Chapter 353 - Ball Blowing Bubbles (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

His calves weakened, and he felt like his energy was drained from his body. Ma Tian did not dare move his gaze as he felt the two visitors beside him changing. The footsteps got closer. He looked through the gap, and the teetering Bai Qiulin used his hand to press against the dresser door.

Just as Ma Tian thought Bai Qiulin would open the dresser, Bai Qiulin took out a key and took his time to lock the dresser!

Seeing this, Ma Tian understood everything before he fainted. “The three of you… are all ghosts!”

His scream echoed through Coffin Village, and Brother Wong as well as Sister Mao heard it as they raced down the street. “Ma Tian is the most stable of us all. To be able to make him scream like that, it must have been something really scary.”

Sister Mao’s heart fell. Five of them had entered, and in less than fifteen minutes, three of them had already disappeared. The scariest thing was, even now, she had no idea what had happened to her partners. Cold sweat ran down her forehead. She was different from Ye Xiaoxin. She was not that courageous a person, which was why she formed a Haunted House reviewer group.

“Your friends don’t seem that reliable.” Brother Wong was not that physically fit, so he stopped running after a while.

“It’s this Haunted House that’s too scary!” Sister Mao dropped her disguise. She stopped wasting energy to pretend to be cute. It was hard when her mind was filled with various scary images.

“Let’s leave this place first. There’s no need to sacrifice our lives for the sake of face.”

“Agreed.”

Sister Mao held Brother Wong as they returned to the center of the village. Looking at the branching paths, they were stunned.

“Which is the road that we took when we arrived?”

“Brother Wong, that’s not the problem! When we arrived, there weren’t so many paths!” Sister Mao felt like crying.

“Calm down, don’t forget what you do for a living.” Brother Wong took out his phone. “Thankfully, I took those pictures and videos.”

He looked through the files and found the road that looked rather similar to the one they had taken when they arrived. “Should be this one.”

The two walked down that road, but the further they walked, the more they felt it was not right.

“When we entered the village, it only took us several minutes to reach the center of the village. How come it feels like now we’re walking deeper into the village?” Sister Mao looked at Brother Wong’s phone. “Are we on the correct path?”

As time went on, the pure terror of Coffin Village slowly revealed itself. The white lanterns released a faded red light, and things started to change.

“We’re really on the wrong path?” Brother Wong compared the road to his video. The path really did look to the one on his phone initially, but the more they walked down it, the more different it became. “We should turn back to the village center and select another path.”

“That might not be such a good idea.” Sister Mao grabbed Brother Wong’s hand and led him into a nearby courtyard. They had just hidden themselves when children could be heard singing. Two boys with blood red mask ran past the front door. They looked to be seven or eight, and they sounded like innocent boys. However, put in this environment, it just felt creepy.

“They seem to have left.”