"Why doesn't the rain stop?" Ruan Ying couldn't help sighing as she looked at the heavy rain outside the door.
Le Tong had a smile on his face: "It's also very good here, it doesn't matter if you stay for a few more days."
"It's not always good to trouble people." Yin Jiayan said lightly.
"If only I could hold a few books in my hand, it would be nice to have a cup of hot tea at hand." Le Tong murmured.
When her voice fell, a white hand entered her line of sight. A book was held in the hands of the man, and on the cover was written The Mystery of the Greek Coffin. Le Tong's eyes lit up: "Is this book out of print?" Saying that, Le Tong raised her head and looked at the person who came. The young man in a white nightgown stood in front of her, his attitude was obviously still that indifferent, but for no reason he gave birth to a sense of urgency. Gentle flavors come.
Hang Qing said lightly: "the tea leaves are in the second cabinet on the left."
Le Tong hugged the book excitedly: "Okay, great! Thank you!"
Fu Yunjing was lying on the sofa on the side, plugged in his headphones and didn't know what he was listening to, but at this time he suddenly stood up and stuck his head out: "I also feel very bored."
"What do you need?" Hang Qing's attitude was still cold.
It was as if they were insignificant duckweeds in the eyes of this young man. Fu Yunjing thought to himself. It really doesn't taste like that. How can we tear off the indifferent appearance of teenagers
So Fu Yunjing hooked his finger: "Let's chat for a while."
Hang Qing looked at him silently without moving his footsteps. It looked like a little white rabbit who was pushed to the extreme, unwilling to move but had to move. Fu Yunjing suddenly felt that the young man's appearance was so interesting, he even wanted to see the young man's indifferent face dyed a little crimson.
After a while, Hang Qingcai walked to Fu Yunjing's side and sat down as if embarrassed.
Although the three people on the other end were doing their own thing, their eyes followed Hang Qing unconsciously.
"Is this castle often haunted?" Fu Yunjing asked.
They pricked up their ears.
"Well." Hang Qing replied in a low voice.
Fu Yunjing couldn't help sitting up straight, so that he could take a better look at the young man in front of him: "Why can't you leave this old castle? Could it be... You are the Earthbound Spirit here?" Fu Yunjing suddenly changed his voice.
Everyone else was startled instinctively.
Yin Jiayan said, "Impossible."
Fu Yunjing gave him a funny look: "You want to say that you believe in science, there are no ghosts in this world?"
Yin Jiayan pursed his lips and looked at Hang Qing: "he doesn't... he looks like a ghost. It's too offensive for the senior to say that."
Fu Yunjing apologized very cheerfully: "...that's my offense, sorry. Are you willing to forgive me?" After he finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on Hang Qing, as if he was looking at a toy that he couldn't put down.
Hang Qing turned his face away coldly.
Only then did Fu Yunjing restrain his gaze, and said with a light smile, "You have such a thin skin..."
Hang Qing said in his heart, I can still tear my face off for you to see, do you dare to see it
But Hang Qing still had a cold expression on his face. He sat there stiffly, as if he was thin-skinned and shy and not good at words. The more everyone looked at him like this, the more they ruled out the possibility that he would be a ghost.
Besides, where is it so easy to hit a ghost? Life is not a ghost novel.
However, the crystal lamps hanging above their heads suddenly shook, the lights flickered and flickered. At this moment, it was still raining heavily outside the castle, and a thunderstorm suddenly sounded, startling everyone.
Only Hang Qing was still sitting there, looking a little out of place.
Le Tong stunned and said: "It can't be crow's mouth like this? Is it really going to hell?"
Her voice fell, and the crystal lamp above her head began to make a more sour sound - "creak, squeak."
Le Tong unconsciously wanted to grab Fu Yunjing's arm, and muttered, "Senior..." Ruan Ying also called out "Yin Jiayan". But both of them felt empty. The light of the crystal lamp was getting dim, Le Tong and Ruan Ying panicked slightly for a while, and shouted in unison: "Senior?" "Yin Jiayan?"
Hang Qing looked at it silently, and suddenly Fu Yunjing and Yin Jiayan appeared on both sides of him. What gave them the illusion that he was more vulnerable and in need of protection
With a sound of "Kara", the crystal lamp completely lost its light.
The hall suddenly became dark, and only the lightning flashed outside the window, and some snow-white light could still shine in. But this scene is more like a classic horror movie scene. The two girls' teeth chattered.
In the darkness, Hang Qing felt a hand stretched out from the left and squeezed his wrist: "are you really not afraid at all?"
Hang Qing freed his hand. At this time, another hand on the right raised up and touched Hang Qing's shoulder with great restraint: "are you okay?"
"... I'm fine." Hang Qing said in a low voice.
The feeling of being caught between two boys is really embarrassing, Hang Qing pulled away and walked forward, and quickly stepped up the stairs. Le Tong looked in his direction in astonishment: "Mr. Su? What are you doing, Mr. Su?"
Ruan Ying was already a little panicked and shouted in a low voice, "I'm afraid..."
The two boys didn't say a word at this time, as if they were waiting for something more terrifying to come in the dark night.
At this time, there was another "click" sound. Ruan Ying screamed in fright.
However, the next moment, the hall was lit up again. The four exchanged glances blankly.
This Hang Qing walked downstairs slowly: "what's the panic? One light is off, and there are others."
Le Tong was stunned, and then burst into tears: "Yes! One lamp is broken, and there are other lamps."
But Hang Qing couldn't help frowning. He looked at the wall behind Le Tong and others. The other four also faintly noticed that his gaze was not right, and they all turned their heads.
On the wall, an extremely huge shadow was reflected, and the shape of the shadow was irregular, almost engulfing their shadows in it. This scene is so chilling. They all shivered, and Ruan Ying screamed again: "What should I do? Is this a real ghost? Is it a real ghost!"
Ruan Ying's face was pale, and the two were fighting. Seeing that she was about to fall behind her, Le Tong hurriedly supported her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Le Tong's own voice trembled slightly. After all, she had never been in such a truly terrifying environment before.
Hang Qing was expressionless.
I have never seen the world.
Stupid? It was his shadow.
After all, is it a ghost, the shadow reflected is of course more terrifying.
"Run!" Hang Qing reminded them aloud.
"Right, run, run!" Le Tong shouted like waking up from a dream.
Fu Yunjing turned around and glanced at Hang Qing, then walked in the direction of Hang Qing. This Yin Jiayan unconsciously took two steps forward, and finally stopped again. This Ruan Ying has grabbed Yin Jiayan and shouted in a trembling voice, "Let's run!"
This Fu Yunjing has already walked to Hang Qing's front. He grabbed Hang Qing's wrist and drove Hang Qing to run upstairs quickly: "do you think it will be safer upstairs?"
The young man's blood is probably always boiling, and Fu Yunjing's palm shows a scorching temperature. For Hang Qing, whose body temperature is not like a living person, he was a little uncomfortable for a while, which made him have the urge to break free.
Fu Yunjing's fingers firmly clasped his wrist.
That won't work...
If it is found out that he has no pulse, wouldn't the vest just drop out as soon as he appeared on the field? Hang Qing said coldly: "relax."
"... so temperamental?"
"release."
Fu Yunjing reluctantly withdrew his hand: "I don't know what's wrong, Mr. Su..."
"This is my home, I believe you should rely on me more." Hang Qing turned his head and glanced away quickly. But that look seemed to say that he was the one who didn't know the good and the bad.
Fu Yunjing was choked for a moment and laughed, "Yes, here, we should all listen to you."
While they were talking, they had already gone up to the third floor. Running at such a fast pace, Fu Yunjing didn't even look breathless, and Hang Qing naturally didn't have it either. A ghost, where are you going to catch your breath? If it's really out of breath, it should be resurrection.
Hang Qing raised his hand and turned on the lights on the corridor on the third floor. The warm light shone down, and the three of them, Le Tong, who ran up behind them, breathed a sigh of relief. Hang Qing has already restrained the shadow of a ghost. However, this ancient castle did not intend to let them go so easily...
The oil painting hanging at the end of the corridor suddenly fell, smashing the glass trophy placed on the cabinet.
Everyone screamed in horror.
Hang Qing thought about it for a while, and then gave a symbolic "ah". Always go with the flow.
Strange footsteps sounded.
"Da da da."
It seemed to be slowly approaching them from the front.
The lights in the corridor went off again, and the footsteps became clearer. It was like a bang on Hang Qing's eardrum. Hang Qing couldn't help but feel a little hair in his heart. A hand came over from the side again and touched the back of his hand. Followed by Fu Yunjing's voice, "I'm very scared, can you give me a hand?" Fu Yunjing's voice sounded serious.
Hang Qing: "..." If he hadn't known that Fu Yunjing was the villain long ago, I'm afraid he would have really believed this man's nonsense.
"Really cold..." Fu Yunjing said in a low voice, "Or are you shy?"
Fu Yunjing didn't know when he got close to his neck and almost pressed his ear. Hang Qing raised his hand mercilessly and waved Fu Yunjing's face away.
"Xue, senior? Are you there?" Le Tong's voice was stiff.
Only then did Fu Yunjing let out a lazily "um", but his interest was obviously halved compared to when he was talking to Hang Qing.
"What the hell is it? Is this a haunted house?" Ruan Ying's voice already revealed a faint cry.
Hang Qing said in his heart, why is there no reliable one? Or is it the first time they encountered such a situation and haven't adapted to it for a while? Hang Qing remembered that in the original plot, they were all strong.
Thinking about it, Hang Qing took out the pocket flashlight in the pocket of his nightgown.
A beam of light shot out from his hand, Le Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became a little embarrassed: "So Mr. Su was already prepared..."
Hang Qing's face was cold.
Let the ghosts illuminate you, can you waste a little more
"Ah!" Ruan Ying's screams again broke the temporarily calm atmosphere. She pointed at the front corridor at a loss, and everyone followed it.
Under the pale light of the flashlight, a strange Trojan horse kept swaying forward, "da, da", and as it swayed again and again, the Trojan got closer.
"Ah!" Ruan Ying couldn't control it any longer, and screamed in shock.
Yin Jiayan frowned, raised his foot and kicked the horse away. "Crash", the Trojan hit the wall and broke apart. Hang Qing raised his flashlight and looked over there. The disintegrated Trojan horses quickly regrouped and came towards them again. The rattling sound resounded again, making people fall into a disturbed situation.
Fu Yunjing quietly walked into the room on the left, and when he came out again, he had a sledgehammer in his hand, looking like a murderer from an American thriller.
The corners of Hang Qing's mouth twitched.
What does he want to do
Fu Yunjing stepped forward and easily swung the sledgehammer in his hand. With Ruan Ying's exclamation, Fu Yunjing smashed the Trojan horse away again. He kept repeating this action until the Trojan horse was completely damaged and could no longer be spliced together, and then Fu Yunjing put down the sledgehammer in his hand.
The wooden horse made a sour "squeak" sound, as if trying desperately to get up, but the wooden shelf made a few "cluck" sounds, and finally collapsed unwillingly.
Hang Qing: "… "
The other three: "… "
"Senior, good, very powerful." Le Tong stammered.
The lights in the corridor quickly returned to normal, the wooden horse was still lying scattered there, and the fallen oil painting was still pressing a pile of glass scum. Fu Yunjing raised his foot and walked forward, and the others followed without hesitation.
Don't you know that in those horror movies, the more separated you are, the easier it is to be killed? Le Tong felt that based on her years of experience in writing supernatural novels, she must follow Fu Yunjing and Mr. Su closely at this time.
Fu Yunjing stopped in front of the cabinet and picked up the oil painting. The glass frame outside the oil painting was slightly cracked, but this did not affect the beauty of the oil painting. The person who draws should be very skilled, and the artistic conception on the picture is really beautiful enough. It was a sea of white roses, and a person stood in the sea of flowers. It was a young man in a white robe. He almost merged with the whole sea of flowers. Only the long black hair that fell on his shoulders made him stand out. stand up.
The person who paints seems to have put all their efforts into it, so the things and characters appearing in the picture are extremely beautiful. When people see this painting, they immediately feel a kind of extremely strong love. meaning.
"So beautiful!" Le Tong was stunned: "Is this... Mr. Su?"
"It's really beautiful..." Fu Yunjing said in a low voice.
Fu Yunjing moved the oil painting away and picked up the glass fragments below: "...Is this a crystal?"
Hang Qing didn't speak.
"First prize in the International Youth Painting Competition?" Fu Yunjing shook the fragments in his hand: "Is it yours?"
Hang Qing just nodded.
"It's amazing!" Le Tong exclaimed, "Mr. Su is really amazing..." Probably through the impact of that beautiful painting, the fear and panic just now almost disappeared. Otherwise, at this time, no one would be in the mood to praise Su Lingshui.
Hang Qing pursed his lips and just smiled lightly.
They looked at his appearance, and a thought flashed in their hearts - as expected, he was thin-skinned.
The corridor was quiet for a moment, and Ruan Ying asked in a low voice, "There shouldn't be any more ghosts, right?"
"I remember there was a tea room on the third floor?" Fu Yunjing asked suddenly.
"Yes, come with me." Hang Qing turned around and led the way.
The other three quickly followed. But Fu Yunjing took out the oil painting from the frame, rolled it up and put it in his bag.
Just when Hang Qing pushed the door of the tea room open, he heard a prompt sound in his mind: "The villain's favorability increases by ten points." So fast? Hang Qing still can't figure out how to brush Fu Yunjing's favorability. But he knew that for a villain like Fu Yunjing, he couldn't rush forward.
The door opened and the lights came on.
The large tea room is simply furnished, and a tatami mat is placed not far away.
Looking at this room, Le Tong swallowed unconsciously. If it weren't for the ghost, she really hoped to stay here for a while longer. If it weren't for such a coincidence this time, she should never be able to live in such an ancient castle.
Fu Yunjing said in a low voice, "I'll do it." Then he took over the job of brewing tea. His movements were familiar, as if he had brewed it countless times with his own hands.
When the black tea was warm, and when it was distributed to everyone, everyone held the tea cup tightly and listened to the sound of the rain outside, and then they felt that their cold hearts were gradually warmed up.
"Mr. Su is very calm. Have you encountered such a thing in the castle before?" Fu Yunjing leaned on the back of the sofa where Hang Qing was sitting and asked in a low voice. His voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded very sexy. But putting such a voice on the body of a villain would only be extremely dangerous.
Hang Qing put down the black tea in his hand.
Of course he didn't need to drink this stuff.
"I have met." Hang Qing said.
"Has this castle ever died? Or is there any legend?" Le Tong couldn't help but ask. According to the normal routine, in a haunted place, something tragic must have happened, otherwise it has something to do with more ancient legends.
Hang Qing shook his head: "I don't know."
No one would suspect that Hang Qing was lying. Everyone was silent for a while, and couldn't help but think deeply about the secret behind the castle.
Ruan Ying asked in a low voice, "Since this place is so dangerous, why don't we go down the mountain in the rain? Mr. Su should have an umbrella, right?" Ruan Ying was probably the one who was most afraid of ghosts.
"You can't go down the mountain." Hang Qing told them the cruel fact, "with such a heavy rain, the mountain road will become very slippery, and there may even be landslides. Going down the mountain now is tantamount to dying. Your mobile phones should be There is no signal, and if something happens on the way down the mountain, there is no way to call the rescue team."
Ruan Ying's eyes instantly turned red, and she murmured, "How could this be?"
In contrast, the female protagonist, who looked smaller than her, seemed much calmer.
"Don't be afraid, don't panic." Le Tong paused and said, "Didn't I come to the mountain to collect the wind? Before I came, I knew about this mountain, and I knew at that time that there was a medieval style on the mountain. The castle. Who is the owner of this castle can’t be found online. But the origin of the castle can be found.”
"What's the origin?" Yin Jiayan asked.
Others also looked at Le Tong, waiting for her to continue.
"This castle was built by an English couple, who named it Espoo, and the two lived here for a long time. The man is very wealthy, he loves his wife very much, and many treasures of the world are owned by him. It was auctioned off and given to his wife, and the two are very loving."
Ruan Ying was a little puzzled: "There's nothing wrong with this story... Shouldn't there be some tragic murder in a place with ghosts?"
"But there is another version of this story."
"What version?" The rest were instinctively nervous, thinking that this version was probably the real story.
"Those two people are not husband and wife, the woman was snatched by the man. He imprisoned the woman in the castle. The woman saw no hope and finally committed suicide. When she committed suicide, she poisoned all the servants in the castle. Because they were all accomplices of the master. She lit a fire, and when the master returned, she saw the dead servant and the woman screaming in the flames. The woman looked at the master and made a poisonous curse. Let the male master never be inseparable from the castle, let him survive and die, wake up in the morning, his body slowly rots, and return to normal the next day. She let the male master repeat this process forever, and the entire castle will never be allowed peaceful."
"But this ancient castle has no trace of being burned by the fire at all." Yin Jiayan said.
"Yes... So, these two stories don't seem to be very reliable." Le Tong smiled bitterly.
"Has Mr. Su heard of such a story?" Ruan Ying asked.
Hang Qing shook his head: "you can look in the castle to see if you can find clues."
Le Tong nodded, but there was no trace of frustration on his face: "Yes, we will definitely find clues!"
"Oh, by the way, this ancient castle has a name, but it's not called Espoo, it's called Rose Castle." Hang Qing said lightly.
"Rose Castle?" Le Tong's face became weird: "No, Rose Castle shouldn't be here. I used to like to collect some strange stories. I've heard of Rose Castle, and Rose Castle should be farther away. Place. Many people died in the Rose Fort. The year before, just the year before, the body was dug up in the Rose Fort! It is said that every other year, the Rose Fort will exhume the body, but no one knows who the murderer is, let alone. Why did the murderer commit the crime like this. I heard that Rose Castle was haunted later, and no one dared to approach it normally…”
Ruan Ying said in a daze: "The two ancient castles are combined?"
"Is there anything else Mr. Su can provide?" Le Tong said, looking over there.
The beautiful young man fell asleep on the tatami at some point. He closed his eyes as if he was asleep.
Le Tong immediately closed his mouth, and when he spoke again, his voice was much lower: "Mr. Su is not in good health, isn't he tired?... I wonder if he will be angry if you ask Mr. Su's origin."
"That trophy belongs to him. Should the winner of the trophy be found online?"
Fu Yunjing sneered: "Have you forgotten? There is no signal."
Everyone took out their mobile phones and saw that, sure enough, there was no signal at all.
"Then let's ask Mr. Su after he wakes up." Le Tong yawned, "I'm so sleepy too. Let's all sleep for a while, everyone gets together, it shouldn't matter."
Ruan Ying also yawned.
The two girls couldn't help falling asleep on the sofa first, but Yin Jiayan stared straight ahead and didn't move. It looks like he is looking at Hang Qing, and at the same time he is looking at the air. Fu Yunjing glanced at the sofa and smiled: "I won't squeeze with the girls." After speaking, Fu Yunjing walked to the tatami and lay down naturally.
"The tatami is a little small..." Fu Yunjing said, and half wrapped his arms around Hang Qing's shoulders.
Yin Jiayan: "..."
Yin Jiayan sat on the sofa, not moving.
I don't know how long it has passed, he saw the whole tea room become dilapidated in a trance. Fu Yunjing and Su Lingshui seemed to be surrounded by dust and cobwebs. Yin Jiayan hurriedly blinked, and when he fixed his eyes, the scene no longer existed. The brain deceived the eyes... Yin Jiayan calmed down, but couldn't help but look at the boy again.
The young man was too delicate, and Fu Yunjing's tall body made the young man extremely vulnerable.
Why are there no security guards and servants here? To live in such an ancient castle, Su Lingshui should not be short of money. But why is he alone here? Yin Jiayan couldn't help but think of that oil painting. The young man was alone among the flowers, and he seemed to be alone... Yin Jiayan felt as if something had tugged at the bottom of his heart, and a feeling of distress spread immediately.
Yin Jiayan couldn't help getting up and leaving the tea room. He walked to the place where the oil paintings were hung before. The pieces were still scattered there, and the picture frame was there, but the picture was gone... Yin Jiayan was stunned. Taken by whom? Or... hell? Thinking of this, Yin Jiayan was startled again unconsciously. What was he thinking about? Why did he come to see the painting
Yin Jiayan turned around and went back to the tea room.
At this time, Hang Qing had already freed Fu Yunjing's hand and sat up. When Yin Jiayan entered the door, he happened to bump into Hang Qing sitting up.
Yin Jiayan looked away unconsciously, as if he had done something guilty.
"Why did you go out alone?" Hang Qing asked him. With Yin Jiayan's stable personality, he should not choose to act alone at such a time.
Yin Jiayan felt even more guilty. He opened his mouth and said dryly, "Go out and have a look at the situation."
Hang Qing felt that this reason was not very tenable, but the male protagonist was not the villain, and it made no sense for him to lie. After thinking about it, Hang Qing stopped worrying about this issue.
"Are you hungry?" Yin Jiayan changed the subject.
"I'm not hungry." The topic was blocked again.
There was only a slight shock on Yin Jiayan's indifferent face, and what was floating was embarrassment.
Seeing Yin Jiayan's expression like this, Hang Qing felt a little surprised. He just said "I'm not hungry", is there anything wrong? Or is it actually Yin Jiayan who is hungry
"I'll go to the garden vegetable field with you." Hang Qing said. Probably Yin Jiayan didn't want to go alone. It's okay to be with him. After all, he is a ghost. With him standing by Yin Jiayan's side, it is impossible for the male protagonist to lose his life early.
"Me too." Fu Yunjing's voice sounded from behind.
Hang Qing turned his head to look, and saw that Fu Yunjing had already sat up.
"No." Hang Qing immediately rejected it, "there are only two girls left here."
Fu Yunjing hummed and said, "Gentleman Mr. Su..." Obviously with a bit of joking.
Hang Qing ignored him and only motioned Yin Jiayan to go out with him. When they were in the garden, Yin Jiayan paused: "There used to be roses here?"
"right."
The garden is deserted, and only the vegetable field is full of green vitality. I really can't tell that there used to be a large sea of roses here.
The heavy rain slapped on the umbrellas and on the muddy ground. Yin Jiayan glanced down at the wet trousers, and hurriedly turned to look at Hang Qing: "don't come here, just stand there and don't move. Your clothes will get dirty."
Hang Qing was really too lazy to move.
Do you know how troublesome it is for a ghost to pretend to be a person
He stood there, watching Yin Jiayan dig vegetables, but Yin Jiayan abandoned the image of a clean and tidy noble boy, and came to Hang Qing with two vegetables in one hand. After getting closer, Yin Jiayan couldn't help but look at his muddy self, and even felt a little ashamed for no reason.
Hang Qing reached out to pick it up, and Yin Jiayan blurted out: "don't touch it!"
"There is mud." Yin Jiayan hurriedly slowed down and added.
Hang Qing also withdrew his hand with kindness.
However, he still had some doubts. In the hearts of these people, could he be a porcelain doll
Hang Qing turned around and walked in front, Yin Jiayan's eyes fell on his white nightgown, and he couldn't help asking, "don't you usually change your clothes?"
"Change." Hang Qing asked him back: "yesterday was black, today is not white?"
Yin Jiayan was choked up immediately and had no way to refute.
"Is Mr. Su a painter?" Yin Jiayan had to change the subject again.
"Um."
The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly broken by a scream.
"Something happened upstairs." Hang Qing said.
Yin Jiayan's face changed immediately, he threw away the vegetables in his hand and ran upstairs quickly. There was lightning and thunder outside the castle again, and the aisle became pitch black. Taking this as a cover, Hang Qing floated upstairs happily, and followed Yin Jiayan back to the third floor. Yin Jiayan didn't notice that there were not even footsteps behind him, but he always followed a person.
They entered the tea room.
Ruan Ying hugged Le Tong tightly and screamed. Fu Yunjing stood alone, his face darkened.
Yin Jiayan's face also turned pale.
On the wall of the tea room, countless faces protruded densely. As if someone was behind the wall, he propped up the wall and drew the outline of a human face. The faces of these people are the true colors of the walls, and the faces that are so white and gray are extremely distorted expressions, as if they were struggling with the last unwillingness before they were on the verge of death.
Fu Yunjing said solemnly: "I really can't do this... No matter how big a hammer is, it can't smash so many faces..."
"Run, run!" Le Tong shouted, breaking the rigid atmosphere due to excessive panic.
Fu Yunjing turned around and ran, and Hang Qing also floated out. Yin Jiayan originally wanted to grab Hang Qing's hand, but he got nowhere. Yin Jiayan was embarrassed for a moment, then looking back, the two girls had already run out desperately hand in hand. Yin Jiayan was relieved and ran out immediately.
But those faces seemed to move from the walls, they kept running forward, those faces emerged from both sides of the corridor, the corridor was narrow, and those faces seemed to fall on them at any time.
Hang Qing stopped: "go back, go back."
"What?" Fu Yunjing raised his eyebrows in confusion when he heard his voice first.
"Those faces can't be separated from the wall, the corridor is narrow..." Before Hang Qing finished speaking, Fu Yunjing already understood, he immediately turned around and shouted: "Don't run! Go back! Run back to the tea room! Quickly! !"
Ruan Ying's mind was confused, but Le Tong's reason was still there, so she pulled Ruan Ying back and ran back without thinking. Yin Jiayan is not stupid, he quickly understood the reason, and then quickly turned around and ran back.
They soon returned to the tea room.
The four walls of the tea room were densely covered with human faces, which made people feel scared and nauseated.
But when they eased their fearful mood and calmed their breathing, they felt that the scene in front of them was a little funny.
Those ferocious faces squeezed forward desperately, as if they were going to eat them raw.
They squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze—
But it was tightly bound by the wall, as if he stretched his hand but couldn't reach it.
Le Tong couldn't help laughing first: "It turns out that it's okay if you don't run... I laughed so hard, alas, that face is almost squished, I feel bad, but I still can't squeeze it out hahaha!"
Ruan Ying lowered her head and asked worriedly, "Will there also be human faces in the ground?"
"It doesn't matter if it comes out." Hang Qing said.
"Huh?" Everyone looked at him.
Hang Qing said lightly, "you can sit down."
"… "