Louis Umbro Manor, commonly known locally as the "Red House", is a family estate built by the local merchant Umbro family in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and has had many accidents since the construction of the estate. As early as the time of construction, there were accidents of workers who were killed or injured due to falls or falling structures, and when the manor was first completed and family members began to move in, while the business was advancing by leaps and bounds, family members also died in this place for various reasons - some were missing......... The estate was constantly being built with a variety of buildings, and the Victorian house never stopped being built until the forties – but under the control of the owner at the time, the buildings added to the house became more and more strange and distorted...... This can be seen just by looking at the huge glass conservatory....... in the middle of the conservatory, a huge pool raised above the ground in the middle of the conservatory, and a giant in the ancient Greek style lying in the pool was specially built out of marble.

When the old Umbro died, the heirs did not want to spend any more money on building houses, and Umbro II seemed to be disgusted by the old man's aesthetic style, so he stopped building new buildings – a direct consequence of which was that over time, the Umbro family's business plummeted, and the dead and missing family members were not missing......... In the same year that construction was stopped, Umbro II's wife and brother disappeared in the family's sprawling building, causing a storm. Business was getting worse and worse, Umbro II owed more and more money, and the moment he went bankrupt, the guy hanged himself in the living room of the house......... And his wife disappeared into the house. The Umbro family became fewer and fewer, and the youngest little Umbro moved out of the mansion and mortgaged the house to the bank, but at the end of the eighties of the last century, the little Umbro did not know why he returned to the mansion, and the man, who had been reduced to relying on handouts, left his son at the door of the manor, let him sit on the stone guardrail of the fountain, and walked into the mansion by himself and disappeared...... The child was taken away by the police and never returned to this place.

The local residents all know that no one has ever dared to enter this place - even the mortgage bank was the last caretaker more than ten years ago - a man named Lu Ren who came to study in the East, and as a result, he got a janitor job with a basic salary was found to have left the janitor's hut in front of the iron gate and died in the hall behind the gate, and no one dared to apply for a janitor job in this place again. But nothing happened, no one dared to go in and steal......... However, in order to invest, the bank still has to hire locals to go in regularly to clean or patrol at a high price - basically once a year, and the locals also know the rules of how to enter and leave safely - never go in alone; no matter where you go, you must go with more than three people; you must go in after dawn, you must leave before dark, even the fountain at the entrance of the gate cannot stay; no matter what you see, don't say it, don't care, leave quickly.

The manor was dimly lit on this day, a rare occurrence in recent years, and the locals thought they didn't see it - but no one would pass by on the private road in front of the manor now.......

Bo Fu was now standing outside the iron bars of the manor, his figure obscured by the shadows of the trees, and the fellow just looked at the room that was directly in front of him with the lights on of his house, motionless. "It was originally an ominous land for the Indians, and the colonists occupied this place, and it was their bad luck to build this house......... It's just that now that funny lucky little guy got the book I had written, and came to this place to continue his research - whether that was lucky or unfortunate? Who knows?"

Bo Fu was not ready to enter this manor directly, and it was his current idea to see the lively guys not think it was a big deal......... And in the house, a pale-faced man was studying the parchment book in his hand. The man's fiery red hair had become like withered grass, his eyes were deep-set, and his face was pale, more like a ghost than a human. The man's hands couldn't stop shaking, and he had words in his mouth that were very soft, but they were clearly audible even in the family cemetery behind the house. As these words were recited, a faint mist emanated from the cemetery, and the ground rose and fell as if it were water. As the chapel-like door of the tomb opened, the sound of weeping drifted with the mist. The sound of weeping resonated with the mansion, and in this Victorian mansion, in different places, the whispering weeping and hissing sounded at the behest of the night, and even the moonlight in the sky became dim and eerie. In the distorted moonlight, the monster decorations on the buildings seemed to come to life, hideous and terrifying.

The man's voice grew louder and louder, and there was the sound of gadda and the rubbing of stones against stones in the burial chamber, as if someone was trying to lift a stone coffin. And just when the man's voice reached its climax, a sigh was heard from the mansion, and the man's voice suddenly stopped, and he spat out blood in a big gulp. The flow of blood is as if the person's body contains more blood, more than a person should have. The room quickly turned into a lake of blood, and the man shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a dry bone like a mummy, with the silent wriggling of the carpet, the lake of blood in the room disappeared in an instant, and the bones were also swept into the small compartment on the side, and when the door of the cubicle closed automatically, the mummy could be seen bending his fingers and arms...... The parchment disappeared at the same time, and the eerie feeling of the house grew stronger.

Bo Fu stood outside the house and watched all this, the heavy stone walls could not block his view, and the moment the parchment was swallowed up by the house, Bo Fu laughed. Now the black shadows of the houses completely subverted the normal pattern of light projection, but crawled, wriggled and grew like living creatures, and soon exceeded the confines of the courtyard surrounded by iron bars, and cast shadows even on the deciduous forest outside, and with the appearance of the mist, the branches and leaves of these trees were also like living creatures under the combined action of moonlight and shadows—but when you look closely, they seem to be completely unmoved, distorted, and changed..........

"Now, it's starting to get more and more fun. I really didn't expect such a fun thing... Next, it's time to find some actors. Standing in the distorted shadows, as if untouched by anything, the fellow still had a smiling expression and walked out of the place with a leisurely stride - along the road leading to the Great Iron Gate, the moonlight shining behind him, casting a hideous, large winged shadow in front of him......

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