In the dark, silently.

Meng Yu was slumped in the corner, not feeling any movement.

After a moment's relief, she endured the severe pain, plucked up her courage, and reached out to touch it forward.

No stiff bodies, no icy horrors.

There is only a hard door that can be pushed open.

Touching it, Meng Yu's palm trembled, and he even touched it repeatedly in disbelief.

But the tactile feel remains the same.

The door of the cabinet has never been opened!

At this moment, Meng Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his palm froze in mid-air, and he didn't retract it for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before she burst out laughing, crying like a complaint, her face full of desolation.

A hallucination frightened her so much that she took out her eyes and turned into such a miserable appearance.

What a coward!

But Meng Yu didn't care anymore, at least everything was telling her now.

You can live.

......

In the cold well.

Qian Mu shivered, but his heart was very calm.

From time to time, there were footsteps approaching the well, but after wandering back for a while, they all left.

This place, it seems, can really guarantee that he will live forever.

Before you know it, the countdown has come to the last ten minutes.

He leaned against the cold, mossy wall of the well, floating silently.

And a figure quietly appeared on the courtyard wall, staring at the well with dead eyes.

But it didn't move again, and with it, a series of stiff bodies strode here.

After a while, the sound of continuous footsteps approached, faintly surrounding the small courtyard.

Qian Mu noticed that although he had been safe and sound before, he smelled something wrong.

This time, it seems like there are a lot of people, right?

He frowned, instinctively realizing that it didn't seem that simple to survive smoothly.

Suddenly, footsteps entered the small courtyard, one after another, slowly surrounding the well.

Even if he couldn't open his eyes, Qian Mu could imagine that they surrounded him.

Don't... Are they ready to jump?

Holding his breath, Qian Mu carefully watched the movement at the wellhead.

But after being nervous for a long time, there was no sign of jumping down at all.

So what do they want to do?

Qian Mu was very puzzled, and suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air.

He didn't react at all, and a stone fell on his head, and the scoop opened in an instant.

The pain was agitating, Qian Mu covered his head, and blood was already oozing out.

Damn, even throwing stones!?

Qian Mu was speechless for a while, and then the continuous sound of breaking the air came, which frightened him and hurriedly dived underwater.

Relying on the current to slow the impact, the falling stones finally failed to hurt him anymore.

Qian Mu had to sigh, hoping that it would continue like this and let him return to the ghost theater smoothly.

;/a>

He dived underwater, poking his head out from time to time to take a breath, and then quickly retracting to avoid the rocks.

Several times in succession, the time was slowly reduced to three minutes.

Qian Mu's heart also became more and more worried.

It is this kind of time when hope is about to usher in the most likely to have accidents.

After all, this is a horror movie, and if it is really interpreted according to artistic techniques, the ups and downs are always the most important.

Now, will they jump off?

Qian Mu was extremely nervous, he didn't dare to imagine how he would deal with them alone.

What's more, now that it's in the water, he can come up with several ways to die alone.

"Poof~!"

He poked his head out slightly, gasped for breath, and quickly retracted.

But this time, I faintly noticed something unusual.

Seem... Didn't throw any more stones?

Are you really going to jump off?

Qian Mu's heart was cold for a while, he thought about it, and simply dived into the depths of the well.

As long as I stay away, they won't be able to help me even if they jump!

But as soon as he had this thought, there was a sudden chill in his ankle.

A palm poked out of nowhere and grabbed him.

The chill instantly spread throughout his body, qualitatively different from the coldness of the well water, as if even his soul was going to freeze.

He hurriedly kicked his legs, trying with all his might to get rid of the cold palm.

But after some struggle, the palm of the hand became more and more forceful.

even dragged him and sank into the depths.

Damn it! Is this the ghost!?

Why did it suddenly appear underwater!?

Want me to drown!?

Qian Mu panicked, although he wanted to dive into the depths a second ago, but there was a world of difference between active and passive.

The current situation already made him smell death.

If he can't regain control, he will surely die!

But mortal power, how can it fight against the supernatural?

He struggled with all his might, and the cold palm seemed to be welded to his ankle, and it never wavered.

All that brought him was despair!

What he didn't know, however, was that there was no such thing as a cold palm at all.

Everything is an illusion!

He struggled, but as if he had voluntarily dived, he reached the bottom of the well.

But he always felt that there was a palm dragging him, so that he couldn't resist at all.

Slowly, a strong feeling of suffocation enveloped him.

Qian Mu felt that his body was gradually freezing, and he lost the strength to struggle.

And he's still sinking.

The well seems to have become a bottomless pit, eroding all life.

But even so, Qian Mu did not give up hope.

He kept an eye on the thirty seconds left and gritted his teeth, desperately trying to stay conscious.

Hold on! Hold on!

As long as I survive this little time, I can live!

Once he loses consciousness, he will be greeted with death.

Slowly, his perception flickered, and the coldness around him unexpectedly warmed.

He felt as if he was in a hot spring, which immediately aroused the exhaustion of his body.

Rest, get a good night's sleep, and it's all over.

A voice resounded in his heart, Qian Mu's consciousness became more and more dim, and with his eyes closed, there was a possibility of losing consciousness at all times.

"Gollum~!"

The bubbles came out of his mouth, and Qian Mu's struggling hands and feet gradually slowed down until they fell silent.

The head is faintly tilted back, and life... It seems to have come to an end.

"Huhuhu~!"

Qian Mumeng opened his eyes reluctantly, and the whole person gasped violently, but he found that he had left the movie world.

In front of me, there is a viewing room.

The screen showed him sinking to the bottom of a well, his face terrified until he died.

However, his consciousness was strong until the last moment.

Successfully returned to the Ghost Theater.

On the other side, Meng Yu touched his eyes for the first time.

To her relief, she felt the presence of the eyeballs.

Own eyes, back!

It seems that no matter what kind of injury you have, you will be restored after getting rid of horror movies.

Meng Yu was a little excited, hurriedly opened his eyes, and looked at the somewhat familiar theater, inexplicably relieved.

But after glancing around, her heart was cold again.

Hu Chao is dead.

And this time, only one newcomer survived.

How long can I live in such a cruel hell?