticky thing, and he couldn't lift it up. Just as he was about to react, another hand stretched out from somewhere on the ground, grabbed his other foot, and fixed his ankle to the plank.

He Wei was so flustered for a while that he almost forgot that his legs were entwined and crushed, and only one word echoed in his mind: "Run", run up. As soon as he turned around and was about to escape, his body quickly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

In an instant, he felt countless hands touching his back, and the palms of those hands seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and he couldn't count how many hands there were, but he felt that it was very difficult to breathe.

He Wei swayed his body desperately and crawled forward, his hands even touching the ground everywhere, and his mouth kept trembling and reading: "Fire...... Lighter, lighter give me quickly. “

However, the countless palms behind him became more and more crazy, and the cold fingertips were almost about to "pierce" his heart.

He Wei screamed miserably, crawling forward with despair, he could clearly feel that his limbs had been torn out of purple-red and purple-red wounds, and his back had also been cut a long one. These magic hands are like a sharp blade, an ice stone in the cold mountain, cold and sharp. As a result, it is like a knife from beginning to end.

He Wei struggled for several minutes, his breathing becoming very weak, and he was in despair. At the same time as a crystal tear crossed the corner of his eye, he closed the upper and lower thin eyelids, and a layer of transparent water overflowed from his eyelashes.

Waiting quietly for death to come, the weaker his consciousness became, and he didn't know when he started, he didn't feel pain, and his body became light, like a dead leaf in winter, blowing the wind gently and drifting through the golden wheat field.

However, this feeling did not last long, and soon he felt a pain in his body, and his joints felt almost disjointed, and he desperately tried to lift his waist from the plank, but he couldn't use any strength.

The moment he opened his eyes, several flashes of red light suddenly appeared above his face, surrounding him and shooting straight into his eyes. When he looked back at the tower, he was surprised to see the body of an old woman hanging on the two rows of wooden beams, with a white rope wrapped around her neck, and her legs standing stiffly under the beam.

Blood was still dripping from the corners of the old woman's mouth, dripping down her chin and falling to the floor, as if she had just died, and her body was still twitching.

He Wei endured his injured limbs, bent his waist, and looked down at his body, which was already covered with bruises and scars everywhere. I couldn't use any strength on my legs, so I had to sit down on the ground and drag my body along the wall and crawl slowly.

It was calm on all sides, and the strange objects from before were gone, except for the papier-mâché lanterns burning, which had not been noticed when they had come before.

He Wei put his hands at his feet, adjusted his breathing, and buried his head as far down as he could, not daring to look up at the corpse hanging high above. At this time, He Wei put his two hands under his knees, and suddenly touched a hard thing in his palm, opened his knees, and put his hands down, only to find that it was a lighter.

Immediately picked it up and looked at it in front of me, there were rose patterns on both sides of the front and back, and I immediately reacted that this was the lighter I had lost before, but the pattern on it was not there at all, and I don't know when the extra pattern appeared, and there was some ink on it, as if it was painted with wool, and it could be erased with a wipe of your hand.

At this moment, an old woman's strange laughter suddenly came out directly above He Wei, and she laughed three times in a row. But He Wei didn't dare to look up, but dragged his bruised body and climbed under the ladder.

"My neck, my neck is broken, who will help me get it back."

As soon as He Wei turned around, the words of the old woman behind him suddenly sounded. I had no choice but to drag my legs down the stairs.

Holding on to the wall with one hand, he took a lantern, took it in his hand, and slid down the ladder step by step.

When he reached the fourth attic, the red candle that had been taken from the mahogany table was in its place, and it was burning, and a tape recorder was placed next to it. It looks like no one has ever touched it.

Suddenly, there was something more on the mahogany table, boxy like a box. He Wei climbed all the way to the table, reached out and took the box in his hand, opened it, and saw that it was a red letter, and there was a lip print on the letter, which was sealed with a red paper peach heart.

He Wei tore off the peach heart on the mouth, and took out the note that had been stored inside, which was a white folded note, with a total of three pages, and on the cover, several words were densely written on the face: "He Shaoxia, this is a prophetic letter for you, and you will open it in a few years." “

The black letters on the letter look like the ink has faded a lot, and it is indeed a letter written a long time ago. He Wei opened the first page curiously, and it was written in blood: "Actually, it is not a magic tower, but a tomb, there is an old woman on the fifth floor, she is the fifth tombstone, she died three thousand years ago, those you met before are only souls in desire, the reason why you can meet the soul is because you yourself belong to the soul." “

He Wei opened the second page, and it was still written in blood, and the horizontal and vertical rows felt smooth to read: "This tomb that looks like a tower, once you enter from the bottom of the coffin, you must walk out from the top floor, and you can't go back every time you enter the first floor, there are a total of seven corpses buried here, and all the souls you saw before are the incarnations of their corpses." When the young man returned to the tower a few years later, what he saw was its true face. ”

There are so many records on the second page, and when He Wei turned to the third page, there was only a simple sentence written on it, "The candlelight cannot be extinguished, and the darkness cannot be moved." “

He Wei couldn't understand the meaning of this last sentence for a while, but he could feel that the person who wrote this letter was a good friend of his, and he often got together together, and there was a very warm feeling in the sentence.

He Wei took back the letter paper, put the lantern in his hand aside, and remembered the first sentence of the last page in his heart, the candlelight could not be extinguished. That is, the candle in the hand cannot be extinguished, otherwise something bad will happen.

He Wei took off the candles on the mahogany table, blew them out and put them in his pocket, then went to the walls around him to tear open the papier-mâché lanterns, took the candles inside, blew them out and put them in his pocket. Only the lantern in his hand was not blown out, and he sat like this only to make the light around him last longer.

He Wei's pockets were stuffed full, and the candles were about to burst his purse. He lifted the lantern in his hand and tried to get up from the ground. Holding on to the stone wall with one hand, he kicked his leg hard, and after staggering to his feet, he still limped when he walked.

But He Wei continued to move forward and climbed up the attic on the fifth floor, and when he climbed to the top, the old woman who had hung on the beam disappeared at once, and only a ball of blood remained on the ground.

He Wei didn't look back at the situation left and right, and continued to climb up with his hands on the wall, until he reached the sixth floor, and when he came to the sixth floor, he felt that the upper and lower floors were not connected at all, and he couldn't see that they were the same place at all.

The attic became narrower, and there were no longer planks of wood but stone slabs under the feet. Three meters in front of him stood a cross, on which hung a glittering gem, and a pentagonal state appeared in view.

He Wei stepped forward and took off the red gem from the cross, which still felt a little cold in his hand. After putting it in his pocket, he shone the lantern in his hand in front of him, and then he finally saw it, and saw that the hard tombstones were lined up into seven graves.

The seven tombs are just blocking the road to the seventh floor, and each tombstone has a faded black-and-white photograph on it.

He Wei swallowed his saliva, held his breath and walked along the edge of the wall, and came to the first grave, the person in the black and white photo was an old woman, full of white hair, and countless red roses were inserted behind the tombstone.

The red roses on the tombstone were incomprehensible to He Wei, and when he saw such a familiar scene, he immediately thought of the rose pattern on the lighter he picked up before, which was exactly the same as the rose on the grave.

He Wei immediately took out a lighter from his pocket, took it to his eyes, and was suddenly startled. Because the front and back sides of the lighter are no longer roses, but a black and white photo is pasted, and the whole photo in the photo is the portrait of the old woman on the tombstone in front of me.

He Wei's face turned blue, and he immediately threw the lighter in his palm far away, and looked back at the tombstone, and found that there were apples and grapes under the tombstone, all of which were put on a plate and presented on it, presumably it must be a tribute.

He Wei looked at it, and after relieving himself, he walked up. Reaching out and picking up one of the apples on the plate, it felt so heavy when he held it in his hand, not like holding an apple at all, but like a heavy weighing stone.

He Wei used his hands to break the apple in his hand in half, looked inside, there was a golden thing hidden in the center, reached out to take it, picked it in, and took it out to find that it was a golden ingot.

Why is there an ingot hidden in the apple, He Wei felt very surprised, held the ingot in his hand tightly, immediately stuffed it into his pocket, and threw the two pieces of apple that had been cut aside.

Looking at the grapes on the plate, he also went up and squatted down and took out the grapes on the plate, but he still felt very heavy, at least several times heavier than the apple before, and it was heavy in his hand.

When I broke the grapes, I realized that what I was holding in my hand was not grapes at all, but pearls, but a layer of grape skins, which looked like they were artificial.

There are more than a dozen pearls, large and small, and the pearls are strung together in a thread, and after they are done, they are hung around the neck.

At this moment, the voice of the old woman came from the grave in front of me: "Put it down, put it down for me, it's my ingot, my pearl, you can't take it." “

He Wei was so frightened by the sound that his nose was ventilated, he threw away the lantern in his hand in a panic, looked back at the tombstone, and subconsciously replied: "You...... Anyone? “

After a few seconds, there was no sound coming from the grave. He Wei suppressed his voice and asked again: "Is there anyone?" If someone says something, come out, don't pretend to be a ghost here. “

After a while, it was still eerily quiet. He Wei seemed to think that what he had heard before was his own delusion, shook his head, and got up and walked to the second tomb.

There is still a woman in the photo on this second tomb, but her hair is very long, and her face looks terrifyingly pale, a woman about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with two eyes staring straight at He Wei who is squatting in front of the tomb, so that He Wei does not dare to look at the photo.

This woman He Wei had also seen before, it was the fierce blue-robed female ghost on the second floor of the tower. He Wei looked under the tombstone, there was no tribute, it was empty, there was nothing.

He Wei's heart softened suddenly, thinking that although this woman killed people without blinking, she was quite pitiful after all, maybe she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man before, which caused her to leave a photomark in her heart, and when she saw the man, she would think that she was a negative man.

He Wei sighed in mourning, turned around and ran to the first grave and stretched out his hand to pick a rose, as soon as this hand was stretched out, the grave again came out of the strange voice of the old woman: "That's my rose, my rose, let go!" You let me go! “

He Wei's mood changed, he immediately picked a rose, turned around and ran back to the tombstone, at this time, the voice was still coming: "Give you one last chance, give it back to me." “

Although He Wei was very panicked, the flower had already been picked in his hand, and when he looked back, nothing happened. I had no choice but to put the flower in my hand on the grave of the blue-robed woman, and said to her, "Hey, give you one, it's so pitiful." “

After He Wei finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the third grave to take a look, but the second grave suddenly let out the woman's voice of thanks: "Thank you!" “

He Wei felt a little incredible, and hurriedly turned around and looked back, because this woman was extremely fierce to her before, and almost wanted his life, but this time he suddenly thanked himself, and he still felt a little awkward in his heart.

He Wei walked to the second tombstone, threw away all the dirt around her, and cleaned it back and forth, like a new grave, and even wiped the tombstone up and down several times.

At this time, He Weicai stood up and said to the tombstone: "Okay now, you should always know that not all men are negative people, maybe you were just too angry and said angry words before, but this is all reasonable, is it completely understandable, if there is nothing wrong, I will leave first." “

After He Wei finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the third tombstone to see what was going on, and as soon as he raised his legs, the voice of the tombstone behind him came again: "Don't go, come and accompany me!" “

When He Wei heard this, he was stunned, almost forgetting that the lantern on the ground around him had burned all the white paper wrapped in it.

(To be continued)