Chapter 137 Falling Into the Trap

Zhou Rong took a deep breath and said nothing.

Hearing this, Pei Gan couldn't help but sneered, "Mr. Yin is still thoughtful."

Now that he has come in, there is nothing he can do to Jiang Cheng, so a matter that can be big or small is finally left unresolved.

His eyes slowly swept across the room. It was unclear whether there was a problem with the layout of the room or someone had renovated it later. Even at noon, the room was still very dark.

It was like a gray filter.

The three did not dare to separate, so after Zhou Rong simply determined the direction, they moved along the place with better light.

As usual, Zhou Rong was the first, Pei Gan was in the middle, and Jiang Cheng shrank at the end to prevent the ghost from cutting off their retreat.

The floor was an old-fashioned mud floor, so it did not make a "creaking" sound like the old floor, which reduced the risk of exposure.

Although no one expected to deceive the ghost in this way.

But it was better in the heart.

The place they climbed into was a room similar to a living room, which was very large. Zhou Rong came to a slightly translucent wooden board, and then slowly exerted force to pry the board apart.

The sun shone in, and the vision was much clearer.

The decoration of the house was full of age, with hollow carved wooden chairs and a very heavy table.

The table was piled in the corner. Pei Gan walked forward as if he had discovered something and touched it with his hand. After a few seconds, his face suddenly changed, "Locust wood?"

"Locust wood?" Zhou Rong followed closely and looked up and down at this heavy wooden table, but it can be seen that he is not proficient in wood.

So after a moment, Zhou Rong turned his face and said solemnly: "Are you sure it is locust wood?"

Pei Gan nodded heavily, and there was even a trace of panic in his eyes.

For painters, especially Chinese paintings, some older painters are very conservative. Sometimes in order to collect inspiration, they will meet in the countryside to collect folk songs.

There is a saying among the people that "Locust wood cannot be used to make coffins, and willow wood cannot be used to build houses."

The word "槐" means "wood" on the left and "鬼" on the right, so it is also called "鬼木" and "死人木".

When used as a coffin, the deceased will suffer at the least, and the family will be in turmoil at the worst. When people bury the dead with the dead, they also like to use old locust wood to carve some rare toys, and place them a little further away from the coffin to avoid the sun and gather the yin.

In such an old village in the mountains that attaches so much importance to customs, and in a wealthy family, how could there be such a huge locust wood table?

Isn't this cursing yourself?

And the placement of the wooden table is also problematic. It is in the darkest and dampest corner of the room, which makes people suffocate when looking at it.

Something flashed quickly in Pei Gan's eyes, and he thought, but more of it was doubt.

But soon, the doubt was drowned by the sudden fear.

"Not good!" Pei Gan roared, "This room is not for people to live in!"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it. Although his voice was not very loud, in such an environment, as long as he had ears, he would definitely hear it.

Not to mention ghosts.

But what Pei Gan didn't expect was that Zhou Rong and Jiang Cheng in front of him had no intention of stopping him. They didn't even look at him, but looked around nervously.

Pei Gan immediately shut up and followed their line of sight. Then, his breathing became rapid.

The surroundings were once again in a gray state without knowing when. The wooden board that Zhou Rong had just broken off was still embedded in the wall.

The wooden board was fixed around by dozens of large iron nails as thick as baby fingers, as if it was indestructible.

What made Pei Gan even more desperate was that he turned around and found that the window he had just jumped in had disappeared.

At this time, the old players were better than the new players. None of the three shouted because of the sudden change in the surrounding environment, but immediately gathered together and pressed their bodies against the wall.

At least to ensure that the ghost would not attack behind them.

As time passed, the breathing of the three people became more and more sluggish, and even their heartbeats were suppressed to an acceptable range.

Zhou Rong had the habit of meditation. At this moment, he huddled in one place. If his eyes were not vigilantly scanning around, he would doubt whether he was asleep.

Pei Gan, who had just lost his composure, calmed down again. As an excellent Chinese painting master, he would meditate for a period of time before painting.

It was used to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind and reach the stage of concentration required for painting.

Compared with the professionalism of the two, Jiang Cheng seemed much more amateur. He simply leaned against the wall, motionless, and did not make any sound. His body did not rise and fall with his breathing.

On the contrary, if you look from another angle, he is the best hidden among the three at this moment, almost blending into the gloomy environment.

Under the loose pants are taut muscles.

Unlike Zhou Rong and Pei Gan who blindly pursue hiding, he seems to have other plans.

"Beep beep"

"Beep beep"

A sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

It was not fast, but it sounded very powerful, and the reason why it was not described as strange was because Jiang Cheng felt that the sound was familiar.

He searched along the remaining memories in his mind, and the next second, what popped out was the fat man's inappropriate big face.

He could imagine how scared the fat man would be if he was here.

Within three seconds after thinking of the fat man, Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he finally realized what made the sound.

This is the sound of cutting vegetables.

The sound made when the kitchen knife cuts the vegetables and hits the cutting board.

The sound is muffled, and just by this sound, one can imagine that the knife used is definitely not an ordinary household kitchen knife.

It should be a heavy bone-chopping knife that can break bones in one stroke.

Someone is cutting vegetables in this strange building!

With a huge knife!!

Zhou Rong and Pei Gan are not people who are ignorant of the world. They quickly realized the story behind the sound and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was the other side of the room.

There was a half-closed door there, and the sound came from that door.

There was a faint light coming out of the door.

Zhou Rong's throat rolled suddenly.

Pei Gan's face was also very ugly.

As old players, they would not comfort themselves by saying that the door was just a decent woman or a girl who accidentally entered the building and cooked for herself because she was hungry.

What is closer to reality is that there is a ghost with a very miserable death, holding a huge and unknown knife, cutting something.

What could it be?

Zhou Rong inexplicably popped up this thought in his mind.

He didn't know, but it couldn't be vegetables, because he thought ghosts wouldn't be interested in such things.

It was meat, so the meat on the chopping board must be meat!

But what kind of meat

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something that happened to Li Lu last night.

She drank a bowl of meat soup.