Chapter 349 - Where Is My Hand? (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

After yellow hair entered the home, two children with painted faces poked their heads out from the sedan. Bai Qiulin acted like he did not see this creepy scene and walked past the sedan. The white lantern above the door swayed several times before they went out, throwing the home into darkness.

White celebratory posters were pasted on the wall, and yellow hair stood in the courtyard alone. “This place is larger than the others. Plenty of traps must be around here.”

He might be reckless, but he was not dumb. The atmosphere in the home was slightly off—he had already noticed that.

“Huang Xing…” Someone was calling his name. It sounded ethereal and seemed to come from the inner room.

“Someone’s calling me?” He tried to follow the voice, but it disappeared as if he had imagined it. “It should be some kind of surround sound system. I’m surprised such a dilapidated set design has high-end equipment.”

Without him realizing, Huang Xing was nervous, and he pushed the door open carefully. White draperies covered the room. It was a wedding, but the place was decorated like a funeral. “It really is a Minghun, such an old, used theme.”

“Huang Xing…”

Yellow hair talked to himself when that weird noise appeared again, and this time, he heard it clearly. “The voice is familiar!”

It was a strange feeling. It sounded like a familiar person who called his name, but he could not remember who it was. The old home, the paper money, the white decoration—there was no change to the surroundings, but Huang Xing felt like everything had shifted, like it had turned creepier. A draft picked up behind him to chill the back of his neck. He turned around instantly. “Who is it?”

“Why are you panicking? It’s just me.” Bai Qiulin had his hand in his pocket and started to look around the room.

Seeing a second visitor, Huang Xing sighed in relief. “Did you hear a woman’s voice earlier?”

“I don’t think so.” Bai Qiulin ‘studied’ the decorations, but he made sure to stay close to the door.

“But I did hear someone calling my name.” Yellow hair looked outside the door, and there were two children with blood red paint on their faces running through it. “Someone’s outside!”

Bai Qiulin also looked out the front door. There was only an empty street. “What are you talking about? Where are the people?”

“But they’re there! There were two kids with something painted on their faces.” Huang Xing tried his best to describe the features of the two kids.

“Do you think the Haunted House would employ children to scare people? If it was not mannequins, then you were definitely mistaken.” When Bai Qiulin turned away, the two children poked their heads through the front door again.

“No, I’m not mistaken!” This time, Huang Xing matched the gaze of the two children and ran out immediately. “Wait for me, I’ll catch them for you to see!”

Huang Xing rushed to the front door, but the two kids had disappeared. The street was empty other than the paper money and the creaking bridal sedan. “Where are they? I only took several seconds to run out here. Where can they disappear to?”

“Huang Xing…” Yellow hair shivered, and the woman’s voice came again. “Why does it sound like the voice is closer when I’m outside? It feels like she’s talking into my ear.”

He took out his phone to use the torch to find the hidden audio system, but when he turned the torch on, the woman’s voice picked up again.