A haunted house.
For most people, it was a place that did not exist in reality.
The absurd thing was that most people who came to the haunted house did not actually want to see ghosts.
This kind of strange mentality was really too subtle.
Perhaps it was because they realized that everything was fake, like a dream that they would eventually wake up from, that they could immerse themselves in this temporary horror and experience a rare sense of excitement and surprise.
But thinking about it this way, he felt that it was the same as the Cooking Demon Competition. It was also a shortcut to hell.
In the gloomy haunted house, Huai Shi looked around calmly, his mind still free to wander. Although it was fake, the atmosphere gave him a rare sense of intimacy. It was like coming to a cozy hotel that allowed people to fully relax.
It was not actually a hotel.
It was a hospital.
The visitors were purposely separated from the front and back, so they could not group together to disperse the loneliness and fear. They could only explore the dust-covered, abandoned building with their companions.
The dim flickering light, the strange stains on the ground that had long dried, and the traces of scratching and struggle on the walls.
Pain was written everywhere.
It was like the diary of a sixteen-year-old literary teenager. Looking at it did not feel scared, but a sense of shame.
"So cute." Huai Shi looked at the electrotherapy chair covered in blood and sighed softly.
"Huh?" Zhen Xi was confused.
"I mean, the designer of this place is so gentle." Miss Huai Zhi smiled. "If only a really sunken place could be so quiet."
Wasn't there something wrong with it?
Zhen Xi felt like there were a hundred thousand question marks in her head.
What happened to being scared? Didn't she say that she would shiver in his arms? Why did Miss Huai Zhi feel like she had entered a sanatorium after entering the haunted house? Even the air seemed fresh.
Was this place not scary?
She pulled open the cabinet and looked at the bloody severed hand inside. She fell into deep thought. To be honest, this is really scary, right?
Could it be that Miss Huai Zhi is afraid of different types?
That's right, some people might not be afraid of corporeal monsters like zombies and monsters. Instead, they might be afraid of ghosts!
Hearing the faint screams of other tourists in front of her, Makoto quietly clenched her small fists, full of expectation. Staff, please do your best, let Miss Huai Kiki see the power of the Yingzhou demons!
After passing through the dilapidated hall, they entered the sickroom where props and corpses were hung. Finally, the main event was here.
The morgue!
The morgue, what a horrible place. It was the resting place of the dead, the place with the highest number of supernatural stories, and at the same time, the source of terror in many people's nightmares.
Oh, this chilliness, the air conditioner must be very strong, right?
Those STAFF members who were lying on the ground pretending to be corpses must be having a hard time, right? Please try your best to scare Miss Huai Zhi.
Filled with anticipation for the Haunted House, Makoto grabbed Miss Hanakami's hand and walked into the thick fog that rushed at them.
"The cage is opening, the cage is opening, the bird in the cage wants to escape ~"
There seemed to be a faint singing in her ears, echoing in this silent corridor like crying and complaining. And in the singing, traces of scarlet blood seeped out from the wall, bringing with them the unique sweet smell of fresh blood.
It was like pairs of eyes opened on the pale wall, staring at Makoto with empty eyes. The souls wandering in the wall were singing loudly, "The cage is opening, the cage is opening, the bird in the cage wants to escape ~"
Makoto's eyes widened in shock.
That's amazing!
Is this the surround sound of the Reality Realm!
And, the blood on the wall, it looks real … and the eyes on the wall, they look real too! They can even blink when you poke them.
The Haunted House is amazing!
"Miss Huai Kiki, Miss Huai Kiki, look!"
She turned around in surprise, wanting to show her discovery to her companions, but she realized that there was no one behind her. That familiar figure had disappeared without her noticing.
Only a strange silhouette slowly emerged from the pungent fog, slowly walking toward her.
The sad singing echoed in the silent corridor.
It made Makoto freeze on the spot.
They were singing softly, softly asking questions in her ears:
"… … Just before dawn, who was the person looking at you from behind?"
.
.
"The cage is opening, the cage is opening, the bird in the cage wants to escape ~"
The moment the singing began, Huai Shi felt that something was wrong — — everyone's Origin Substance fluctuations disappeared, as if they had left in an instant.
The entire Haunted House was sealed off by darkness.
Something is wrong here!
When he finally confirmed this, he clenched his cold, trembling hand, feeling as if his sharp nails were about to cut into his palm.
There was no warmth at all.
When he turned around, he saw that Makoto, who was holding his hand, had at some point become a pale, strange figure with her head lowered.
A pair of scarlet eyes looked up from her jet-black hair, staring venomously at Miss Huai Kiki, who was right in front of her.
In an instant, she lunged at him.
Then, Huai Shi raised his hand and pushed forward.
With a low muffled sound, the arm that brushed past the strange woman's head pressed against the wall. A huge force leaked out, leaving deep cracks in the wall.
Countless specks of dust fell, landing on the lifeless, distorted face. Such an intimate kabedon, but it didn't make the other party feel any warmth.
There was no bashfulness, only the horror of being trampled by a giant elephant.
Even ghosts had the talent to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Otherwise, why would they always scare children and bully little girls? Why not look for retired Soldier Kings and fierce men who returned from ten years of military service to find their daughters living in a doghouse?
The soft persimmon in her imagination was like a Transformer, instantly changing into a grenade that was close at hand.
Even the crazed Remnant Spirit felt an instant of shock and fear.
Then, she saw the darkness behind Huai Shi, as well as countless hungry and ferocious scarlet eyes in the darkness.
The Blade of Hatred swept past, and in an instant, the strange figure disappeared without a trace. Even the original white clothes were not left behind, devoured by the thirsty Crows.
That's it?
Huai Shi scratched his head and looked behind him.
He couldn't see any trace of Zhen Xi, but he could sense her condition.
Since he suspected that there might be something wrong with the haunted house, Huai Shi naturally wouldn't forget to plant eyes on his employer. There were two Eligence-transformed Crows hiding in the balloon in her hand. Because of this, he could feel a sense of absurdity — Zhen Xi's mood seemed to be as calm as usual, even excited and surprised.
That silly girl, don't tell me she thinks she's still in a haunted house?
That's enough.
But since he could confirm that she wouldn't be in any danger for a while, then he could deal with everything in front of him without worry.
Just behind the open door in front of Huai Shi, in the real morgue, all the cabinets suddenly shook violently.
The sharp sound of the cabinets rubbing against each other kept bursting out.
The dead sleeping in the low temperature opened their eyes again. They wriggled their rapidly mutating limbs, like spiders, using their hands and feet to crawl slowly between the walls and the ceiling.
Pale faces were raised at strange angles, the empty eyes reflected the lonely figure of Suko in their arms.
High pitched screams.
At this moment, at this place, everything in the haunted house had been quickly sealed off the moment the secret device was activated, becoming completely different from the real world.
— — Artificial Miniature Hell, Magic Hour!
All the scenes in the visitors' nightmares crawled out of the illusion and crawled toward Huai Shi.
Sticky blood rain dripped from the ceiling bit by bit, falling into Huai Shi's hands, quickly rotting, drying, and turning into dull dust.
The smell of the corpse mixed with the antiseptic became stronger and stronger.
Huai Shi couldn't help but nod in praise.
That's more like it.
A good performance … Unfortunately, there were too few people.
"Well, at least hire a few more extras."
In his hand, the hilt of the Blade of Resentment turned slightly, and with a shake of his wrist, it swept forward with a shrill sound. The violently trembling blade was like the hungry mouths of countless Crow, instantly sweeping through the corpse in front of him. Then, several pieces of tragic wreckage fell to the ground.
The uneven gap was like the mark of being pecked by a bird's beak.
It was still spasming, but it quickly turned into mist. The mist couldn't dissipate because long before that, the Crow buried in the sanctuary had already eaten happily.
They didn't let go of a trace.
"Holy! Holy! Holy!!! "
The Crow praised excitedly, vaguely expressing: Although the taste is average, this free buffet is good, not enough, more, autumn pear cream … In short, a bunch of messy food.
Surrounded by the corpses, Huai Shi suddenly became worried.
These guys eat so much every day. What if in the future they become like the fat horse at home, too fat to fly?
But he couldn't care so much … Children should eat more when they are still growing.
Therefore, amidst the screams of the corpses, Miss Paper raised her head, revealing a happy smile, and expressed her gratitude to the monsters in front of her.
"Ashi ashi ashi ashi ashi ashi!"
The loud sound of iron crystal proliferation burst out in an instant, rapidly extending from the length of the tachi. The Blade of Resentment was growing, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge scale that almost filled the entire morgue.
12.453 meters!
In the darkness, the 'Ugly' who peeped at the stab froze on the spot in disbelief.
What the hell was that?
It was just like the iron poles erected between the walls, humming with resentment, overflowing with ferocious blood and cold light.
Now, with Huai Shi's movements, the huge sharp blade slowly lifted, and then began to violently spin!
The last thing that could be heard was a crisp click.
That was the sound of Huai Shi closing the door behind him.
It was as if he had pressed the switch of a juicer.
A mournful howl burst out, swallowing everything.
It wasn't limited to the hilt. Huai Shi's fleeting figure moved forward in an instant. He raised a finger, propped up the fulcrum of the Blade of Resentment, and guided and pulled the violent blade to begin to spin!
The storm began at this moment.
The high-pitched screams of the crows overlapped in one place and spread out with a bang. Countless mournful blood sprayed in all directions, dyeing everything in a ferocious scarlet color.
Slash, slash, slash!
It wasn't as stiff and rigid as imagined. Instead, it was so nimble that it could drive people crazy.
In the violent spin, the blade that had almost turned into a wheel kept shrinking and extending, freely changing its size. With the push of Huai Shi's palm, it changed its angle and wandered to every corner of the enclosed space.
Countless deep slash marks were left on the walls, iron cabinets, dissection tables, and even the bodies of the monsters.
It slaughtered the ghosts at an unparalleled speed.
Just like the propaganda of every high-end wall-breaking machine, it broke the barrier between every cell membrane and fully squeezed out every trace of nutrients in the food.
It was an endless ravage.
Until all humans gathered in one place and turned into a cup of nutritious and healthy juice …
When the terrifying spin came to an abrupt end, there was no complete object in the room except for the blood-stained figure.
Even after being chopped into pieces, the undead monsters could still get up and continue to fight. However, in this exquisite destruction of the millimeter scale, they also welcomed the literal meaning of — not even their bones were left behind!
What kind of monster was that!
In the gap of darkness, the ninja codenamed Ugly was shocked by the tragic scene.
It was unbelievable.
The dark secret instrument that he was so proud of, the endless' zombie march ', was destroyed so easily!
Now, he no longer had any courage to fight. Only endless fear surged in his heart, devouring his reason and soul. He wanted to escape impatiently.
He must tell Ko, must tell the others, what the hell they had awakened!
But right at that moment, an ice-cold hand pressed down on his shoulder. It was so gentle.
A beautiful face stained with blood slowly peeked out from behind his shoulder, looking at his distorted face, smiling sweetly, whispering softly in his ear,
"I found you ~"
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