The sound of windows and doors closing one after another, suddenly the whole neighborhood became noisy.

The shouts, the cries, and the voices of running to tell each other were endless.

Then, everything fell silent.

The red mist outside slowly expanded and contracted like a living creature, and all the sounds outside the window were swallowed up, and no movement could be heard.

Qiao Du wanted to open the window to see what was going on, but the look in Xia Yi's eyes next to him made him give up the idea.

Sneak it away when no one is around.

Qiao Du made up her mind.

In the field of vision, the blood-red mist outside the glass quickly distorted, forming several large characters.

[The deepest filth of this exotic land is lurking inside, unless you feel that two hands are no longer enough, don't try to walk into this mist!] 】

The words quickly faded into obscurity.

Qiao Du seemed to see some behemoth disappear in the fog-engulfed sky, silently passing over the old city.

In the depths of the red mist, the whispers were continuous, unrecognizable, but tempting people to walk into it.

Twilight seemed to hear some shrill shouts, the sound of things being knocked over, but everything was swallowed up by the thick fog and calmed down.

"Did the group of people from the weather bureau eat dry food, and they didn't even predict this fog?"

Xia Yi had an obsessive-compulsive disorder that had disrupted his plans, he muttered to himself, and then looked at Qiao Dui.

"I'll deal with Tang Xiaomeng's side, don't interfere."

Without waiting for Qiao Du to answer, Xia Yi was ready to leave.

At this time, Qiao Du suddenly spoke.

"What are you going to do with that copy of The King in Yellow?"

With just one sentence, Xia Yi stopped moving.

He turned his head and gave Qiao Du a deep look, as if thinking about how to answer.

After a moment, Xia Yi sighed.

Almost at the same time, Qiao Du saw countless dark yellow slime seeping out of the cracks in the wall, like silt, to block his retreat.

Suddenly, although it seemed that the distance between the two people had not changed, in Qiao Dui's field of vision, Xia Yi continued to move away, and even the corridor was deformed, as if Hitchcock's zoom had happened in reality.

Qiao Dui's heart moved, and the golden silk threads fell from the sky, entangled Xia Yi's hands and feet, but the speed at which he went away was obviously faster.

Bang –

With the sound of the door closing, Twilight finds herself on the stage.

The curtain has not yet been lifted, there are decorations on the stage, backgrounds, puppets, everything here is still, like the underworld.

Qiao Du was a little curious if this was a hallucination like a ghost, or if Xia Yi really managed to get him on a stage.

In the blink of an eye, on the curtain, words like a newspaper printed in red ink appeared.

[You are already in the drama, run away, no one will survive in the next scene!] 】

The next moment, a huge sluice knife cut through the curtain and flew towards Qiao Dui.

Qiao Du immediately used the physical fitness of the night watchman and the ability to see in the darkness that he had drawn from the [Funeral Home Code] to dodge this gate.

He picked up the prop sword stuck in the fake rock and used it as his crowbar defense.

Crunch –

The puppets slowly moved, axes, spears, and sticks in their hands, and gathered towards Qiao Dui.

He looked around.

Red words poured out.

[There is a path here, although it is full of thorns, but it is still a living road, so let's make do with it! 】

Jo Twilight saw that it was the way to the backstage.

Without hesitation, he pulled his legs and ran.

Fortunately, the puppets themselves were not fast, and Qiao Du kicked two of them away, and quickly got into the door.

The hallway was a bleak red, and Joe Twilight ran forward, and saw a wooden door in front of him, and he kicked it open.

Bang –

After Qiao Du crashed into the room, he felt that he had come to an extremely narrow space, and when he looked around, he found that it seemed to be a coffin that had been nailed in.

With her knees on her knees, Qiao Du pushed open the lid of the coffin and saw herself standing in front of the mourning hall lit with red candles.

It's kind of familiar, it's like coming home.

A gust of wind blew, and Qiao Du looked back, and those white silk were slowly fluttering, as if there were ghosts.

He looked closely, found nothing unusual, and turned his head to see a withered, rotten head staring at him.

Almost reflexively, he picked up the prop sword in his hand and knocked the dirty thing in white clothes away, Jo Twilight took two steps back, and the ground behind him seemed to turn into a water, and he lost his center of gravity and fell.

Plop –

Twilight struggled to climb up from the water, only to realize that she had just climbed out of the manhole cover of the sewer.

And here, it was the street near the Grand Hotel in the Old City, and Qiao Du even remembered the bloody ice left in the rut mark.

Red mist filled all directions, swallowing up all sounds.

Qiao Du stood up, not a shred of water on her body.

But now he was in the red mist of his old city.

Qiao Dui's ears heard countless small whispers, each of which made people nervous and tortured their will, trying to turn Qiao Du into the walking dead.

He looked up and saw a dragon hovering through the red mist, and if he looked closely, he would find that the dragon was made up of countless corpses, most of which were rotten, bleeding pus, stained with blood, and the mutilated muscles controlled the arms to swagger outward, and the corpses twisted and entangled, becoming the main body of the dragon.

The dragon let out a low roar, but the wonderful thing was that all the sounds were absorbed by the red mist, and the whole picture became silent, like a silent movie, and there was a weird and terrifying feeling.

Qiao Du saw a group of figures in front of her.

This time it's normal human size.

Those people were wearing tattered clothes, some were cloth shirts, some were military uniforms, and there were also cheongsams and vests, all of them were already dead, and they were all in decay, but they were still marching forward.

Some people have small drums tied around their waists, some people hold suona in their hands, and various musical instruments, just like a team to welcome relatives.

It's just that all the voices are swallowed up by the red mist, and the team just moves forward quietly.

Twilight felt the whispers in her ears grow louder and louder, as if trying to persuade him to join the team.

But he just stood there.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, and Qiao Dui watched the team leave, finding that the direction they were traveling seemed to be right towards the Grand Hotel of the Ancient City.

Jo Twilight had a whim, thinking that she could follow them.

When the team continued to move forward, Qiao Du followed, walked last, snatched the musical instrument from the man's hand, and pretended to be playing suona.

The group of corpses didn't notice Qiao Dui, and went straight forward, deep into the red mist.

Tang Xiaomeng sat at the table in his room, flipping through a sheet music.

Although he promised that Qiao Du would not go to the banquet tonight, Tang Xiaomeng still cared very much about Xia Yi's side.

She unconsciously flipped through the score, but her mind was not on it at all.

The memories of the past, the cruel reality, and her own powerlessness all made her feel extremely lost.

In these chaotic times, ordinary people like them are simply powerless to resist.

Outside the window, the red mist was filled, and she looked away from the score, and when she glanced in the mirror, she suddenly noticed that behind her, there seemed to be someone standing there.

She hurriedly turned around.

I saw a tall figure standing there.

The man's face was flat and had no curvature, as if. A paper man.

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