"It's hard to believe that this ice cube is more than ten centimeters thick, but ......" Tang Song frowned, dragged the wooden stick in his hand, and poked it downward. Laugh at! There was a screeching sound in the ice. "Still, I pierced it." He grinned, the stubble of his entire chin frozen in frost. "Wow, let's take a look, look at this underground world." As he spoke, he leaned over his ear and pressed his ear to the hole in the ice, listening carefully.

"Hey, how's it going, do you hear anything?" Zhang Fang shouted impatiently on the side, Tang Song had been lying on the ground for several minutes. "Frozen into a dead pig? You really look like a ......."

"Shhhhhhhh Tang Song roared, engrossed. "Shhhh......h Rushing...... It's the sound of the water flowing, the water here is flowing, quick, give me the bottle. ”

Zhang Fang took out a metal utensil from his arms, the size of a needle, this time he did not throw it over, but handed it to Tang Song. "Here, this is the last time I went to church, I got it with great difficulty, don't waste it."

Tang Song snatched the bottle from his hand, saw that he looked reluctant, and spit on him: "If you deceive, you will deceive, you have never been ashamed to speak." He slowly poured the water from the bottle into the hole in the ice, and when the liquid came out of the closed vessel, it emitted a subtle light, and this light poured like flowing water into the hole. Let's go, now we can go. Tang Song stood up and threw the empty bottle back to Zhang Fang.

"You, you're done?" Zhang Fang pointed the empty bottle towards it and shook it, leaving not a drop of liquid in it. "This, this is a baby! I've always been reluctant to use it, you ......."

"Don't skimp on these things, beware of your life."

Watching Tang Song swagger away, Zhang Fang looked at each other coldly, but what he said was not unreasonable, compared to life, these are worthless, and the three of them followed the strange light emitted from the manor, and gradually walked into the darkness.

The blizzard was rising, the iron gate of the manor was still open, and in the front yard, as Sun Ya described, it was just a mess in the pool, and a ghostly castle appeared in the darkness, which was so weird. "Do you feel it?" Tang Song at the front stopped, he looked at the gate of the manor, and did not step on the stairs.

"An invisible sense of oppression is entangled around it, and this chaotic evil force comes from within the manor." Zhang Fang looked up, his eyes stayed on the third and fourth floors of the ancient castle, according to Sun Ya's description, the top two floors should be very weird.

"That's right, the hidden evil comes from behind this gate." Tang Song's face was calm. Sun Ya on the side saw it in her eyes, and from the dialogue between the two, as well as the action, they must be big people, so they are not afraid and do things indifferently, and they can't help but feel that they see hope, and the fear in their hearts has faded a lot, and they have a heartfelt admiration for them from the bottom of their hearts.

Do you really want to go in? Am I ready? Are you ready to face it all? Without them present, can Zhang Fang and I perform this exorcism ceremony? Tang Song didn't step up the ladder for a long time, struggling in his heart. If he does, it will be the first time in his history that he has entered the territory of evil spirits without a psychic.

Zhang Fang behind him didn't say much, he understood that Tang Song's worries were exactly what he was afraid of, although he usually made noise and noise, but when danger came, he would definitely be more serious than everyone else. Now, they are in the middle of a blizzard, and their bodies are already soaked in sweat, because the eerie atmosphere has changed their physiology dramatically.

"Wait." Zhang Fang said in a low voice: "I want to leave some marks, so as not to ......" He was not embarrassed to say his words frankly, glanced at Sun Ya who was wooden, and boasted in front of her, if he seemed to be cowering at this moment, he was afraid that he would make her laughing. However, everything he did was admired by the other party, and it was just personal vanity at work.

Tang Song knew what it meant, and asked, "Before you got off the bus, did you leave a message?" ”

"Well, I left a note and pressed it under the cup next to the drinker."

Tang Song's tense face relaxed a little, but his heartstrings were still trembling slightly. Well, it seems that this guy does think more than I do. He watched Zhang Fang pick up a stone next to the pool, then walked to the big iron gate in the front yard, and then squatted in the snow outside the door, carving something.

"Xiaoya, let's go, go in." Tang Song said to her, lifted the box next to his feet, and motioned for the other party to open the door.

"Shall I open the door?" Seeing that they both nodded, Sun Ya swallowed her saliva, stepped up the stairs tremblingly, and stretched out her trembling hand to push open the dust-sealed door. Creak...... It's the same every time, and almost without touching it, it opens automatically, as if someone was pulling the door inside.

The wind and snow howled, and as the cracks poured into it frantically, the artworks on display in the corridor, including the stone statue of the bull's head, trembled slightly. This is really a mansion, more than that, but even so, but the atmosphere inside is heavy, although the lights are bright and brilliant, but the whole castle still looks dark, probably because of the color of the house, the whole is dark gray.

Tang Song stood on the left side of the front hall, close to the sofa, and in front of him was the toy storage room on the right. "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with that? Sun Ya was quite familiar with this place, and she had stared at the painting for nearly a minute. In the middle of the night, a man with a lantern in his hand walked alone in a quiet valley, unable to distinguish whether he was a man or a woman, or to see his face. The painting is very abstract, surrounded by valleys, jumbled under the ink-colored handwriting, and when you look at it, you can't help but think of the dense human faces lurking in the dark, piling up the whole world.

"This is Zhou Yanqing's work, his masterpiece, no one survived." Zhang Fang, who was behind him, said, and sat on the sofa next to him, packing up the things in the box.

"Zhou Yanqing?" Sun Ya first heard the name, but guessed that he was supposed to be a painter.

"Yes, that's right, it's him, Zhou Yanqing." Tang Song's eyes were still on the mural, and he took a deep breath and said, "Probably before the outbreak of the civil war, there was a very talented painter in the field of art, but he was very special in nature. After pausing for a moment, Tang Song continued to say in a deep tone: "He is a transsexual. ”

"Transsexuals?"

"Yes, people in the industry know that some people say that he is natural, and some people say that it was a later operation, but he himself does not care about this similar topic and does not talk about it. One day, he went to a painting exhibition and went into a primeval mountain area with some of his peers to sketch a sketch. But unfortunately, an accident happened and no one except him was able to come out again, and since then, he has disappeared, his emotions are abnormal, and after creating his last work, he commits suicide. ”

"He, he killed himself?" Sun Ya was surprised, she thought that there would be a blessing if she didn't die, but she didn't expect that the ending would be like this.

Tang Song turned around and sighed to Sun Ya: "It's this painting, he named it No One Survived, and later some people said that in that disaster, in fact, he didn't escape, but died in it like everyone else." What comes out is just his soul, and no one survives, which refers to this meaning. (To be continued.) )