At the moment when Feng Ling appeared, the black shadow instinctively chose to run away.

Feng Ling vigilantly looked at her surroundings.

Her current location is a hall.

On the walls of the hall, there are delicate glass lamps hanging on them, and red candles are inserted on them, and the red candles are burning, adding a little light to the dark night.

The area of the hall is more than 100 square meters, the decoration style is a typical European luxury style, the hall is covered with a red carpet, the color of the carpet is very dark, very red, and the red seems to be woven by air-dried blood.

There was also a closet in the north of the hall with a blazing flame and several sofas next to it.

There are also several oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

The whole hall was so quiet that you couldn't hear the sound of the candles burning.

Feng Ling was standing at the staircase leading to the second floor at this time.

Feng Ling opened the yin and yang eyes, and walked around the hall, although she felt that this place was a little gloomy, but she had not found any problems yet, and walked to the window, wanting to push the window open, but found that she could not open it.

Feng Ling is a B-level cultivator at this time, and she has a lot of strength, but she can't open the window, it's really weird here!

Could it be that it is the rules of the cinema of death that the participants cannot leave the house?

Feng Ling was about to open all the rooms on the first floor and carefully look for clues to the ghost, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of crazy and desperate laughter from the second floor;

"Haha"

"Hahaha are all dead, hahaha"

Feng Ling frowned, judging from the voice, this was obviously a person.

Could it be someone else?

Feng Ling turned around and quickly went up to the second floor.

Once on the second floor, there is a long hallway with several candles burning in the corridor and dimly lit.

The corridor was twenty meters long, and Feng Ling saw a middle-aged man who looked crazy at the end of the corridor.

Feng Ling was just about to walk over, but saw a black shadow flashing, and then the middle-aged man suddenly stopped laughing madly,

A pair of eyes stared at her vacantly and strangely, and then his head rotated to the left in a slow fashion.

"Click"

In Feng Ling's shocked gaze, the man's head actually rotated 360 degrees, and when his head faced Feng Ling again, Feng Ling knew that this man was dead!

just quietly, extremely strange death in front of her.

Feng Ling's eyes were slightly cold, and the figure flashed to the man's side, and at the same time, the talisman in his hand shot at the shadow behind the man.

"Brush!"

The shadow seemed to sense the danger, and fled quickly, incredibly fast.

Without a shadow, the man's body slowly fell to the ground, and those big empty eyes looked up at the ceiling, as if silently telling his unwillingness and resentment!

Feng Ling walked over, examined carefully, and found that there were two pitch-black handprints on the man's neck.

The handprint is not large, it seems to be the size of a child of four or five years old.

Could it be that the ghost in this house is a child?

Feng Ling reached out and stroked the man's eyes, then stood up and continued to look for clues to the ghost.

The decoration of this house is very luxurious, every time Feng Ling opens a room, she can see that the room is decorated with exquisite murals, gilded decorations, and even the doors and windows are painted with gold paint, which seems to be a house built with money.

And what made Feng Ling strange was that there was a sculpture in every room.

These sculptures are male and female, and the women have delicate faces, graceful figures, and concave and convex figures.

Men are handicapped.

Either an arm is missing, or a leg is missing, or an eye is missing

What's going on?

The National Teacher spares his life