C42 (1/2)

For some reason, this sudden noise at night made me think of that day in the forest when I heard Liu Songxian smashing a nail.

I hastily headed towards the source of the sound. In the process, I suddenly heard 'kacha' sounds coming from beneath my feet.

Maybe it was because I was too nervous and had been pulled by something underground, but the moment I heard the sound, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Then he subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming out.

Her body was trembling slightly, but Lingling was still alright. After all, she could not see the shadow of her foster father.

I don't know why I'm here either, so I'm a lot less nervous than I am.

I forcefully endured the urge to cry out so that my fear would not spread to Lingling.

Then, using the light of my flashlight, I saw that there was only a dried up branch under my feet.

I heaved a long sigh of relief. Be it my spirit or body, they were all tense to a certain extent, making it difficult for me to calm down.

This sound came from a dilapidated wooden house, and it was unknown what was inside.

This wooden house hasn't been repaired by anyone for a long time and it looks extremely old. I carefully approached the wooden house.

That wave of sounds sounded very slow, and would only ring once every long time.

When we neared the wooden house, I suddenly heard a burst of sharp laughter. The laughter seemed to have become twisted and it sounded extremely crazed.

It sounded vaguely familiar, but it was too crazy to be recognized.

I carefully approached the wooden house and didn't rashly approach it from the front. Instead, I walked to the side and looked through the gap in the wooden door.

Due to my laughter, I had already turned off the flashlight. At this moment, under the thin moonlight, I saw something flowing towards the crack in the wooden house.

After all, the purpose of building these wooden houses was only to take a temporary rest.

The wood was not very good either. At this moment, a gap appeared between the wooden floor and the floor.

As for the liquid, it flowed out through the cracks and looked rather viscous. Under the moonlight, one could still see the steam rising and slowly fusing with the fog.

Seeing this, I had already frowned, because as the hot air rose, I could smell a bloody scent.

Although there was moonlight, the flashlight was not turned on, and the night was very dark. Under such light, I could not see the exact color of the liquid.

However, I could vaguely guess that all of these were probably blood, scarlet blood …

Thinking to here, I subconsciously made Lingling move a little further away from the wooden house, and then looked through the gap in the door.

At this moment, the inside of the wooden house wasn't completely dark. Instead, two candles were lit. The flame of the candles was currently flickering.

As my gaze shifted, I saw a ferocious sight that made my eyes widen abruptly.

I saw a masked face, smashing a not-so-thick iron pipe.

At this moment, three iron pipes, each as thick as a finger, were stuck into a person's body …

The room was filled with a bloody scene, as if it was hell on earth, emitting a malevolence and fear that seeped into one's bones.

Looking carefully, the person that was pierced by the metal pipe had actually … It was Liu Songxian.

At this moment, Liu Songxian was lying on the ground, his body still twitching non-stop. As he laid on the ground, his head slightly tilted upwards, and from my position, I could see his slightly upturned eyes, as if he knew I was coming and was staring straight at me.

Liu Songxian is not dead yet, so I can still hear the sound of his heavy breathing as hot as spitting blood foam from his mouth.

As for the person who was swinging the hammer and smashing the metal pipe, it seemed as if he was looking for fun from the slaughter.

At this moment, he was also covered in blood. Through the mask, he could hear waves of crazy laughter.

This person was not a ghost. Instead, he was a living person. He was only wearing a ghost mask.

The mask was also stained with blood. It looked like the mask that Magi wore when they sacrificed themselves in the past.

He was holding a hammer in his hand. Whether it was his hand or the hammer, both of them were covered in blood. He seemed very tired.