The black mist was surging like a tidal wave, quickly engulfing everything in the corridor. The already dimly lit corridor plunged into darkness even more.

At first, it was barely able to resist the light of the candle on the wall that was infested by the black mist, but after the appearance of the masked ghost, the candle went out. And the huge colorful portraits on the wall also faintly whispered as the darkness swallowed up the last glimmer of light.

"There it is!"

"It's already here!"

"It's a new day!"

"Someone is going to die at its hands again!"

"It's that person, it's that time!"

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In the corridor, the whispering of low laughter was mixed with the two strange melodies that had already been intertwined, and Chen Yinjun had been paying attention to the laughter of the female ghost in the cheongsam, and he suddenly found the surprise of leading to the stairs below, so that he didn't notice the hazy whispers that had already gathered in his ears.

However, this situation was quickly ruined by the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind him.

"This is the quintessence of the country, this came to the door so quickly." What this heavy footstep represents is naturally self-evident.

Chen Yinjun turned around abruptly and looked behind him.

With the faint light of the candlelight of the two candlesticks in his hand, what Chen Yinjun saw in front of him was an extremely deep darkness.

The black fog that initially permeated the cloister only forced the candlelight of the candlesticks on the wall to retreat within a certain range, and the scene was gone.

With each sound of heavy footsteps, there was an even darker black mist surging violently, and each time it surged, it represented the extinguishing of several candlesticks on the wall.

It was at this time that Chen Yinjun noticed that he didn't know when he started, and his ears were not only filled with the chuckle of the cheongsam female ghost and the melody of the two intertwined, but also a very slight hazy whisper.

The whispering was slight, but with the more turbulent black fog and the sound of footsteps constantly approaching Chen Yinjun, the hazy whispering gradually became louder, making Chen Yinjun feel as if he was in a noisy vegetable market.

The difference is only that the voices that appear here are full of fear.

"These portraits, they are actually alive?"

"How can these portraits speak?"

"Does 'it' refer to the ghost here in Helenbergh that can block people's memories?"

The classic series of three questions means that Chen Yinjun's mood at the moment is both shocked and a little surprised.

Because these portraits were not unnoticed when he walked around the corridor just now, but in his observation and temptation, these portraits did not show anything unusual, the only thing that he felt a little strange was that the heads on their portraits were a little blurry.

At that time, Chen Yinjun only thought it was because of the height, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.

It's just that now Chen Yinjun has no time to think about why these portraits have not shown such a strange side until now, because all his attention at the moment has been on how to escape under the hands of this powerful ghost in front of him.

The black mist was surging, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, the outline of a terrifying figure that was faintly visible even in the dark environment shrouded in black fog gradually emerged.

Next to it, a white light followed it.

"That's?" Chen Yinjun was a little unsure.

It was the light of a white candle burning, and Chen Yinjun was surprised that the candlestick carrying the white candle seemed to be exactly the same as the two candlesticks he was holding in his hand now.

It also has a silvery-white appearance, a trident-style lift-up candlestick, and even the white candle burning on it seems to be the same as the candle in the candlestick in his hand.

Chen Yinjun suddenly had a very absurd idea: "The candlestick in his hand can't be the one that this ghost thing put in room 202, right?" ”

"There are three such candlesticks on the dressing table in that room, doesn't that mean that this terrible ghost has entered that room three times? Is it just to drag that thing away from the chair? Chen Yinjun instantly remembered the traces of the drag he had seen in the room and outside the corridor before.

"No wonder this candlestick can resist the invasion of these black mist, it is much better than those candlesticks embedded in the wall, it turns out that it comes from the hands of this ghost."

Although it seemed like a long time from the time Chen Yinjun heard the footsteps of the ghost to the time he found that the ghost was holding a candlestick that was exactly the same as him, it was actually only a few minutes.

However, in just a few minutes, the powerful ghosts hidden in the black fog were about to approach Chen Yinjun. It's just that Chen Yinjun didn't seem to notice the problem in this aspect, and still stood there stupidly, as if he didn't notice the danger coming.

And if you look closely, I don't know when it started, Chen Yinjun's lies have been covered with a faint black mist, covering his eyes like an eye patch.

At the same time, the color of the blood line connecting Chen Yinjun and the puppet ghost was slowly fading, and it vaguely seemed to be changing to black. 33

"Click, click......"

The puppet ghost suspended above Chen Yinjun's head, I don't know if it was implicated because of the change in the connected blood line, the whole puppet ghost began to make an irregular joint friction sound, and the color on the blood puppet also began to fade, but it was not as obvious as the connected blood line.

I don't know when Chen Yinjun has been affected by a strange supernatural, but Chen Yinjun didn't realize it.

The black fog was surging, getting closer to Chen Yinjun, and the heavy footsteps seemed to sound directly in Chen Yinjun's ears, but Chen Yinjun was still standing there quietly, completely unaware of how dangerous he was at the moment.

The murmur from the portrait gradually subsided, as if terrified by the approach of the terrifying figure hidden in the black mist, and as if it was silenced by the deeper and darker black fog that robbed the only glimmer of light that remained.

At this moment, Chen Yinjun seems to have fallen into the most dangerous and terrifying crisis in his life, but he is in the center of such a crisis at the moment, like a puppet, without moving.

If there is no accident, I believe that it will not be long before the figure in the black fog completely approaches Chen Yinjun's side, and the three words Chen Yinjun will become a symbol.

However, if there are no accidents, there will be accidents.

"Giggle......

Without the interference of the portrait's whispering, the chuckle of the cheongsam female ghost became extremely clear against the backdrop of the strange melody, and the low laughter seemed to carry some kind of strange supernatural ability, and the black fog suddenly became more intense, and even the candlelight seemed to be affected and shaken a little.

Heavy footsteps were no longer heard, replaced by another slight sound of footsteps.

If Chen Yinjun was still awake at this time, then he must be able to hear that this slight footstep did not sound from this corridor in front of him, but from the corridor on the other side.

"Knock knock~!"

In the fierce surging black mist, a graceful figure in a red cheongsam slowly appeared with delicate steps, and with each step forward, the black mist parted to both sides, actively avoiding contact with it, as if it was also afraid of it.

This red figure is the cheongsam female ghost.

I don't know when the cheongsam female ghost has come out of room 201, and she is so immortal that she walked over from the other side of the corridor, and its target seems to be Chen Yinjun.

"Giggle......

As if sensing something, the cheongsam female ghost also stopped, and from the angle where it was now, she could already vaguely see the back of Chen Yinjun around the corner.

Even in such a black and misty environment, the little white hands of the cheongsam female ghost seemed to be glowing with white light, and the blood-red handkerchief in her hand gently waved forward, and an inexplicable supernatural ability began to converge, and then exploded in a soft low laugh and that strange melody.

The black fog suddenly stopped turbulent.

"Uh~!"

Chen Yinjun was excited, and the black mist covering his eyes dissipated in that inexplicable supernatural ability, and Chen Yinjun suddenly came back to his senses.

"What happened to me? Why did it feel like I was losing control of my body? Chen Yinjun's consciousness was still stuck in the time when he turned around and found that the portraits on the cloister wall could actually speak, and there was no memory of the moment after that.

It's just that when he came to his senses and found that the figure hidden in the surging black fog was already close at hand, his heart immediately jumped.

"This is a kind of national quintessence, when did this get so close to me, I didn't realize it at all?" Subconsciously, Chen Yinjun thought of the ability of this powerful ghost mentioned in the recording, "I have already been attacked by this ghost?" Blocked that little memory? ”

Chen Yinjun's face was shocked, because he didn't notice when this powerful ghost attacked him.

"It's no wonder that in the recording I left, I want to escape from here, and I don't even know how I died."

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yinjun immediately turned around and ran, and the direction was the staircase leading to the next floor revealed by the ability of the strange melody.

And at the moment when Chen Yinjun turned around, he vaguely saw that the terrifying figure hidden in the black fog also moved, the candlestick in his hand was suddenly raised, and the other pale hand was raised forward, the sleeve robe of the tattered black robe fell, and a black-embroidered dinner knife was aimed at Chen Yinjun's back.

Between the flickering of the white candlelight, a white mask engraved with the shape of a five-pointed star flashed, and Chen Yinjun happened to see this scene the moment he turned around.

When he saw this mask, Chen Yinjun's heart once again surged with that inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Is that the ghost that roams in Helenburgh that can seal people's memories? That mask, I seem to have seen it somewhere. Chen Yinjun said secretly.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think carefully about where he had seen such a mask, but his face was solemn, and his eyes revealed uneasiness, because he also saw the blackened dinner knife coming towards him.

I don't know why, in the face of this attacking embroidered black dinner knife, Chen Yinjun couldn't get up at all to resist, as if he already knew that he couldn't stop its attack no matter what, the only thing to do was to run, and leave before the embroidered black dinner knife attacked him.

At this time, there was another whispering laughter, and the two intertwined eerie melodies became more intense, as if they were fighting against the black fog that filled the corridor.

The surging black fog also became more intense, as if something was stirring in the dark, and the entire corridor was suddenly filled with an unbelievable atmosphere.

A blood-red handkerchief stood in the way of the attacking black-embroidered knife.

It seems that a soft handkerchief can be pierced at once, but the embroidered black dinner knife seems to have encountered the strongest barrier in the world, even if the blood-red handkerchief has been pushed out of an exaggerated spike, but it can't penetrate it.

"Bang dang!"

Chen Yinjun ignored the sudden sound of falling iron behind him, but continued to run down the stairs quickly, but in a trance, Chen Yinjun still saw the red figure.

"Cheongsam female ghost, when did it come out, and it was so close to me, I didn't even notice it, damn it, this ghost place is really dangerous!" Chen Yinjun couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

It's just that the female ghost of the cheongsam didn't seem to have the intention of attacking him, but stood there quietly and watched him leave.

When Chen Yinjun's whole body completely disappeared under the stairs, the cheongsam female ghost waved her right hand, and the blood-red handkerchief had returned to its waist again, and the stairs that appeared because of the weird melody were slowly disappearing.

In the next second, the figure of the cheongsam female ghost gradually became illusory, and then completely dissipated.

And after the cheongsam female ghost disappeared, the strange melody stopped in an instant, and at the same time, far away in that mysterious room, a tender white little hand also pressed on the radio.

Heavy footsteps sounded again, and the white candlelight emitted by a candlestick had already come to the top of the black-embroidered knife, and there was no movement, and the black-embroidered knife had appeared on the pale, cold, and stiff hand.

The black mist continued to surge, and the terrifying figure hidden in it continued to move forward, and with the sound of its heavy footsteps sounded again, the staircase that had just disappeared suddenly reappeared.

That's at this time!

"Bell~!"

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