My cold hair is standing up, what does my heart say to touch my feet? There was nothing, but now it's done, there are wolves in front of them, and tigers behind.
I was so scared that my throat tightened. I didn't dare to move back or climb forward. I lowered my voice and tremblingly said, "Who and who... Who is there?"
When I used to watch horror movies, I felt that those people who asked "who is there" in the corner were like fools. At this time, you also asked who they were. Running your life is the first priority, Guwazi.
But only when you are on the scene can you realize the good intentions of the screenwriters, what is meant by no investigation without the right to speak.
When there is a dilemma and a cold wind blows from the back of their heads, most of the people are incapable of thinking. They ask "Who are you" because of fear of unknown dangers, hoping to get a close reply: it is me.
At this time, I heard a faint voice of a person talking behind me, which turned out to be: "It's me."
The sound was very close, coming from behind my feet, like the sound of Double Ninth Festival!
I let out a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a false alarm. It is estimated that this kid saw that I had been alone for so long and didn't come back, so he ran over to look for me. Seeing that I was not outside, he guessed that I got in and followed me.
The high-intensity mental tension suddenly relaxed, and it made me almost collapsed. I said: "Okay, go back, go out first."
Then I stepped back, Chongyang looked like a mouthless gourd, and after confirming that I was safe, I didn't say anything again.
The two of them retreated all the way back, Chongyang never said anything. After I was frightened by the red and white face that flashed past, my heart kept hanging.
On the one hand, there is hope to take another look at what that face is, on the other hand, he dared not bear the mental shock of this intensity again. This is also the reason why there are strange things in the world that watch horror movies with your eyes covered. There is no guilty heart but not the guts.
From the bottom of my heart, I meditate on my eyes, nose, nose, and mind. Then I felt Chongyang touch my leg behind, and I said to my heart that this kid's sweaty hands are so severe, this can be used as a tap, this sweaty hands can be cured, I made him feel wet.
Chongyang hasn't spoken anymore, touched my leg for a while and didn't touch it. I thought it was weird to be panicked to be so quiet, as if I was here alone, so I said, "Why the ground is getting wetter and wetter? It's also sticky. I didn't have that much when I came. "
I wondered if the two people talked, they were not so scared, and the ground was indeed wet, much wetter than when I came in.
"Nowadays, real estate developers are getting less and less interested. The water seepage in a house that has only been more than a thousand years old is so serious." I said.
Chongyang has been ignoring me, and I said again: "Did the floor be so wet when you came here?"
He was silent.
I didn't even know if there was anyone behind my feet. I said to my heart that this kid should be beaten up. Dad didn't answer his words. I only knew to touch Dad's leg. After retreating for a while, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. When I was lying on the ground and retreating back, there would be sounds. Why has it been so long, I seem to have only heard the sound of rubbing by myself
My head slammed, and I felt blood was pouring into my head. Don't I just talk to myself here from beginning to end
When did Chongyang disappear? Did you fall into the trap, or was there any mechanism? Or is he... he hasn't been here from start to finish
My brain tends to confirm this problem. The space is narrow and I can’t look back. I reluctantly turned my head and looked back through the gap, then turned my flashlight towards the dark light behind me, and I saw the empty space behind me.
None of them.
My hands are shaking like a drug. Who answered "It's me" just now. Mandarin is still such a standard, and who is touching my legs and sweaty hands so badly
The point is, am I going to return
I said in my heart that I can't hesitate any longer. Marx can't save you at this time. You have to promote traditional Chinese culture.
I closed my eyes as I stepped back, and read out all the babbling words that I could think of in my mind: "Heaven, earth and heaven, heaven and earth, heaven and earth, heaven and earth, spirit, earth and spirit, too, soon to show the spirit, Nan Wu, Amitabha There is one thing that only magic can defeat magical demons and monsters. Quickly leave God and say there must be light...
I don't know when, the feeling of wetness on the ground is gone, I speeded up the speed of my back legs, and when I finally withdrew, I was scared into a cold sweat.
With lingering fear, I looked inside the cave. There was no red and white face chasing it out, and there was no sweaty hand monster who likes to touch people's legs and can speak Mandarin, only the cool breeze.
I slowed down, picked up a few pieces of wood that were thrown aside, and said that the great postmodernist building more than a thousand years ago caused me to tear down and start a fire.
When I went back, my legs were soft. I said in my heart that I won't leave the big army this time. I, Ning Chuan, died in the cold today. I jumped from here and didn't... get out of the big army.
After walking tremblingly for a while, I suddenly found something wrong.
After walking for a long time, why didn't you meet Gu Tang and the others in Chongyang City
This piece of platform is extremely huge, most likely because in the fog, there are no obvious reference objects around, and the front and rear, left and right are all white and misty. The flashlight does not shine very far, but it is only six or seven meters in front and back. I walked back with my memory. , There may be a deviation in the direction.
So I changed my direction.
After relaxing, I once again felt the coldness of the mist deep in the ground. The whole person was shivering while holding his shoulders, and the tooth flakes could grind a cup of soy milk. Xin said that in the future, he would register a trademark called "Ningchuan Brand Mouth Soy Milk", and I don’t know if anyone bought it.
After walking for a long time, I saw the plank road when we came, but I still didn't see a person.
Both our group and Fang Xiangshi's group seem to have disappeared.
what happened? I hesitated, and finally shouted, "Gu Tang? Lao Meng? Chongyang?"
No one responded, I resisted, and shouted openly, "Where are you guys—"
Still no one answered me, the voice echoed empty, as if there was no one around.
I panicked, and I felt as if there was something behind me, not leaving every step of the way, and when I looked back, there was nothing but mist.
I almost ran up in the mist, and I couldn't get rid of the feeling of someone looking at me behind me. Later, I didn't even dare to look back, "Is there anyone—Ning Xiaoye, I am here!"
No one responded to me.
Something seemed to be stepped on under my feet, I looked down, and it was a wrapper of compressed biscuits. (End of this chapter)