However, what they saw and heard along the way really overturned their understanding.
It looked like a roadside shop with flashing neon signs. The door was open and it looked like a hotel. But there was a woman standing at the entrance of the hotel. This woman's hair was wet, as if she had just been caught in the rain. His complexion was ashen, and he stood there motionless like a corpse.
It seemed that they attracted the woman's attention because they were passing by.
Suddenly.
The woman suddenly turned her head and looked over.
At this time, you can clearly see that the other half of this woman's face seems to be melting at the moment, the skin and flesh are falling down, her eyes are hollow, but there is a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
The expression on the entire face seemed to have been set long ago, making it look weird and terrifying.
In addition, there is a small noodle shop with only seven tables. There is only a pair of bowls on each table. The bowls are a little faded, as if they have been placed on a tomb and have been exposed to the wind and sun. It's the same, slightly pale, but there is an old bench in front of the table. The bench is painted with black paint. The paint reminds people of the black paint on the coffin.
The back chef of the noodle shop couldn't see clearly, it was shrouded in darkness, but the sound of a kitchen knife chopping on a chopping board could be faintly heard.
The voice was slow and rhythmic.
Not long after walking, a few people saw another clothing store. The items sold in the clothing store were also very strange. There were old suits, gray and white coats, and green gowns... Every piece of clothing It was hanging in the shop, twisting and turning like a living thing.
Along the way, the horror caused to a few ordinary people can be said to be incalculable.
The more you know, the more frightening your understanding of this world will become.
They tried to learn something from Su Yuan's mouth, but unfortunately, Su Yuan did not have much in common with these ordinary people.
And for them, knowing too much is not a good thing.
"ah....."
Suddenly, the female reporter let out an exclamation, attracting Su Yuan's attention.
Turning around, he saw her pointing at the figures wandering on the street with a surprised look on her face, a look of disbelief on her face.
"mom......"
Su Yuan looked in the direction she pointed, but he only saw one ghost after another wandering expressionlessly. There was no mother at all as the woman said.
As if aware of Su Yuan's gaze, the female reporter immediately said anxiously: "Really, I saw my mother, she is among those people."
However, when she finished saying this and looked at the crowd again, she found that her mother had disappeared.
It was as if he had blended into the crowd and followed the flow of people without knowing where he was going.
After thinking for a moment, Su Yuan seemed to have remembered something, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Your mother must be dead, right?" Su Yuan asked
The female reporter nodded immediately. "When I was 15 years old, I died in a car accident."
"Then it's not surprising that you can see your mother here." Su Yuan said calmly: "After all, this is a road where dead souls wander, and it also has the ability to bring the dead back to life.
"
Let the dead come back to life.
Hearing Su Yuan's explanation, your female reporter felt that the horror in her heart was beyond words.
Can this kind of thing really be done? Or is the guy in front of him deceiving himself?
But if it is true,...
As if he had read through his thoughts, a mocking smile appeared on Su Yuan's face.
"What do you want to try? Resurrect your mother?"
Immediately, a look of excitement appeared on the female reporter's face.
If possible, of course she would.
After all, this is one's own relative, who wouldn't want to do it if possible.
But is it really that simple to resurrect the dead? Isn't it a huge price to pay?
Before she could think clearly, Su Yuan sneered, then turned around and continued walking forward.
The female reporter opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but was pulled back by two colleagues behind her, telling her not to talk too much.
Looking back, the fear that could not be erased from her colleague's face made her wake up instantly.
Yes, now that I can't protect myself, how can I think so much, especially about the resurrection of the dead.
Su Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to what ordinary people thought.
At this moment, he was looking ahead. The strong supernatural interference prevented Su Yuan's ghost eyes from looking through the building to see the whole surroundings. Any building where his eyes fell would be distorted by the supernatural, and he could only see what he could see.
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Walk forward along the street.
This seemingly not long street seemed to be extending infinitely at this time, and there was no way to reach the end no matter how hard I walked.
There seemed to be an endless number of people wandering on the street in the light rain.
Su Yuan looked up and saw that the crowd was following the road with no end in sight.
If this continues, let alone three days, even ten days, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the ghost.
Knowing where the ghost is and being able to go to that place are two different things.
Thinking of this, Su Yuan no longer hesitated and took out the wish-making ghost pen.
He had to make a wish and lock in that position.
Of course, before that, these followers must be settled.
After a while, Su Yuan took back the ghost pen and moved forward again, but this time, he left the main road and walked into an alley. The alley was dark and damp, with no light, and it was dark, but it had no effect on Su Yuan.
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After a while, Su Yuan led the three people behind him to the corridor of a four-story building. He followed the stairs and went directly to a room on the third floor.
"You can't follow me to the next place. There are people here who can protect you. You can go on your own."
The female reporter and the other two looked carefully, but they found that the direction Su Yuan was pointing was a door, with a white couplet posted in front of the door, like an elegiac couplet.
And what is written above it is: Life will not harm anyone, death will not tire anyone, and I will go back with a clear conscience.
Obviously, this is an elegiac couplet written to the dead.
When she saw clearly what was written on it, when the female reporter turned around again, Su Yuan had disappeared and seemed to have left.
There was no other choice. The three of them had no choice but to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a faint light came from the dim environment inside. The source of that light was a small brazier in the middle of the room, and there were many people in the room.
He looked in the direction of the three people with frightened expressions. Apparently, like them, they were all survivors of Whitewater Town.