"If people continue to die, I have to tell them, we can't die in vain." Han Qingxin's tone was cold, and his body unconsciously exuded an extremely cold aura, which made July couldn't help but shiver.

Yes, it seems that the fate of all people is written on the bronze tree in advance, and we are just mechanically repeating that we are moving forward according to our fate, and we experience the moment of the beginning of life and then death according to the year of birth and death.

After that, Han Qingxin didn't say a word, it seemed that he was stimulated by Ning Yun's death, and the road gradually became crowded and narrow, and finally an endless path was left, and the signs of artificial excavation became more and more obvious.

At this time, Shichima, who was walking in the front, said, "Be careful, this path seems to have been built by man. ”

The people in the rear nodded, and there were traces of buildings left where people had lived, and traps were likely to be hidden on the road.

There was a peculiar smell wafting in the air, not a certain fragrance, but in fact it didn't smell bad, and there was a bit of sandalwood in the nose and mouth.

Walk to the end of the road to see the mud into a bamboo structure paved path, step on the floor slightly shaken, you can see some years, the end of the road is actually a simple wooden house, the wooden house at first glance is only a few decades of history, the eaves gatehouse structure design is different from the modern building structure, the wooden house is surrounded by an artificial lake, it can be said that it is surrounded by water on three sides, the rear is a path, the end of the path is a bamboo forest.

The fat man said, "There is actually a hut, if there is someone to live in it, it would be good, you can still ask for something to eat and drink, and then sleep well." ”

Han Qingxin and the fat man seemed to be natural matches, and said coldly: "If someone really appears in this kind of place, don't you think it can scare you half to death?" ”

Seven rooms leaned on the bamboo railing at the edge of the trail and walked over, while the rest stayed where they were. When he came to the door of the wooden house, his eyes were dazzled by the quaint architectural style, and he hesitated to reach out and click on the door twice. No one responded, but the dust was knocked off the ground, and it was certain that the house had been uninhabited for many years, and all kinds of weeds had grown next to the wooden house.

The wood used to build this hut is also an unusual material, and it is not the best wood that is generally known. Seven rooms buckled a little sawdust, and immediately judged that this kind of wood was extinct since ancient times, and was called "Kunlun soul wood".

The name Kunlun soul wood is obviously derived from the origin of the wood, this soul wood is produced on the top of Kunlun Mountain, its material is hard and non-perishable, and it is still as good as new after thousands of years. In this case, taking into account the factors of building materials, the age of the wooden house will continue to push forward, if it were not for the corrosion of the long years, such a strong wood would definitely not become like this, and there are several holes in the wooden door caused by corrosion. The function of the soul wood is to gather souls, so the appearance of Kunlun soul wood in history is all used for special purposes such as sacrificial spirits.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this wooden house is a house that attracts spirits, at least the materials used are those of it.

Turning back expressionlessly, with strong doubts in his heart, the seven rooms always felt that the appearance of the room was too abrupt and evil. So he turned his head and whispered, "It seems that no one lives there, should we not go in?" ”

The fat man immediately protested: "Brother Seven, I finally have a place to stay, I feel that if I don't have a good rest, I will return to my roots immediately, let's not pay so much attention to it, isn't it just an old house, is it still haunted?" ”

To be honest, it was not only the seven rooms that had this hunch, but Han Qingxin, who had a natural sensitivity to danger, also felt that this room was too unusual. Carefully inspecting the bamboo path and the guardrail, he walked to the side of Shichiken with his hand along the guardrail, and gently touched the dilapidated door of the wooden house.

Everything in the wooden house presents a quaint and dilapidated scene, but there is one thing that Han Qingxin is puzzled about.

Not a trace of dust! It is said that a thick layer of dust will accumulate over time in any environment, let alone a wooden house built in a swamp, and it is difficult to achieve dust in other places. It's like someone cleaning it all year round, the guardrails are clean and bright, and the wooden door has no dust attached to it except for the heavy sense of age.

Due to the damage and corrosion of the years, the door of the wooden house is not tightly stitched, this wooden door knows that it has a certain weight when you touch it, and there are several tiny holes in the door panel because of corrosion, one of which happens to be on Han Qingxin's left shoulder, about half a finger thick.

"Push the door in?" The fat man was a little impatient in the back, both of them were too careful.

Glaring at the fat man, Han Qingxin decided to ignore him, and his strong curiosity drove the cat to bend his waist and put his eyes close to the hole. If you have to go in, you should at least make sure that the room is safe enough to observe the situation inside.

But if he knew that he would see such a thing, Han Qingxin should regret his curiosity.

The closer you get to the hole in the door, the more intense the strange sandalwood fragrance becomes, and the white mist in the room hides the cold air like a cold storage, and the uneasy premonition becomes stronger and stronger.

Sometimes the sixth sense is so accurate at a given moment, as if something behind the doorway is waiting there. Han Qingxin saw a pair of pale and godless eyes like a dead man, and in an instant, these eyes were as deep and terrifying as an imprint.

The eyes were so familiar, but they were as cold as a dead corpse staring at them, and those eyes were separated from themselves.

Yes! Han Qingxin was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and she trembled in a hurry and fell back a few steps, but those eyes were too cold and abrupt, not like a living thing. The soul trembled and screamed.

Han Qingxin, who is usually amazingly courageous, was frightened by the scene in the hole, and other people who didn't know the situation couldn't understand what she saw in the hole for a while, but they felt her fear.

Shichima asked, "What's going on, what do you see?" ”

Han Qingxin was shocked and looked straight at the wooden door: "Don't go in, let's take a detour and bypass this room." ”

Her insistence is not supported by few people, and it has to be said that most of the time human beings are dying.

Zhu Beichen said: "I want to go in and have a look." I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but he doesn't think it's a coincidence that this room happens to be in their way.

Stopping in front of Zhu Beichen with one hand, Han Qingxin's expression became soft and gentle, and he begged a little: "Don't go in, okay?" ”

Now the basic situation of the wooden house can be determined, and the seven rooms have roughly figured out a few points from Han Qingxin's reaction just now, knowing that she has mostly seen something unclean. Since there is such a legendary Kunlun soul wood appearing, it will naturally provoke unclean things, and I am afraid that even if there is something in the house, it will definitely not be a human being.

The door of the room opened leisurely when Zhu Beichen and Han Qingxin were arguing, the breeze was blowing around, and the wooden door was as heavy as expected, and with a squeak, it actually opened without anyone pushing it.

The sudden sound frightened everyone present, holding their breath and tense their nerves, staring at the wooden door slowly opening. It feels like there's a terrifying ghost hiding behind the door, and the moment you open the door, you will jump out and ask for your life.

The white mist, which was so thick that it was about to condense into water droplets, condensed behind the door with the opening of the wooden door, and slowly spread towards the outside of the house, and the three of Qijian, Han Qingxin and Zhu Beichen, who were closest to it, hurriedly covered their mouths and noses with their hands.

Still the smell of sandalwood, the process of escaping the white mist was slow, they were not sure if this gas was poisonous or not, their eyes looked at each other in amazement, hesitating and hesitating.

July calmly walked from the rear, and handed each of the three a blood-red pill: "Swallow this." ”

I don't know how many kinds of pills I brought with me in July, and seeing that there were still pills with a faint residual temperature in my palm, the three of them hesitated to look at July, and they couldn't just give us a pill and swallow it raw without asking.

"Holding one in the mouth can avoid the erosion of the miasma of tobacco and poison on the body."

It turns out that this is the case, and July's mood seems to have recovered a lot under self-regulation. Zhu Beichen thought that July would not harm himself after all, so he took the lead in swallowing it without saying a word, and his mouth melted, followed by a scorching air flow surging up from his abdomen.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Beichen walked into the wooden house where the white mist was confused. Just past the distance of more than one meter of the wooden door, straight through the white fog, I was surprised, the seemingly dense layer of fog was only the thickness of a door.

Behind the door, the furnishings are simple, a square bamboo table with a set of ceramic tea sets on the table and four wooden stools next to the table. The walls around the house are cut in half from bamboo, and the layout of the whole room is not luxurious, but it is simple and simple, which makes people feel comfortable when they enter the house.

The seven rooms and Han Qingxin who walked in afterwards were stunned, and they didn't expect that there was such a scene behind the house, with a small wooden house and an elegant home layout.

It shouldn't be like this behind the door, what about the cold eyes I saw, no one? Han Qingxin didn't say anything, the living room in front of her was undoubtedly the living room, there was a door on one side, she broke in without saying a word.

What catches the eye is a simple bamboo bed coffee table, and the wooden window is bare, without a trace of light. There was no one in the bedroom, and Han Qingxin was puzzled: "That feeling can't be wrong, and it's also what I saw with my own eyes, where did that person go?" ”

There is a living room and a bedroom in the house, and there is no place to hide people as far as the eye can see.

The only suspicious thing is a wardrobe in the bedroom, which is said to be a wardrobe because it is placed right next to the bamboo bed, and the rectangular shape makes it easily reminiscent of a wardrobe, but there is a lock on the wardrobe. After checking the suspicious little lock, Han Qingxin was stunned, there was no lock hole.