The road below was completely blocked, and a large amount of gravel and soil piled up in the middle of the road, which was prohibitive.

The door on the left seems to be unable to open. After all, there are a large amount of wire and hair wrapped around the door handle, so the only way is to the right.

"There is only one road, so we don't seem to have to choose." Zhang Feng replied with a shrugged.

Brother Wang: "Well, the other roads seem to be blocked, and we seem to have to go into that door."

"I just hope there will be no more mice inside..." Li Ya seemed to be no longer concerned about what was ahead. Her mind was full of mice, and her face was still extremely pale.

Aya nodded and pushed open the only door in front of her that she could enter.

The door behind is not a normal room, but a very strange tunnel.

The surface of the uneven rock is full of water marks. What you can see is that some flesh and blood are still embedded in the cracks of the rock, squirming like living creatures.

Everything here is so disgusting, it's like staying in the stomach of a creature.

Stepping on the somewhat sticky floor with barefoot feet, Aya walked forward step by step with the light.

After passing through the strange tunnel, Aya came to the bottom of an iron door.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sounds inside.

A vague voice came from the door...

"Don't come over, what are you doing!"

"Why, you have to help that child desperately? We can't even be resurrected if we help her!"

"How great it would be to pull her to this world, that would be interesting!"

"No!!"

The voice of rejection was extremely firm, but what followed was its screams.

"Stop it!!"

Scream—

The sound of the blade entering the flesh sounded clearly. Aya, who had been standing outside the door, put her hand on the door handle. The cold door handle touched the palm of her hand. She thought about it and did not rush to open the door...

Immediately after another, the sound of metal utensils piercing the flesh continued to come...

"Why don't Fat Sister open the door? What are she waiting for?" Li Ya asked the two people beside her in confusion.

After a period of easing, she successfully walked out of her fear.

As soon as she spoke, she was in doubt.

After all, since the beginning, she has been absent-minded and has no intention of observing the things around her.

"She was waiting for the person who committed the crime to leave. It was obvious that the people inside must have been killed, and they were holding weapons when they heard the sound." Zhang Feng answered Li Ya's question.

Listening to the sound, the person inside the door was stabbed at least five times.

This kind of injury can no longer survive, and even if Aya enters, it will make no sense. It is better to wait for the people inside to leave.

Besides, Fat Sister and the killed person are not related or unfair, so there is really no need to take the risk to save it.

Even though the other party was thinking about how to save Aya the second ago.

But she is not the real Aya and has no obligation to respond to that person's kindness.

"That's right, in this case, it is very likely that you will conflict with the enemy when you enter the door rashly. Among the four of us, only Brother Li has the strength. No one else can confront these ghosts head-on."

"When the supernatural objects are sealed a lot, we have lost the capital to play head-on with these guys. It is easy for them to kill us, but it is difficult for us to kill them."

Brother Wang added for Zhang Feng that he was indeed right.

Judging from the current situation, no one except Zhang Feng is sure to go to the front of a ghost holding a knife.

After all, not everyone has the ability to kick the wooden door apart.

"Oh, if my iron fist is here, how could these sluts be so arrogant? I will just fuck them into hell." Zhang Feng sighed regretfully.

He has already begun to miss his supernatural bodies.

If there is one person who is "Yan Liang and Wen Chou" again, how can this little "Hua Xiong" be the turn to be arrogant?

"Iron Fist? What is that?" Li Ya asked curiously.

"Oh, that's my lost youth and dream." Zhang Feng looked up at the illusory space with a pretentious look, his face full of emotion.

"Well, I didn't understand." Li Ya said.

"Anyway, it's not a normal thing. With this guy's urinary nature, he might shout and punch me, then take out a pistol from his crotch and shoot the other person to death. Finally, he said with a very badass: This is my iron fist! This is what he said."

Brother Wang used exaggerated body language to describe Zhang Feng's behavior. I have to say that he is the truth. Zhang Feng has really done such a mess.

Zhang Feng: "..." Why do you feel that the memories of dead are attacking me?

Ignoring the noise in my mind, after waiting for a short while, Aya slowly twisted the door, carefully pushed it away and took a step back.

The purpose of this is to determine whether the other party ambushed her behind the door.

If she just walked in so casually, and a handsome guy holding a kitchen knife was lying on the ceiling like a spider waiting for her to enter...

That would be too much fun.

It is estimated that her head would be split in half on the spot.

So, to be on the safe side, she had to observe the good situation first.

With the help of the lantern in his hand, Aya saw clearly the situation inside.

There was indeed a dead person in the small room behind the door.

Scattered wooden barrels and hard oil barrels are neatly placed in front of the walls of the room. You can also see two or three lifelike dolls sitting quietly on the oil barrels and on the ground.

Since there was still a distance and the lights did not completely dispel the darkness in the room, Aya did not see the face of the dead clearly.

Only countless knife wounds on her body, as well as a kitchen knife that penetrated directly into the middle of her chest.

Blood was slowly overflowing from under her, like a lake hit by a stone, rippling in circles.

The fishy smell made Aya sniff her nose unconsciously.

What a strong rust smell...

Aya stood in front of the door, thinking about three ways to be raided in her mind, and repeatedly determined whether there would be monsters somewhere behind the door.

Aya's little feet took a step forward.

The lights invade the room, making everything inside brighter.

"In... Come on... No one."

Suddenly, he fell to the ground and the bloody man spoke and made a sound.

Aya heard this sound, and it was the little girl who snatched her mother's perfume not long ago.

Aya widened her eyes uncontrollably, then quickly ran to her, her feet stepping on bright red blood, picking them around. When she saw the blonde woman's face, Aya murmured:

"Why......"

The other party did not answer, but just silently muttered Aya's name.

“Ah…ya…”

The woman's voice was like a time machine that led others to travel through the world. A white light flashed in front of Aya's eyes and entered the woman's memories.

In the picture, a little blond girl was holding bread in her hands and laying on the ground in a mess. Dust and smoke rose beside her, and the bread in her hands was also stained with dust.

Behind her was a greasy bald middle-aged man.

The man kicked the girl hard and said viciously: "If you have unclean hands and feet, I will break your legs next time I dare to come!"

After the man made up his harsh words, he turned around and left angrily.

There are a few more shoe prints on the girl...

"It's so pitiful~"

The gentle man who had been standing aside to watch the show walked to the little girl, half-squatted, shook his head, and said in a low voice.

"Come to my house and give you something delicious." The man was tempted.

The screen turns again.

This time, the man has brought the little girl back home.

The candlelight spread in the darkness, illuminating everything around it, and also reflecting all the food on the table into your eyes.

The aroma of food penetrated into the nose, and the little girl widened her eyes and felt a little at a loss.

"Don't have to worry, you'll be a member of our family starting today."

The gentle man wearing glasses stood behind his hands behind his back, and said, "Let's have a good meal."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of food. She swallowed everything on the table with tears in her eyes.

After dinner, the man brought a little girl who was still in her infancy.

The man knelt on one knee and said to the little girl: "This child is Aya, and he is your sister."
To be continued...