Haunted houses.

A place that doesn't exist in reality for most people.

The paradox is that the vast majority of people who come to a haunted house don't actually want to see a ghost.

This strange psychology like Ye Gong's good dragon is too subtle.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the realization that all this is fake, as if the dream will eventually wake up, that we can immerse ourselves in this ephemeral horror and experience the thrill and wonder that are difficult to find.

But when you think about it this way, it always feels like the Chef Demon Contest is also a shortcut to hell.

In the gloomy haunted house, Huai Shi calmly looked around, and there was still time for random thoughts in her mind. Although it was fake, this atmosphere gave him a rare sense of intimacy. It's like being in a hotel with a warm atmosphere that makes you feel relaxed.

It's not actually a hotel.

It's hospitals.

Tourists are deliberately separated from each other, unable to disperse their loneliness and fear in groups. I can only explore this dusty abandoned building with trepidation with my companions beside me.

The dim flickering lights, strange stains on the ground that had long since dried up and were hard to identify, and marks from scratches and struggles on the walls.

Pain is written everywhere.

It's like the diary of a sixteen-year-old literary teenager, I don't feel scared when I look at it, but I feel a kind of shame with empathy.

"It's so cute. Huai Shi looked at the bloodstained electrotherapy chair and sighed softly.

"Huh?" Maki was at a loss.

"I mean, the arrangers here are really gentle. Miss Huai Paper smiled slightly: "It would be nice if there was such a tranquility in the place where the real deep sinking is deep." ”

Isn't there something wrong?

Maki felt like a hundred thousand question marks appeared in her head.

Why is it that after entering the haunted house, Miss Huai Paper seems to have entered a sanatorium, and even the air seems to be very refreshing.

Isn't it scary here?

She opened the cabinet, looked at the bloody severed hand inside, and fell into deep thought: One thing to say, this is really scary, right?

Could it be that Miss Wai Paper is afraid of different types?

That's right, some people may just be monsters who are not afraid of entities like zombies and monsters, but they are afraid of ghosts!

Hearing the screams of other tourists faintly coming from the front, Maki quietly clenched her little fists, full of anticipation: STAFF, please come on, let Miss Huaizhi see the power of Yingzhou demons!

After passing through the dilapidated hall and entering the ward where the props were hung with corpses, the main event finally arrived.

- Morgue!

Morgue, what a terrible place. The return of the dead, the place where the strange and strange stories are high, and at the same time the source of terror in the nightmares of many people.

Oh, this chill on the face, the air conditioner must give a lot of cold air, right?

Those staff and gentlemen who are lying on the ground pretending to be corpses and preparing to be scary must be very hard, right? Please try to scare Miss Waiji.

Full of anticipation for the haunted house, Maki took Miss Paper's hand and walked into the thick fog that rushed in front of her.

"The cage is sewn, the cage is sewn, and the birds in the cage want to escape~"

There seemed to be a faint singing voice in my ears, echoing in the silent corridor like weeping, and in the midst of the song, wisps of scarlet traces seeped out of the walls, carrying the unique sweet fragrance of blood.

It was as if a pair of eyes had opened from the pale walls, staring at Maki with a vacant gaze. The spirits wandering in the walls are singing: "Cage crack, cage slit, the birds in the cage want to escape~"

Maki's eyes widened in astonishment.

That's amazing!

This is the surround sound of the present world!

Also, the blood on this wall is as if it were real...... And the eyes on the wall, which seem to be real!

Haunted house, it's amazing!

"Miss Paper, Miss Paper, look at it!"

She looked back in amazement, trying to show her companion what she had found, only to find that her back was empty. The familiar figure had disappeared at some point.

Only an eerie silhouette slowly emerged from the pungent mist, slowly walking towards her.

Bleak singing enveloped the dead corridors.

Maki froze in place.

They are singing softly, asking questions in their ears:

“...... Who was the person watching you behind that pre-dawn night?"

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"The cage is sewn, the cage is sewn, and the birds in the cage want to escape~"

At the moment when the song sounded, Huai Shi felt that something was wrong—everyone's essentia fluctuations disappeared, as if they had left in an instant.

The whole haunted house is enclosed in darkness.

Something is wrong here!

When he finally made sure of this, he clenched the cold, trembling hand beside him, and felt the sharp nails about to cut through his palm.

There is no temperature at all.

When he turned around, he saw that Maki, who was holding in his hand, had turned into a pale figure with his head bowed at some point.

Between the long black hair, a pair of scarlet pupils lifted, and a resentful gaze stared at Miss Huai Paper, who was close at hand.

In an instant, they pounced on him.

Then, Huai Shi raised her hand and pressed it forward.

In the midst of a low muffled sound, the arm that brushed the strange woman's head pressed against the wall, and the tremendous force was vented, leaving deep cracks behind.

Countless clouds of dust fell, atop that dull, twisted face. Such an intimate wall knock, but it can't make the other party feel warm.

There is no shyness like a deer, only horror like being kicked by a giant elephant.

Even ghosts have the talent to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Otherwise, why do you always scare children and bully little girls, and don't go to the retired soldier king and the macho man who came back from the army for ten years and found that his daughter lived in a kennel?

The imaginary soft persimmon instantly looks like a Transformer, and it transforms into a grenade that is close at hand.

Rao was a mad remnant, and he also felt the momentary horror and fear.

Then, he saw the darkness rolling up behind Huai Shi, and the countless hungry and hideous scarlet eyes in the darkness.

The blade of resentment swept by, and in an instant, the shadow disappeared without a trace. Not even the original white clothes were left, and they were swallowed up by the hungry crows.

That's it?

Huai Shi scratched her head and looked around behind her.

I can't see any trace of Maki, but I can sense her state.

Since she suspects that there may be something wrong in the haunted house, Huai Shi naturally does not forget to put an eye on her employer, there are two essentia crows hidden in the balloons in her hand, and because of this, she can experience a sense of absurd bizarreness - Maki's mood seems to be as stable as ever, and even very excited and surprised.

That silly girl, don't you think you're seeing some haunted house, right?

That's enough.

But since she can be sure that she will not encounter any danger for a while, then she can rest assured that she will be able to solve all this in front of her.

Just behind the open door in front of Huai Shi, in the real morgue, all the cabinets trembled violently in an instant.

The screeching sound of the door grinding continued.

The dead who had been sleeping in the cold opened their eyes again. They wriggled their rapidly alienated limbs, like spiders, and crawled slowly between walls and ceilings with their hands and feet on the ground.

The pale face lifted up at a strange angle, and the empty eyes reflected the lonely figure of the paper-bearing child.

High-pitched hissing.

At this moment, here and here, everything in the haunted house has been quickly closed at the moment when the secret ritual is activated, and it has become completely different from everything in the current situation.

- Artificial Miniature Hell: Demon Time!

The nightmare scene of all the travelers crawled out of the illusion and crawled towards Huaishi.

Sticky blood rain spilled from the ceiling and fell into Huai Shi's hands, quickly decaying, drying up, and turning into bleak dust.

The smell of corpses mixed with the smell of antiseptics became more and more intense.

Huai Shi couldn't help but admire the chin.

That's right.

Nice show...... Unfortunately, the number of people is too small.

"Okay, let's hire a few more ensemble performers. ”

In his hand, the hilt of the Blade of Wrath turned slightly, and with a shock of his wrist, it swept forward, and the violently trembling blade swept over the corpses that rushed in front of him like the hungry mouths of countless crows, and then several pieces of terrible wreckage fell to the ground.

The uneven notch looks like a mark from a bird's beak.

It was still spasming, but it quickly dissolved into mist. The fog could not dissipate, for long before that the crows of the Bone Sanctuary had been feasting on it.

Don't let go of a single strand.

"Holy, holy, holy, holy!!"

The crows praised excitedly, vaguely expressing: Although the taste is average, this free buffet is very good, not enough, but also, autumn pear paste...... It's a mess.

Surrounded by a group of corpses, Huai Shi suddenly became worried.

This group of guys eats so much every day, in case they are like the fat horse at home that was once very embarrassing, and they can't fly, right?

But it doesn't matter that much...... When children are still growing their bodies, eat more.

So, amid the screaming of the corpses, Miss Wai Paper looked up, showed a pleasant smile, and expressed her gratitude to the monsters in front of her.

“いただきます！”

The high-pitched sound of iron crystal proliferation burst out in an instant, and since the length of the sword rapidly extended, resentment grew, and in an instant, it turned into a huge scale that almost filled the entire morgue.

Twelve-four-five-three meters!

In the darkness, peeking at the 'ugly' that stabbed out stiffened in place, unbelievable.

What the hell is that?

Like an iron rod between the walls, it whispered with resentment, overflowing with hideous blood and cold light.

Now, with Huai Shi's movements, the huge blade slowly lifted, and then began a tyrannical whirlwind!

The last thing I could hear was a crisp snap.

It was the sound of Huai Shi closing the door behind him.

It's like pressing the switch of a juicer.

A roar erupted, engulfing everything.

Not limited to the hilt of the knife, Huai Shi's fleeting figure advanced instantly, just raised a finger, propped up the fulcrum of resentment, and guided the blade that was pulling the furious to start whirling!

That's when the storm began.

The high-pitched crows of crows overlapped in one place, spreading violently, and countless terrible plasma sprayed in all directions, rendering everything a hideous scarlet.

Slash, slash, slash!

It is not as rigid and rigid as imagined, but dexterously makes people crazy.

In the violent whirlwind, the blade that almost turned into a wheel suit continued to shrink and extend, freely changing the scale, with the push of Huai Shi's palm, changing the angle, and wandering into every corner of the entire enclosed space.

Countless deep slash marks were left on the walls, iron cabinets, dissecting tables, and even the shells of monsters.

Slaughtering ghosts with unparalleled speed.

Just like the propaganda of every high-end wall breaker - break the barrier between every cell membrane and fully squeeze out every trace of nutrients in food.

Never-ending ravage.

Until all of humanity comes together in one place and turns into a cup of nutritious and healthy juice......

When the horrible whirlwind came to an abrupt end, there was nothing complete in the room except for the blood-stained figure.

Even after being chopped, the corpse monster that can get up and continue to fight, in this exquisite millimeter destruction, also ushered in the literal sense - no bones remained!

What kind of monster is that?

In the darkness, the ninja, codenamed Ugly, is horrified by the tragic sight.

Unbelievable.

The dark secret ritual that he was complacent, the endless 'corpse march', was so devastated and destroyed!

Now, there was no more courage to fight in his chest, only an endless stream of fear was emerging, devouring his mind and soul, making him eager to escape.

You have to tell the Son, you have to tell the others what the hell they've awakened!

But at that moment, a cold palm pressed against his shoulder, so gently.

A beautiful cheek stained red with blood slowly poked out from the back of his shoulder, looked at his distorted face, smiled sweetly, and whispered in his ear:

"Found you~"