Chapter 632: Haunted House Secret Room

Chapter 642 Haunted House Secret Room

One spring ago, 25-year-old Luo Xian and 19-year-old Bai Huaiguang met for the first time.

At that time, she was far from the store manager who gave orders today, and he was just an albino who suffered discrimination in reality.

Two weak people, in the process of death, terror, and despair, went from strangers to familiarity, and then to companions, and finally became siblings.

The shop assistants often said that if they wanted to go step by step and survive again and again, they had to cut off their seven emotions and six desires and make themselves impeccable.

But who knew that it was precisely because of this extremely harsh environment that the budding of emotions between people would be quickly ripened.

On this road, Luo Xian used her wisdom and talent to ascend to the high position of the head of a store.

At the same time, she also lost her friends, her innocence, and her emotions.

But Bai Huaiguang, a young man who lived in the dark but cared about the sun, was the last spiritual pure land she kept.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.

Once a person has a certain goal, no matter how difficult the wind and rain ahead are, he will go on.

The road to the end of the village became more and more difficult to walk, but the two of them were moving faster and faster.

The journey that originally took more than half an hour to walk was reached in less than 20 minutes.

The garbage dump was full of stench and sewage, and the gap of about half a meter in the middle was the only main entrance.

Looking from the main entrance, in the spacious circular area, there was a dilapidated wooden house tightly surrounded by waste.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of the wooden door of the wooden house hitting the wall with the wind echoed in the ears of the two.

From Luo Xian's perspective, she only saw pure darkness from inside the door.

It seemed that the world inside the house was worse and more dangerous than the gloomy environment outside.

After the baptism of the heavy rain, Luo Xian had already cooled her inner anxiety. She did not rashly step in, but looked around.

After a glance, she looked at the woods on the uphill side of the wooden house.

The woods on the back mountain, just at that location, the madman's residence was actually the same as the back mountain.

After a moment of silence, she looked up at Ji Li and said:

"Manager Ji, although there is a chance that Huai Guang's body is in the wooden house.

I think if he is there, the ghost is also there.

This is a private matter of my sixth branch, and I shouldn't bother you with it, but I don't have anyone I can really use, so..."

Ji Li held his wet long hair with both hands, pulled out a rope from his sleeves and tied it together, and responded calmly:

"It's useless to say more. You break through the front door in the light, and I go around the back door in the dark."

After saying this, he quietly left from behind Luo Xian and disappeared.

Luo Xian looked a little loose in Ji Li's windbreaker, so she took the canvas bag out of the coat and carried it outside.

She took another rope to tie the windbreaker and canvas bag around her waist to prevent the coat from not fitting and the backpack containing the sinful things from falling off.

After doing everything, she moved her stiff limbs and walked towards the door of the wooden house that was constantly flapping in the heavy rain.

The dense and disorderly knocking sound seemed to form a drumbeat in the rain. The closer you get, the more obvious the feeling of anxiety becomes.

Luo Xian wiped the water droplets on her face, gradually narrowed her eyes, and her nerves were tense.

The rich mission experience sent her a dangerous signal.

When she was close to the wooden house, she bent down and picked up a broken umbrella rib from the waste pile.

When she stepped onto the wooden steps, she held the umbrella handle with her right hand and pressed the sharp cut on the top against the restless wooden door.

The strange sound stopped, and Luo Xian stood outside the door, but she smelled a lingering bloody smell.

In such a large-scale rainstorm, the smell of death in this house could not be dissipated. What happened inside?

Luo Xian propped the umbrella ribs on the door panel, leaving a way out for herself, and stepped into the house with one foot.

She only stepped halfway in, and she immediately noticed that this place was unusual.

There was a cold feeling like maggots attached to the bones at the front of the door, as if everything she saw in front of her contained deep malice.

The back of the door was damp and uncomfortable from the rain soaking through the clothes, which was the feedback from the real world.

One door, representing two worlds.

With the faint light, she stayed in a half-entering state, carefully observing the layout of the room.

This was a small house built of trees, with a clear structure. There was nothing except a set of tables and chairs and a bed.

Above the dark tabletop, an old-fashioned electric light that had long been eliminated by the times was swaying in the wind.

Luo Xian still did not move, but took out a strong flashlight from her pocket to illuminate the room.

Rough walls, dirty floors, a bed that exuded a foul smell, and the black tabletop.

The room that was in full view had no trace of Bai Huaiguang's existence.

Luo Xian hesitated, and finally stepped in after stopping for a long time, and entered the room completely from then on.

"Bang!"

However, just as she had just entered the room completely, the door that had been propped up by the ribs of the umbrella was suddenly closed.

Luo Xian's hair stood up completely at this moment, and a strong sense of crisis rose from the depths of her heart.

The strong light swept across every inch of the ground and walls, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

But her intuition, which she had condensed from many near-death experiences, made her feel that there was an extremely terrifying spiritual power in this small room.

She almost turned around and kicked the inside of the door at the moment the door closed.

However, it had no effect except to push her back a few steps.

As she retreated, she bumped into the table and chair in the middle of the room. The chair was kicked over, but the table remained motionless.

Luo Xian steadied herself, knowing that it was hopeless to leave through the main door, so she turned around and climbed onto the table, and then rushed towards the window sill.

However, in the air, she suddenly saw that the small square window had turned into a huge black and white eyeball at this moment.

The pupil of the eyeball reflected Luo Xian's face, and she let her hit herself.

In a hurry, she had to throw the flashlight in her hand, and at the same time, her body fell sideways on the floor.

The plan was that just after she fell, she suddenly felt her palms cool, and a sticky and warm water-like substance seemed to appear on the ground.

The flashlight was not turned off, and after rolling on the ground for a few times, the strong light shone on the wall.

Luo Xian clearly saw that a large amount of scarlet blood was constantly gushing out of the cracks in all the walls of this room.

Especially where she was, the pool of blood had spread to her abdomen.

Before she could react, two pale hands suddenly stretched out from the pool of blood, grabbed her clothes and dragged them down fiercely.

The pool of blood flowed on the floor, but the ghost hands really pulled Luo Xian's body down a few inches.

When Luo Xian fell into the pool of blood and continued to sink, she was not at all panicked. She grabbed back with her palm and grabbed the corner of a chair.

The whole room was a man-eating evil ghost, so everything in it was a representative of the supernatural.

The chair smashed hard at the ghost hands, and indeed forced them back.

But when Luo Xian just stood up, the stool leg she was holding turned into a thin, slippery long tongue.

It went up along her sleeves and skin, and went straight to her heart.

Multiple attacks were hard to defend against, and Luo Xian's face was extremely gloomy. She estimated that it would take at most five seconds for the long tongue to reach her heart.

In these five seconds, she had to find the way out of this house, otherwise she would be unable to escape after dodging one move.

At this moment, she raised her head and suddenly saw the old-fashioned electric light on the table.

In the haunted house that was closed everywhere, this old lamp was still tilted as if it was blown by the wind.

The metal lampshade of the electric light tilted to the west, and Luo Xian looked along it, just aiming at the dirty bed.

A thin black electric light cord hung at the head of the bed, as if waiting for someone to light it.