Chapter 624 Attempt

After leaving the abandoned garden, Jiang Qingluan rushed to the third area without stopping. This was a quiet grove. Outside the grove, she found a mark. It was in a conspicuous position, and a big fork appeared on the ground.

In addition, on the outermost tree, two tree branches were inserted diagonally, forming a fork mark.

This was left by Lou Huiyang. After seeing the mark, Jiang Qingluan did not go into the woods to explore, but circled outside the woods at the fastest speed. She found two rows of footprints on the wet land, belonging to two different people.

One row of footprints entered the woods, but never came out again. The owner of the other row of footprints left a mark and went to the last area at the same time.

After wasting too much time in the second area, Jiang Qingluan chose to trust his teammates this time and went straight to the fourth area.

Standing outside the mud pit, Jiang Qingluan saw the footprints in the mud pit. The footprints seemed to be completely disordered and extremely messy. Then Jiang Qingluan found the footprints and traces of the man when he went down to the mud pit, but did not find the way out.

Her heart was in a knot. She knew that this person must have been tricked, because if this person left alive, he would definitely put a similar mark nearby.

Standing outside the pool, Jiang Qingluan could not feel any gloomy and threatening aura, but that did not mean it did not exist.

She had to go down and take a look in person.

The current progress was much slower than planned, but the slower it was, the less mistakes could be made, otherwise it would be fatal. She made up her mind to at least eliminate all hidden dangers in the four areas for Yang Xiao and Xiang Fengchen and leave marks.

As for what happened next, she had no time to think about it, and she could not do it.

Jumping down the mud, Jiang Qingluan strode between the potholes and puddles. At this time, her candle was less than one-third left, and the incense was half burned. She was destined to fall, but the difference was that she could do more for her teammates behind her before she fell.

She was not used to trusting others, but now, she had to do it.

"Tread."

"Tread."

"Tread."

The footsteps shuttled freely in the pool. She followed the footprints left by the former and confirmed several larger puddles one after another. No accidents happened, nor did she feel the familiar cold breath. Until this moment, Jiang Qingluan was sure that the threat here had been eliminated.

After climbing out of the pool, Jiang Qingluan whispered a thank you, paying tribute to the teammate who left a mark and fell in the pool.

Finally, she finally came to the building in front of her. It was a dim attic. Although it only had two floors, it was not small in scale. Including this time, she had come here for the third time, but this time, the building gave her a completely different feeling.

She rarely used "spiritual" to describe a dead thing, but now, standing here, standing in front of this gloomy and dull building, she felt this way.

She could feel that this attic was alive and had a soul. In the uncertain darkness inside, there was a pair of eyes staring at her.

Taking a deep breath and confirming that the lantern and incense on her body were fine, Jiang Qingluan stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door with force.

The wooden door was very heavy, and it made a harsh friction sound when it was opened. As the door was pushed open, a dull and decayed smell came to her face, as if she had traveled through an entire dynasty in an instant.

Stepping into the attic, the feeling of being spied on became stronger and stronger. Jiang Qingluan stood still for a moment and then made a bold move. She slowly turned around and closed the heavy wooden door behind her. She saw the courtyard behind her getting smaller and smaller, turning into a gap, and finally disappearing.

After the door was completely closed, Jiang Qingluan seemed to be in a completely unfamiliar world. The cold feeling instantly enveloped her, bringing a fatal threat.

But this was exactly what she wanted. Now her most precious thing was time. What she wanted was to lure the other party out as quickly as possible, or to sense the other party's position and bring it out.

The hall was empty, and the ground was full of traces left by heavy objects being dragged. It seemed that this place was once filled with furniture and other objects, but for some reason, it was later emptied.

Except for the different feeling, the visual aspect is still the same. There is a door on each side of the hall. The door on the left is open and empty. Jiang Qingluan remembered that the man bathed in this room when she first came.

She didn't remember the door on the right very well. She didn't look closely the last time she came. She didn't remember whether it was locked, but she didn't open it now.

Following her memory, she first came to the room on the far left. The space inside was not large. After walking around, she didn't feel anything unusual. To confirm, she closed the door again and sealed herself in this room.

Close your eyes and feel carefully.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes. There should be nothing wrong with this room, but when she opened the door,

she felt a gust of cold wind blowing on her face. The lantern swayed from side to side, and even blew the candlelight in the lantern to the point of collapse.

Calming down her mind, Jiang Qingluan walked through the hall and went straight to the room on the right. The door was not locked and opened with a push. Inside was a utility room with many luxurious wooden furniture, including an eight-immortal table, a chair with a backrest, a screen, and some strange objects that she couldn't name for the time being. It can be seen that these things were temporarily piled here, and it must not have been for a long time. There was almost no dust on them.

Jiang Qingluan judged that this attic must have been occupied before, and it was emptied not long before they came.

In other words, it was specially prepared for people like them,

to lure them into a trap.

That's about it.

This room is actually larger than the room on the left as a whole, but there are a lot of things accumulated, which makes it look much cramped. Following the old rules, Jiang Qingluan turned around and closed the door, separating the room from the hall. Feel fine.

But the moment the door closed, Jiang Qingluan clearly felt a sense of malice, and she turned around instantly.

Staring behind him, he waved his right arm subconsciously. If there were ashes in his palm, he would scatter them at once.

Hu's chest heaved violently, Jiang Qingluan leaned against the door, sweat beads rolling on her forehead. At that moment, she almost thought she was going to die.

Why?

Why is that feeling of dying so strong?

Jiang Qingluan, who was still undecided, couldn't explain it. She guessed that it might be because her movements and behaviors were too intense, which triggered some unknown reaction.

However, that feeling cannot be faked. Jiang Qingluan gradually calmed down his nervous mood and stared at the nearby place...:...in this room, there must be something wrong!

Gathering up the courage, Jiang Qingluan held a lantern and wandered around the house, her shoes making squeaking sounds from time to time on the old floor.

In such a tense and depressing environment, every little accident will be magnified countless times. The role of the lantern in her hand is getting smaller and smaller at this moment, and the flames are gradually fading, just like a dying old man who is about to swallow his breath. Take the last breath out of your throat.

As the lighting range became smaller and smaller, the environment inside the house gradually became weird. When the peripheral light swept over, the furniture located slightly further away seemed to be assimilated by the darkness, turning into some vague dark black outlines.

Sometimes Jiang Qingwan would have inexplicable palpitations, perhaps due to psychological effects, as if a black outline suddenly moved.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

In order to ensure the range of sight, Jiang Qingluan had to change positions all the time, but this still could not bring her enough security. Most importantly, she did not have much time.

The dark and depressing feeling was constantly eroding her heart. She took a few steps quickly, wanting to open the door and take a breath.

But the moment her fingers touched the door, she gave up again. Now was a perfect opportunity for her to confirm an abnormality that could not be confirmed in a short time.

Once she opens the door, she feels a sense of security that she hasn't felt in a long time, but at the same time, her plan will come to nothing.

Whether it is light or heavy, she can carry it clearly.

Pressing the door tightly, Jiang Qingluan turned around again and walked towards the darkness, but this time she moved much slower, taking every step very steadily.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

Until she stopped, and at this moment, Jiang Qingluan's tense expression was finally broken, and she heard.

She took a step forward.

"Crunch."

Then he returned to his original position.

"Gah."

“Sure enough, there’s something wrong with Crunch!!

She lowered her head and looked down. The wooden board under her feet was dirty. She didn't see anything wrong with it, but strangely, she made two creaking sounds every time she stepped on it.

And the second sound was obviously not right. After careful identification, I felt that the sound did not come from under my feet, but from somewhere around me.

The tail sound is also longer. It is not the sound that should be made by the cracks in the floor, but rather like an old door being pushed open.

Either the soles of dirty shoes were rubbing against the table, or the rope used to hang a body was hanging gently on the beam.

These three scenes were almost forced into Jiang Qingluan's mind, and as she looked around, she discovered the truth about the rash man.

Not far to her left, behind a chair, stood a large wardrobe made of mahogany. The door of the wardrobe was unlocked.

A gap was exposed, as if it could be opened at any time.

Not far to the right, there is a black Eight Immortals table. There are obvious scratch marks on the corners of the table, as if someone had stepped on the table and hanged itself.

In addition, when she raised her head and raised the lantern high, the scene in front of her made her feel dazed for a moment. Directly above her head, directly across the beam, the top of the beam was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see clearly. Is there something hidden?

It was just a brief hesitation, the firelight in the lantern became weaker, and the surrounding darkness took a step closer to Jiang Qingluan.

It's too late, you have to make a choice. There are many dangers here, but you can choose one of three. The probability is too low.

Jiang Qingwan remembered that Xiang Fengchen had reminded her before going out to pay attention to the top of her head, but that was just a reminder. She did not dare to bet, and could not place her only hope on Xiang Fengchen's words. The other party was not a god.

It's impossible to anticipate everything.

She had to solve the anomaly in this room, otherwise Yang Xiao might be left to cause some trouble, or the whole army might be annihilated.

Calculating the current cost, she still has a chance of ashes, but if she thinks about it carefully, she should have two chances, and the second trial and error will be her life.

There is no use keeping this body. Once the candle burns out, she will be finished.

The Yi religion she belongs to has the same origin as the Japanese ghost religion, and both have their own understandings of ghosts and gods. After a brief thought, she launched a crazy plan in her mind.

Right there, she sat down and placed the lantern on the ground. The wolf bit her finger and drew a picture on the ground. Three frames of different sizes were drawn to represent the three rooms on the left, middle and right, which is the layout of the attic floor. She also drew a cross in the room on the left, a question mark in the middle hall, and the room on the far right where she is now.

A heavy exclamation point was drawn.

There is a problem with this room, as long as Yang Xiao is not a fool, you can see it.

In addition, three positions were made in the frame of the right room and written in the corresponding position.

Wardrobe.

Fangliang.

Eight Immortals.

Worried about Yang Xiao Yan's time, she bit her fingers intimately and painted the blood stains when the stamping would make two sounds.

Also lead a arrow to mark "stepping".

With this strategy like a nanny, she believes that Yang Xiao will definitely have a problem. Next, she should do what she should do.

She left the only half -packet of ashes in her hand, folded it, and gently put it on the ground. She couldn't use it.

After keeping the blood -colored pattern on the ground, after confirming that it is correct, Jiang Qing raised his hand and wrote two words after the wardrobe:

try.

That's right, she must use her body as a chip to verify whether there is a ghost hidden here. If there is,

Then she will disappear, but for the later person Yang Xiao, this is the opening test, using the ashes she left,

It will be easily cleared.

Take a step back. If there is no problem with opening the wardrobe door by herself, then it proves that it is not a problem with the wardrobe. She can leave this life and continue to try. This is a steady -earned sale.

There is not much time. The candles are about to ignite, and only 2 or 3 minutes are left. She puts the rest of the fragrance, raised the lantern, resolutely walked towards the wardrobe, took a deep breath, hurriedly held her hand and pulled her hand and pulled her hands. open.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

When he opened his eyes, Jiang Qingwan realized that he was okay. He was still in this room without being attacked, and the wardrobe was empty.

She quickly returned to the original land, marked safety after the wardrobe, and added the word two after the three words of the Baxian table.

This time, her goal is the Eight Immortals table.

When she came to the table, she tried to touch the places where there was friction on the corner of the table with her hands, but no abnormalities happened.

The candlelight is about to extinguish, and she has begun to flash with Jiang Qingwan's movements. She holds the corner of the table with one hand.

In a very flexible and elegant way, I jumped into this eight immortal table that was painted into a dark black, and the heavy table board shook a bit.

One second before the candlelight went out, Jiang Qingyu, who had no time to stand upright, was looking down, and was seeing a thriller. She was standing in front of the palm of her table and was standing with a pair of tightly deformed feet.

The toes are close together, facing her direction.