The other side!

The masked ghost, wandering outside the cloister, paused briefly in front of the door of Room 201 before continuing in the direction of the cloister again.

The sound of heavy footsteps continued to echo throughout the corridor, and each sound caused a surge of black fog that permeated the corridor.

"Knock knock~!"

In the dark and silent corridor, the masked ghost walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally, it stopped again, and then slowly turned around.

"Click!"

Just as the masked ghost turned around, a clear sound of the door opening sounded simultaneously.

A glimmer of daylight shone through the crack in the open door, and for a moment it was able to break through the black mist, revealing the true face of the masked ghost, and even a glimmer of light slipped through the white mask.

But soon, the light disappeared, and the black mist filled the room, intruding through the crack in the open door, and the light shining in the room seemed to be suppressed little by little.

"Knock~!"

The masked ghost moved again, and walked into the room where the wooden door was open.

The wooden door seemed to be automatically sensitive, and at first it only opened a crack in the door, but as the masked ghost approached, the wooden door opened wider and wider, and finally it was completely open.

The pale, cold and stiff trident-like candlestick held in one hand, the white candlelight shook slightly with the movements of the masked ghost, and in the shaking, the bronze plaque hanging on the wooden door, representing the room number, flashed "202".

At this time, the black fog had already filled the entire room, and the candlelight emitted by the white candles burning on the two candlesticks on the dressing table had been suppressed by the black fog to only illuminate the range in front of the dressing table, just enough to cover the Taishi chair placed in front, and there was no way to diffuse and illuminate the entire room.

At this moment, a glimmer of light accompanied by heavy footsteps gradually approached the Taishi chair in front of the dressing table in a surging black mist.

The masked ghost was already standing behind the headless corpse, no, it would be more appropriate to say that he was standing behind the headless ghost at this time.

It seems to be coming for the headless ghosts.

The white mask seemed to droop down slightly, as if it was lowering its head, and then I saw the masked ghost cross the Taishi chair and walk to the dressing table.

The candlestick held in his left hand was gently placed on it, side by side with the original two candlesticks, and the white candlelight seemed to be replenished, becoming brighter, but the range that could be illuminated became smaller, because it was blocked by the masked ghost standing in front of the dressing table.

Suddenly losing the suppression of the candlelight, a puff of black smoke soon rose from the headless ghost sitting on the Taishi's chair, and the smell of gunpowder began to fill the air.

Immediately after, the body of the headless ghost began to move, first the five fingers of the exhausted hands placed on the armrests on both sides trembled unconsciously, followed by the body, and finally spread the feet, and the whole body moved directly.

The black smoke coming out of his body was already a little red, as if it was carrying a spark, and at the flat cut of his neck, the shape of a skull was gradually formed, and the fire flickered, as if he had opened his eyes.

While the fire was burning all over his body, the headless ghost had already stood up, and the fire ignited, and the realm was activated.

However!

"Flutter~!".

A cold, pale hand, holding a rusty black dinner knife.

Although the blade of the knife looks rusty, it is as sharp as chopping melons and vegetables, and the entire blade directly submerges into the body of the headless ghost.

The masked ghost doesn't know when he's turned around.

The flame that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, the black smoke dissipated, the two exhausted hands hung down weakly, the knees weakened, and the whole body began to fall backwards.

However, it seems that because of the mask ghost's dinner knife, the headless ghost never fell directly to the ground, but maintained such a strange posture.

The masked ghost stretched out his other free hand and grabbed the neck of the headless ghost, and then his right hand slowly raised, and the rusty black table knife began to slowly be pulled out of the body of the headless ghost.

Wisps of black smoke came out of the wound on his chest, and when he looked at the rusty black knife, the blood on the tip of the knife seemed to become thicker and darker.

The knife was withdrawn, and the headless ghost's body trembled a few times, as if there were signs of revival.

It's just that under the strong pinch of the mask ghost's left hand, the headless ghost seemed to lose all power, and his whole body was completely paralyzed.

It almost effortlessly subdued the headless masked ghost, and just like that, one hand pinched the headless ghost's neck, and the other hand still held the rusty black dinner knife, and slowly, walked outside.

In the room, two candlesticks became three.

I don't know if it was the increase in the number of candlesticks that caused the black fog to no longer suppress the light of the white candles, or the departure of the mask ghost caused the black fog in the room to become thinner, and the whole room began to become brighter, a little brighter than before.

This culminated in the masked ghost leaving room 202 and the wooden door closing automatically, with the white candlelight even overshadowing the orange-yellow light coming through the window.

On the corridor, the masked ghost is still dragging the body of the headless ghost and walking slowly, but because the candlestick is placed in room 202, the corridor is completely dark at this moment.

In the corner at the other end of the cloister, an equally dilapidated staircase appears, but in a downward direction.

The masked ghost dragged the headless ghost down the stairs.

"Knock knock~!"

"Knock knock~!"

Shrouded in black fog, I don't know what happened in the second floor of the cloister down the first floor.

……

"Bell!"

Another bell rang.

As the bell rang out, the black mist in the cloister began to slowly seep into the walls or floors on both sides.

After a while, the whole cloister became much clearer.

Immediately after, a faint yellow glow appeared on the ceiling of the cloister, followed by the white candles on the candlesticks embedded in the walls.

"Poof~!"

In an instant, the entire cloister was once again transformed into a daytime paradise.

At the same time, the huge colorful portraits of the people hanging on the walls seemed to come to life the moment the candlelight lit them up.

As if the bell had struck before, the figure in the portrait spoke again.

"It's a 'new day' again!"

"That horrible thing is finally gone!"

"yes, that horrible thing dragged that thing away!"

"I don't know what will happen to that thing, it must be like us again, it has become a painting!"

……

The colorful figures in the portrait are talking nonsense, although they are talking to themselves, but the focus of their speech is on the masked ghost and the headless ghost.

Especially the latter, in the eyes of the characters in these strange portraits, falling into the hands of the masked ghost, even if it is a terrible ghost, is not much better.

"Bell~!"

The bell rang and a cold wind blew.

The lit candle flame flickered, and the huge colorful portraits of the people who were still talking just now suddenly seemed to lose their voice, and the entire corridor became silent in an instant.

At this time, if either Chen Yinjun or Qin Yefeng were present and looked at these portraits carefully, then they would definitely be able to find that the colors on these portraits seemed to become more vivid and bright.

……

Inside room 201!

The black fog also dissipated at this moment, and the orange light outside the window shone on Chen Yinjun's back, stretching his shadow to grow long.

The bronze mirror on the dressing table behind him, the pale yellow and rough mirror surface flashed with a glimmer of light from time to time, and faintly, Chen Yinjun's back could be seen in the mirror.

The clock is ticking!

Just like before, Chen Yinjun still stood there like a sculpture without moving, not breathing, and there was no breath of a living person on his body, even the three-fingered ghost hand and puppet ghost in his body couldn't feel it at all.

A very abrupt sound rang out in the room.

"Tick tock~!"

The sound is not loud and intermittent, but if you listen closely, you can vaguely hear that it seems to be the sound of some kind of clock.

However, there is nothing like this in this room.

Yes, only a mobile phone that is still on and shielded at the moment is holding Chen Yinjun's hand tightly.

It clearly shows the hours, minutes, and seconds that represent the time at this moment!

Eight 10!

Nine-twenty!

Ten thirty!

When the time on the screen changes to 11:39:59.

The next second.

"Huha~!"

Chen Yinjun's whole body was instantly filled with the breath of a living person, and the three-fingered ghost hand and the breath of the puppet ghost in his body also appeared together.

"Where is this?"

"How did I end up here?"

Obviously, I was still in that utility room before I entered the mirror space, but how did it suddenly become such a quaint room when I came out?

Chen Yinjun began to look at the room in front of him, and soon, he found that this room seemed to be very similar to the mirror image presented in the bronze mirror he saw when he was in the mirror space!

"This is the room from that time, by the way, the mirror ghost!"

Chen Yinjun suddenly woke up, and then like a cat that smelled a fishy smell, he turned around in an instant, and at the same time, his body tensed, and a bronze mirror was reflected in his pupils.

It was a bronze mirror that I had the impression that there was a mirror ghost inside.

"Huh? This is? ”

……

Inside a mysterious space!

A quaint pendulum stands in the middle of the wall, the second hand on it moves unhurriedly and slowly, the sound of "ticking and ticking" is continuous, and below the clock face, a pendulum sways slightly.

A figure in a black tattered robe was kneeling in front of the pendulum, with a dinner knife in one hand and an unlit trident candlestick in the other, on the wide cuffs on either side.

The white mask flashed.

This figure is none other than the most terrifying ghost in Helenburg, the Mask Ghost.

I just don't know why it knelt down in front of such a quaint pendulum at this moment.

"Bell!"

The pendulum struck the gongs on both sides.

At this moment, the three hands representing the hours, minutes and seconds on the clock face point to the character "XII".

Twelve o'clock sharp!

The masked ghost, who fell to his knees, stood up, black mist surging from his body, and the white candle on the candlestick in his left hand lit out of thin air.

Immediately, only to see the ghost slowly turned around, and with a "click", the door opened from both sides!

The masked ghost walked out slowly.

The white candlelight flickered.

To the left of where the masked ghost had knelt down, there was a colorful portrait of a corpse, and a headless corpse.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the headless corpse on the portrait seems to be still moving, as if it is about to come out of it.

And a portrait similar to a headless corpse, in this mysterious space, seems to ......

And more than one!

Some people died, but not completely......