Although the house was lit by lights, it always felt dark; there was no wind, but it felt like the gloomy air was creeping into my neck.
Cheng Qianxun hid in the middle of the team and followed.
When Sneijder smiled at her, she realized that she could not help but hold Sneijder's arm and cling to his side.
"Cheng, you should have the most ghosts in the east.
There seems to be a parade of hundreds of ghosts."
Sneijder simply hugged her and walked forward with a smile.
"That's called the Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts.
It's not from my place, but a small country to the east."
Cheng Qianxun was so frightened that he didn't even dare to open his eyes.
The upper level was dominated by human factors, but this time it was unnatural factors.
When you see a zombie running away, you don't know when the ghost will pounce on you from the dark with the most ferocious appearance.
She asked cautiously: "Will they come out during the day?"
"It's hard to say.
Some ghosts come out during the day, especially the ghosts in old houses.
They come out during the day and at night."
Muay Thai Bassong also started to tremble all over, keeping his hands clasped together.
"What are you afraid of?"
Mike, the gangster, looked back with disdain: "If you see a ghost, just use your Muay Thai boxing.
Those thin legs like a frog of yours are very powerful, aren't they?"
Muay Thai focuses on the legs, and the attack speed is faster than Taekwondo.
Experts can be dazzled.
"Yes, yes..."
Basong stammered, Xiongfeng was not there: "Can a ghost be beaten?"
Rudolf still put it the most truthfully: "You are arguing here, why not think about what ghost movies you have seen before and what you can learn from it.
Maybe you can save your life."
Talking about this, Basong then said: "It is said that there is even witchcraft to control ghosts in my hometown.
If you want to know, I will learn more about it."
Boxer Hogan had his hands crossed on his chest.
His tall and strong body looked a little hunched over.
In fact, he was also afraid: "Don't control the ghost.
It's good to be able to stop the ghost."
"Do you know how to fight?"
Mike was at the front.
Although his pace was slower, I didn't see any timidity in him.
Obviously Rudolph made the right choice.
It would be better to have a gangster who betrays his teammates than a gangster who dares to cut his own flesh.
Cheng Qianxun hesitated and asked, "I don't know if it's a ghost from the East or a ghost from the West.
I have Maoshan Taoist priests there who specialize in catching or destroying ghosts."
This made many people interested, and Regeer asked: "Can you do it?"
"I've seen it on TV, but I don't know if I can put it to use.
Besides, you need to mix realgar water with cinnabar to draw the talisman.
Where are the realgar and cinnabar here?"
Cheng Qianxun laughed bitterly.
"Hmph."
Interpol Harold snorted coldly: "What ghosts are not ghosts are all imagined by people themselves."
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Regeer asked, "Then what is that woman standing in the cemetery outside?
Could it be that Satan deliberately photographed a person standing there to create an atmosphere?"
Cheng Qianxun took a deep breath and plucked up his courage, because he was here anyway, and if he didn't adapt as soon as possible, he would die sooner.
She said in a joking tone: "We have all died.
In fact, it is a good thing to see ghosts.
It proves that people still have souls after death.
Rather than being destroyed and disappearing from now on, isn't it?"
These words reminded everyone of the time when they were resurrected from the dead and just regained consciousness.
The gangster Mike gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Even if I am killed by a ghost, I will not lie on the ground and slowly decay without any consciousness."
Just because they don’t want to, everyone embarks on the road to rebirth.
Every time you step onto a floor, it feels like you are one step closer to the human world on the ground.
When I walked into the restaurant, it was still full of dust.
When I saw it clearly, Muay Thai Bassong immediately clasped my hands and filled my mouth with Amitabha.
Everything in front of me was like walking into Sleeping Beauty's castle.
There were all kinds of food on a table and a four-layer cake.
But all the food turned black or gray, and spider webs were densely covered with these "feasts" with only some residue left.
And on the chair beside the table, there was actually a "person" sitting.
There were eight people in total, sitting upright on the chairs, motionless.
But none of them were rotten.
Under the net-like dust, one could see that their eyes were closed and their skin was the same as that of ordinary people.
When Basong saw Mike going over, he shouted nervously: "Don't go there, it might be a zombie."
"Zombie shit" Mike still walked over and shouted as he walked: "Hey, can any guy tell me what you are doing sitting here?"
The eight people still sat motionless.
Mike walked up to one of them and shouted: "I heard that if you stop pretending to be a ghost, don't blame me for being rude."
Mike's courage was indeed great.
Cheng Qianxun watched without daring to breathe, for fear that the next shot would show the person sitting opening his eyes and moving. . .
"Hey, did you hear that?"
Mike said angrily and did something that stunned everyone.
He raised his foot, kicked the person in front of him hard, and cursed.
Everyone stared and saw that the "person" sitting in the seat was kicked over by Mike, and then scattered to the ground with a "hula".
"You kicked him to pieces," Muay Thai Basong screamed in fright, almost jumping to his feet.
Mike was stunned, walked over and knelt down to take a look, stood up and sneered: "It's made of wax."
After saying that, he picked up a piece of hand, walked up to Basong, touched Basong's face with the hand of the wax statue, and mocked: "Mom's little baby, don't be afraid, I kicked the devil to death." " "Go."
Basong's originally slightly wheat-colored face turned pale with fright, and he waved his hands in disgust as if to shoo away flies.
After knowing that these motionless people were wax figures, Boxer Hogan was temporarily relieved.
He slowly walked along the table and looked at the people sitting at the table and the plates on the table covered with dirt. , Unremarkable dishes: "Needless to say, the cooking is really scary."
Cheng Qianxun followed Sneijder and Reger from the other side.
Rudolph in front walked to the broken wax figure, squatted down, picked up a piece and looked at it.
Seeing Rudolph's expression change slightly, Cheng Qianxun let go of Sneijder's arm and squatted down, asking softly: "Is there any problem?"
"What's the problem?"
Mike, the gangster, waved the wax hand in his hand and thought he was witty: "Do you want to put a wick in it to light a candle at night?"
Rudolf stood up and handed a piece to Cheng Qianxun: "See for yourself."
After Cheng Qianxun took it, he looked at it carefully.
This was the lumbar vertebrae.
The wax block was about the size of a bowl and was divided into several layers.
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The outermost layer was black clothes, followed by a thin layer of flesh color, which should be skin; Then came the red meat, then the internal organs, which should be a milky white intestine. . .
He was so frightened that his hands felt like red-hot iron pliers, and he quickly threw them away.
He gasped for air, his scalp felt numb, and he lost his voice: "No, it can't be..."
She turned her eyes to Rudolf unconfidently, and Rudolf nodded: "There are cyan blood vessels and white bones in the muscle tissue, which is completely consistent with human anatomy.
If it were a wax figure, it would be too realistic.
Mike was stunned for a moment and looked at the wax hand in his hand.
As the hand slowly turned, the whole hand came into his eyes.
The nails, palm prints, and the flattened muscles at the break were wrapped with tendons, bones, You can even see the dark marrow. . .
So vivid, like. . .
He immediately threw away the wax hand, no matter how brave he was, he couldn't calm down now.
Everyone's expressions suddenly darkened.
This wax figure was indeed too weird.
"No way."
Harold, the Interpol officer, stretched out his hand suspiciously and brushed away the cobwebs in front of the wax figure in front of him, causing dust to form in front of the wax figure closest to him.
The faces of the two wax figures are completely different.
The more they look at each other, the more they look like living people.
It seems that they will open their eyes to look at them and open their mouths to speak at any time.
Cheng Qianxun didn't need to speak first.
The believer who believed deeply in the theory of ghosts spoke first.
The Muay Thai Basong's feet that could break someone's ribs were shaking, and he almost cried: "No, they won't turn us into wax statues."
"And there are still eight."
Even Mike, the gangster, felt that it was possible.
Rudolf looked at Mike conspiratorially: "It's you who want to change.
You destroyed this wax statue."
Basong knelt down with a bang, clasped his hands and worshiped the wax figure, and muttered: "You have to see clearly, I didn't kill you.
Every wrongdoer has his own debtor.
If you want to find a substitute, you must find a substitute."
Find the right person."
In fact, don't blame Basong for being like this.
If kneeling down and kowtowing is useful, Cheng Qianxun and others would be willing to kneel down.
In a dark haunted house, don't say eight days, you don't want to stay even for a minute.
Mike was stunned for a moment, then cursed angrily: "I kicked it, how about it?"
He grabbed the wax figure head that had not been smashed on the ground, held it in both hands and yelled at it: "Do you see clearly?
If you want to seek revenge, just come to me.
It has nothing to do with anyone else."
"This is going to end, you are a weakling who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Mike angrily threw his head in front of Basong who was kneeling on the ground.
Basong was so frightened that he quickly went to pick it up: "No, don't be like this, don't be disrespectful to ghosts and corpses."
"Okay, okay" Sneijder pretended to be relaxed and said: "Don't think so bad, maybe the underworld is meticulous in doing things and just made ordinary wax figures like this.
Don't scare yourself, there should be nothing to eat here. , we’ll find it as soon as possible.”
Before he could say the word "food", Basong's words were interrupted by a terrified scream.
"Ah" Basong's head fell to the ground and rolled two or three steps along the way.
Bassong, holding his hands, rolled and crawled on the ground and fled to the side several steps in embarrassment.
"Ah, help..."
Basong fled to the dusty corner.
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It could be said that he was so scared that he burst into tears.
He covered his face with his hands and trembled: "It, it is alive..."
"What do you mean?"
Sneijder frowned slightly.
Basong finally removed one hand from his cheek and pointed with trembling fingers.
Even the direction he pointed was wrong.
His head had already rolled to the side, but he didn't dare to look.
He covered his face and was almost crazy with fear.
"Just now I saw it open its eyes and smile at me...
I have never seen such a scary smile in my life
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