In the specimen room, there is only a faint purple light.

With the help of purple light, I kept running out, trying to get out of here.

Surrounded by hermetically sealed specimen glass tanks.

Inside were corpses one after another, men and women, of all kinds.

There are fixed human specimens with their chests torn open, and there are also bodies that are seriously ill and have lesions.

I looked at it and saw that the specimens were all facing me.

The dead eyes seemed to say; The feeling of bringing me with me......

I didn't dare to look at them closely, but I kept running in the direction of the gate with my head slightly down.

In the specimen room, in addition to the sound of "knock knock" lapping on the glass jar, it is the sound of formalin swaying in the glass jar.

I felt like I was fast enough, I had run twenty or thirty meters, but I hadn't seen the gate yet.

When I looked up, there was still a dense specimen tank in front of me.

I am still in the center of the specimen room.

"What's going on? Why am I still in the specimen room? ”

I opened my mouth with some trepidation.

Cold sweat has wet my back.

The herbarium is so big, I have run dozens of meters, it is impossible not to run out of the herbarium, let alone not see the door.

When I think about this, I just feel trepidation.

I'm afraid that I'm going to hit the wall!

These glass jars must not let me out.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have run so far and I wouldn't have seen the gate.

Thinking of this, I just stopped.

Standing in the middle of the herbarium, holding the fishbone sword tightly.

I looked around with sincere fear.

The corpses in the glass jar, up and down, all looked at me.

The sound of "bang-la-la" water continued.

From time to time, there was a sound of "bang" slapping on the glass cylinder.

It gives people an extremely strong sense of depression and suffocation.

If it weren't for these days, I would have encountered ghosts one after another, and I had a certain psychological defense against dirty things.

I may have been so frightened that I didn't dare to move, or even fainted.

My eyes widened and I kept telling myself to be calm.

The more this time, the more you can't panic.

He could only hold the fishbone sword and shouted to the surroundings:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the poor road is doomed.

I came here only for personal matters, and I didn't want to disturb you.

Raise your noble hands and let me go. ”

As I spoke, I flashed my fishbone sword and looked around vigilantly.

I don't want to provoke them, and I don't want to be stuck here.

Show the fishbone sword, say the debut number, and show the intention.

It's also a sign to these dirty things.

I'm a Taoist priest, and I have a background.

I'm not here because I have a grudge against them.

Now, I just want to leave, and I don't mean anything else......

I don't know if it's useful or not, so I'll leave it at that anyway.

But as soon as I finished speaking, I noticed that the noise around me gradually began to disappear.

The sound of water in those glass tanks is also calming down a little bit.

I was pleasantly surprised to see this.

It seems that my words are still a bit deterrent.

I didn't hesitate anymore and continued to run in the direction I came from, just wanting to leave quickly.

This herbarium is really weird.

However, after running more than ten meters, I stopped again.

Although, the glass jars in this room have calmed down.

At this moment, there was no sound.

But I still didn't see the gate.

Looking left and right, I was still in the middle of a specimen jar.

The lilac light seemed to make the place a little darker, and it was oozing and weird everywhere.

My face was calm, and it seemed that there were still ghosts playing tricks on me in this room.

Searching through my mind, all the news about the ghost hitting the wall.

But except when I was a child, I heard the old people mention this word, and I didn't know how to deal with it at all.

I looked at my phone and there was no signal.

I asked the master for help, but I couldn't get in touch.

I tentatively wanted to get out of here on my own.

But I found that no matter what direction I was walking, I was walking around the specimen room.

There was only that corpse, a corpse that kept floating and floating in the glass jar.

And the purple lights around are getting weaker and weaker.

It seems to be about to go out.

In the hazy darkness, I saw the corpses in these glass jars, as if they were moving.

I don't think I'm wrong.

Instead, it is speculated that those moving corpses are souls.

After their deaths, they were made into specimens for various reasons.

Maybe the ghosts also stayed here.

These ghosts have been trapped here for a long time, and they have grudges.

Seeing that my yang qi is weak, they want to keep me here, play tricks on me, and torture me.

I exposed my name before.

It should have been partially shocked, otherwise it would be impossible to stop the surrounding movements.

The feeling of coldness has also been reduced by a few points.

But there are also a small number of people who still don't want me to leave.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be stuck here.

Even if I am calm enough to analyze the current situation in such a depressing environment.

But if you want to leave, there is no way.

Just as I was slowly walking between the glass jars, there was a strange sound of "squeaking" directly in front of me.

The light was dim, so I had to turn on my phone flashlight and shine forward.

In this photo, I only saw the end of the dark specimen room.

There was a vague figure standing in front of the glass jar, pulling the lid on top of the jar.

The lid is metal, thick and heavy.

He couldn't pull it, and the metal lid rubbed against the edge of the glass jar, making that screeching sound.

Seeing such a scene, he was horrified.

Subconsciously, I took two steps back......

The, it's there again.

I clenched the fishbone sword in my hand, ready to do it.

And the figure, after pulling open the lid of the glass cylinder, slowly turned around.

Facing my direction, beckoned to me.

He didn't say anything, but I could see what it meant.

It's trying to get me through.

No, to be precise, he probably wanted me to go to the glass jar.

Like them, soaked in formalin to become a specimen.

, it looks like I'm underestimating their malice.

I just guessed that these things were probably just there to scare me and tease me.

Now it looks like they were trying to kill me.

The distance is relatively far, and I can't see his appearance clearly at all.

I understand that it must not be passed......

I immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.

But who knows, I've just run a few steps.

I noticed that the figure had reappeared in front of me.

Still in that position, holding the lid of the glass cylinder with one hand, while waving to me.

I froze in place.

In this ghostly wall, there is no sense of direction at all.

No matter what direction I go, I'm going to bump into this ghost.

I took a sharp breath.

Even if I was terrified, at this time, I made a bold decision.

Since you can't leave, don't go.

Instead of running in panic, it is better to deal with it head-on.

Besides, I still have an exorcism fishbone sword engraved with eighteen inscriptions in my hand......