When Sun Ya said this, she stopped, and there was an inexplicable horror on her gloomy face. Something like this, even for Tang Song and Zhang Fang, may be frightened, but knowing that the house is full of weirdness, why bother, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and biasing towards the tigers. Neither of them can speak out, if they are tempted by money and obsessed with ghosts, this is human nature.

"Here we are." Sun Ya said in a deep voice, she raised her hand and slowly pointed to the depths of darkness. In the snowy mist, a ray of light tore through the silence of the sky.

"Fatty, turn off the lights." Zhang Fang whispered, he took out a necklace from his bag and put it around his neck. Tang Song understood the meaning of his words, put away the flashlight, and suddenly the surroundings were pitch black, although the distance between the three of them was only one meter, they completely disappeared from each other in the dark. But it only lasted for a moment, and the shrouded dust and mist dispersed like a gust of wind, and a manor as described by the woman before gradually appeared under the night sky, only a few dozen meters away from it.

"I didn't expect it to be so close, I thought it would be far away when I found it." Facing the glimmer of light, although Tang Song was smiling, his cold back was already soaked with sweat.

"Sudden appearance can always give a great shock to the soul." Sun Ya had a feeling and sighed: "The more mysterious things are, the more frightening they can be." ”

"If you come, you will be safe, let's go, let's go in." Zhang Fang showed a firm look and glanced at Tang Song.

Sun Ya took a step forward, turned around, her face was full of guilt, and she said very apologetically: "I really don't want to involve the two of you, but this house is eerie and full of bad luck, if you insist on leaving now, I won't stop you, after all, we have nothing to do with each other, and we can't lose our lives because of this." Of course, I, I don't want you to go, and now, you are my last luxury, please. ”

"Regarding the things in the house, maybe we know better than you, since we have chosen this path, how can we turn back." Tang Song said, walking towards the ditch next to the path, and then bent down and shouted: "There should be water down here, but the snow is deep, and the bottom layer has solidified into ice, which is not easy to penetrate." ”

"Drain it with water, and when the hard part melts, it's easier to pierce." Zhang Fang took out a small bottle of pure water from his coat pocket and threw it towards Tang Song. "Yes, then, fortunately, I was thirsty when I went out, so I grabbed a bottle." Immediately, he turned around and walked into the dense forest behind him, and the voice slowly floated in. "I'm going to find a stick."

After Tang Song took the bottle, he leaned over the ditch, and he carefully poured a few drops of water towards a certain point, and repeated it again after a few seconds. Sun Ya, who was standing on the side, could see that she was puzzled by this, and driven by curiosity, she still asked, "What are you doing here?" When she got closer, she realized that Tang Song had just poured the water from the bottle into the ditch.

"There is a slight sound of water flowing under the ditch, and there should be a circulating water source here." Tang Song's gaze did not leave the mouth of the bottle, and his hand raised in the air trembled a little from tiredness. "Water is one of the species that can travel freely in the yin and yang worlds, and we need to prepare something before we go in."

"Water? Yin and Yang? Sun Ya may be no stranger to these words, but for sentences where the two words are connected together, she has never seen or heard of them.

"Yes, the black cat can too, if you don't believe it, you can hold it and put your feet into the water, and the moment you open your eyes, you will see another terrifying world." Tang Song frowned, and sighed softly: "In fact, only psychic people can do it, ordinary people need to immerse their entire bodies under the water before they can go to the other world, and we don't have the innate advantages of those people." ”

"Psychic?"

Tang Song was taken aback by Sun Ya, he was used to it, he shook his head and said: "This is a very long story, let's not talk about it, talk about your problem, what about after this?" What other bizarre and weird things happened? ”

"Hey." Sun Ya squatted down beside Tang Song, as if recalling those pictures, still palpitating, her eyes in her pupils were beating messily. After that, I ran all the way to the room, then locked the door, and got into the bed, and the huge mental pressure made me fall asleep, but fortunately when I woke up, it was already dark outside the window. When I returned to the first floor, the strange phenomenon of last night had completely disappeared, and when I opened the door to the children's room, the wax figure was still lying in the futon without the slightest movement, and I suspected that I had a nightmare. ”

"Nightmare? Did you check the little wooden horse in the storage room later? ”

"You mean?" Sun Ya asked.

"It is not excluded that it swings automatically, relying on a mechanical device to operate on its own, and it is not ruled out that you are in a dream."

Sun Ya nodded and replied, "I also guessed so, but when I checked it, I found that it was just an extremely ordinary wooden machine, without any additional devices, except for some rivets for the connecting bracket. Also, this thing is so heavy that I can't even move it easily, the wood should be solid. ”

Tang Song propped up his hands, put his head close to the dust and snow covered in the ditch, puffed out his mouth and blew violently, and the air flow quickly rushed into a small hole in the ice, making a strange sound. He pondered for a moment and continued: "Even if it's solid, it doesn't make sense, it's a child's toy, even they can be easily moved, and for you, it's even easier, unless it's ......" The tone of the last two words of Tang Song has risen significantly.

"Unless what?" Sun Ya stared at Tang Song's pale face and asked urgently.

"Unless, unless it's ......" Tang Song gradually turned his head and said to Sun Ya with a gloomy face: "Dead thing! ”

"Dead things." At the same time, Zhang Fang, who came out of the dense forest, said in unison, he was holding a branch of about one meter in his right hand, and his straight body was quite strong, with a thickness of one centimeter in diameter. His left hand kept patting the dust and snow on the shoulders of his coat, like a yellow-toothed rabbit that had just jumped out of the snow, and his whole body was covered in snow.

Sun Ya stood up, looked at Zhang Fang who was coming towards her, trembled her voice, and asked, "What is a dead thing?" ”

"Dead things?" Zhang Fang handed the branch to Tang Song, took a deep breath, and said to Sun Ya beside him: "As the name suggests, dead objects, this sounds really dazed, some things have no life, how can there be a difference between life and death?" But "death" here does not mean the absence of life, but an abstract concept. Species that have been corrupted by evil spirits are called dead things, and they may not look unusual on the outside, but when they touch them, they will definitely have something special. As for some dead objects, it is even more obvious, for example, when you see them for the first time, you feel repulsed, disgusted, and even disgusted by them. ”

Rejection, disgust? Sun Ya was shocked in her heart, and her trembling palms overflowed with sweat again, she recalled. When I first stepped into that room and saw a black doll from the pile of puppets, the psychological reaction at that time was exactly that. Could it be, could it be, that inside this manor, it's, really, really haunted! Sun Ya's messy eyes stared at the darkness, the ethereal house, like a ghost castle, and her heart was already desperate. (To be continued.) )