Chapter 51 (1/2)

Zheng Quzhi touched his neck and got some goose bumps on his arm. If he didn't know that Wei Yan was next to him, he would have thought it was a ghost, and he would have waved his fist.

”Ah --” the scream suddenly rang out, causing echoes in the quiet ghost house.

Zheng Quzhi also followed with a cry, subconsciously pulled Wei Yan to hide behind him, and his hand was still holding his arm.

Wei Yan lowered her head and looked at the prop that constantly screamed on the ground, frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, ”it's just props.”

Cold voice with a soothing effect, Zheng Quzhi calmed down a little, and leaned out to look at the ground. With the pale green light, I saw the props as expected.

Zheng Quzhi has a black face and looks at his present posture. He comes out of Wei Yan's back. Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Wei Yan swept around his eyes and opened his mouth: ”where was the place where the man committed suicide yesterday?”

”In front.” Zheng Quzhi pointed to the front, some nervous pharyngeal saliva. To tell you the truth, the death of the man yesterday is still in his mind, which made him have a nightmare last night.

Now I have to go there again. How can I not be nervous.

They walked slowly to the front. The hospital corridor was not far away. Looking at the thick black fog there, Wei Yan suddenly stopped.

”What?” Zheng Quzhi got nervous and quickly reached into his pocket and touched the Fu given by Wei Yan.

Wei Yan didn't say a word, raised his hand and pulled out a few hairs on his head. The hair that pinches in the hand seems to have grown a little bit, Wei Yan droops her eyes, and weaves several hairs together without expression.

”Mr. Wei, what are you doing?” Zheng Quzhi can't understand it. What is he doing?

Wei Yan didn't answer him. After knitting her hair, she finally raised her head and opened her thin lips: ”reach out.”

Although Zheng Quzhi didn't understand, he still handed it to him honestly.

The coolness came, and there was a different touch on the wrist. Mr. Wei looked at his hair and asked, ”what's the best way to tie your hair?”

”Hair.” Wei Yan spoke coldly.

With his elegant and lazy temperament and calm appearance, Zheng Quzhi almost thought that this was not a haunted house for five people who had died.

And

Of course he knew it was hair!

Wei Yan had already taken back his hand, his eyes fell slightly on the corridor, and he said in a cold voice: ”there is a mass burial mound. This ghost house is built on the mound. Although it makes the atmosphere of terror strong, it also suffers from resentment and brings disaster.”

Zheng Quzhi followed Wei Yan's eyes and saw that at the end of the corridor, the corpse had been carried away, and the shape of the corpse was drawn with white unknown things.

Among them, the blood all over the ground has condensed into black red and adhered to the smooth floor.

Wei Yan hooked the corner of her mouth, and her excited mood flashed through her eyes. He stretched out his hand, grasped Zheng Quzhi's wrist, and took Zheng Quzhi forward a step.

They were standing in the corridor of the hospital.

Wei Yan closed her eyes slowly.

Zheng Quzhi only felt that his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

***

when I woke up again, I was suffocated. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that Wei Yan was still holding her nose and covering her mouth with her other hand. He panicked and bit into the palm of his hand.

Wei Yan dropped her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand. Her voice was steady and powerful. She was reassured: ”I have entered another space. Be more careful.”