novelaction Chapter 271: The Door to the House is Difficult to Open and a Strange Event Happens
Chapter 271: The Door to the House is Difficult to Open and a Strange Event Happens
"Yizhuang? That name doesn't sound like a good place!"
Wu Hen rubbed his arms and felt a chill on his back, as if something was staring at him.
He looked back and made sure that the paper figures had not caught up with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly,
"Could this shabby place be the legendary haunted house?"
Lin Qiye frowned, ignored Wu Hen's nagging, and took the lead in pushing open the door of the charity cemetery.
With a creak, the wooden door made a harsh sound, as if an old voice was groaning.
"Fuck, why is this door so noisy? I'm afraid it's become a spirit!"
Wu Hen kept complaining while following Lin Qiye's footsteps.
They carefully hid behind the door and observed the movements outside.
Those white paper figures didn't seem to have chased here and were wandering aimlessly on the streets.
"It seems they have given up."
Wu Hen patted his chest and was about to push the door open to leave, but found that the door did not move at all.
"Holy crap! Is this door welded shut?"
He used all his strength, but the door seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"What the hell is going on? Is this door voice-activated? Do I have to say 'Open Sesame'?"
Wu Hen tried a few more times without giving up, but the door was still closed.
At this moment, a crisp sound was heard, and a paper broom suddenly fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
Everyone's nerves tensed instantly, and they looked around vigilantly.
"There's something in this room." Lin Qiye lowered his voice.
Immediately afterwards, another creepy creaking sound was heard, and the door of the charity cemetery opened and closed automatically, as if someone was teasing them.
"What about playing?!"
Wu Hen's eyes were as big as copper bells. He felt that his brain was not enough. This script was not right. Aren't the special effects of this haunted house too much?
A gust of cold wind blew, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. Lin Qiye's eyes were stern.
He grabbed Wu Hen's arm and pulled him behind him, "Be careful!"
Wu Hen was about to say something when he felt a chill on his back. He swallowed his saliva.
His eyes fell on Lin Qiye's back, and he saw black liquid slowly oozing out from the ground behind him.
"What the hell is this?"
The black liquid became more and more, gradually gathering into a strange pattern.
It was like a distorted human face, roaring silently at Wu Hen.
"Damn, these special effects are worth the price of the ticket!" Wu Hen couldn't help but complain, but there was a hint of trembling in his tone.
Although he said he was not afraid, he was still a little scared inside.
This scene is even more exciting than a horror movie!
Lin Qiye's eyes focused, and the two swords in his hands were unsheathed, with a cold light flashing, and the blades pointed directly at the strange human face.
"Playing tricks!" Lin Qiye snorted coldly, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed into the depths of the charity cemetery.
Wu Hen followed closely behind, muttering to himself, "Brother, wait for me, don't leave me here alone!"
Deep in the charity cemetery, a rustling sound was heard from a dilapidated house.
Lin Qiye gripped his two swords tightly and approached cautiously, spreading his mental power but not sensing anything unusual.
"Strange..." Lin Qiye frowned slightly, feeling even more confused.
At this moment, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a stack of paper money flew out like snowflakes.
Lin Qiye was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He swung his two swords and chopped the paper money into pieces.
However, these paper money were not offensive at all and just fell lightly to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the paper tables and chairs in the house began to fall over, making crackling sounds, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.
Lin Qiye's eyes were cold. He felt like he had fallen into a carefully designed trap. Everything around him was full of weirdness and unknown.
"Is this some kind of illusion?"
Lin Qiye thought to himself, and was about to burn these paper items with fire.
But then he saw a piece of paper money flying in front of him, and it actually spoke in human language: "Hero, spare my life! Don't burn me!"
Lin Qiye was stunned, and Wu Hen also widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You...what are you?"
Lin Qiye pointed at the paper money, his tone full of disbelief.
The paper money trembled and said shakily, "I am just a ghost, trapped here for many years..."
"ghost?"
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
"Yes... yes, this door... is the entrance to Fengdu. Only ghosts can open it..."
"Fengdu?!"
Wu Hen exclaimed,
"This...how is this possible?!"
"It's absolutely true! I dare not deceive you two heroes..."
Paper Money continued to explain,
"I just want to ask you two heroes to let me out..."
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and he slowly began to accept this incredible fact.
Fengdu, the legendary ghost town, actually exists?
"Then...then why did you trap us here?"
"Little one... little one doesn't know either..."
The paper money said with a sad face, "Yes...someone..."
"Who is it?" Lin Qiye asked.
Paper Money hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes... yes..."
"who is it?!"
Wu Hen also asked anxiously.