After passing through a terrifying corridor, Zhang Qing and others finally arrived at the end of this strange cell.
I saw a thick bluestone brick wall at the end.
In front of the wall, there is an old wooden table, like a desk.
There is an old desk lamp on the table. The desk lamp is on at the moment. The light is yellow and dim, and it can only illuminate the vicinity of the wooden table.
"Finally it's the end, I can't hold on anymore."
A look of surprise flashed in Wan Tong's eyes.
Although he was not attacked along the way, his heart trembled when he thought of those imprisoned devils.
He had noticed before that some cell fences were damaged.
In other words, the cells here are not as strong as imagined.
Fierce ghosts can be broken through.
If they happen to encounter a powerful ghost breaking into the cell, there is a high probability that they will be targeted by the evil ghost.
In the current state of the three of them, if they encounter a fierce ghost, the possibility of their group being wiped out is too high.
Fortunately, now we finally see the end.
After seeing the end, the three of them suddenly became energetic and walked quickly over.
As they got closer, they discovered a table placed there.
It's a very old style of work.
On the table, there is a desk lamp, providing a little light.
With the help of light, Zhang Qing and others discovered that there was a bottle of black ink on the table with a pen inserted in it;
Next to them were several notebooks with yellowed paper, and it seemed that there were still unfinished notes on them.
"It seems like someone once lived in this place, but now they are gone." Zhang Qing had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
But Wan Tong's eyes were looking everywhere at this moment;
"The pendulum clock is not here, and the missing mysterious president is not here either. It seems we have failed."
Wan Tong's eyes suddenly darkened, and there was an obvious look of disappointment on his face.
At this time, Zhang Qing did not care to think about who left these things in front of him, but remembered the purpose of their trip.
I saw him walking slowly for two steps with very clumsy steps, and then carefully looked at the surrounding situation.
He found that there was indeed no such thing as a pendulum clock.
And he was also sure that there should be no one in this place in the near future.
"It seems that our efforts were in vain this time."
Normally, they might still be in the mood to explore the secrets here, but now they don't know when Yang Jian will catch up.
Even if Yang Jian didn't chase them, the imprisoned devils were not sure when they would target them.
Under the threat of death, they have no interest in exploring the secret.
"The owner of the old house spent so much effort hiding the existence of this place. I don't believe there is nothing useful."
Liu Baimu, who only had his head left, looked a little excited.
He is in the worst condition now. Although he is still alive, he can't last long.
If the pendulum clock cannot be found, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
Originally, this place was the place where he placed his last hope, but now he found that there was no pendulum clock here as he imagined.
"Now is not the time to give up. This place is definitely not as simple as we saw. You should search first and see if you can find anything new."
Liu Baimu is not someone who gives up easily.
Hearing his words, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong couldn't help but frown.
After a moment of silence, the two began to search again.
"How's it going? Did you find anything special?"
Since there was only one head left, Liu Baimu could not do many things and could only rely on Zhang Qing and Wan Tong.
"No, I have checked this table carefully. Apart from the few things placed on the table, there is nothing else worthy of attention."
Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored the wooden table.
"Then take a look at the things on the table and see if there are any clues." Liu Baimu still refused to give up.
This time Zhang Qing and Wan Tong did not hesitate and started checking on the desk.
However, out of caution, they did not dare to touch anything on it at will, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.
Soon, they checked everything on the table.
I saw nothing unusual except for some notebooks on the desk.
However, one notebook is still open.
However, they did not act rashly because they were not sure whether these notes contained any terrifying curse.
Therefore, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong both stretched their necks and approached.
The next second.
Both of them couldn't help but have doubtful looks on their faces.
I saw some words and other things on the open notebook.
But the handwriting is very strange, like symbols, and it seems like the strokes are missing. It is not complete at all, and there is no way to identify the handwriting on it.
But the only thing that is certain is that the writing on it was written by a living person.
And judging from the condition of the handwriting, the last time I wrote should be within a month.
In other words, within a month, someone had used this notebook here and even recorded something on it.
It's just that the records in the notes are like symbols and cannot be deciphered at all. No matter how you look through them, you can't identify the contents.
"How's it going? Still haven't found anything?"
After a while, Liu Baimu saw that Zhang Qing and Zhang Qing were silent, and he couldn't help it.
Zhang Qing glanced at Liu Baimu, then shook his head.
Seeing this, Liu Baimu's eyes suddenly became a little gloomy.
Liu Baimu seemed to have accepted his fate at this time, closing his eyes tightly, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he had died.
A trace of sadness flashed across Zhang Qing's face.
This is not because of how good his relationship with Liu Baimu is, but simply because the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad.
Now they are all on the same boat.
It's Liu Baimu now, and no one knows when it will be his turn or Wan Tong's turn.
"Liu Baimu, are you okay? Do you have any good ideas now?"
Zhang Qing looked at the pale head on the table and hesitated, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Now it seems that I won't live much longer. Without a body, it's not enough to just rely on the pendulum clock curse to prolong the time of death."
Liu Baimu's tone was calm and somewhat strange.
But he still spoke without opening his eyes.
Liu Baimu was also a little discouraged at this time.
Although he doesn't want to die, judging from the current situation, the odds are against him and he will most likely die here.
He felt a little wronged in his heart, but at the same time he also felt helpless.
Liu Baimu was confident that even if he faced Yang Jian head-on, he would still have the ability to resist.
But this kid Yang Jian didn't care about martial ethics and directly used supernatural objects to attack him from the air without giving him any chance to deal with it.
This made Liu Baimu feel very aggrieved.
But the confrontation between ghost masters is like this, everyone has a chance to kill the other.
This time, Yang Jian directly chose to strike first. It was the right approach. If it were Liu Baimu, he would have done the same thing.
After Liu Baimu sighed deeply for the last time, he stopped talking.
It seems that he has accepted the cruel reality of his impending death.
When Zhang Qing and Wan Tong saw him like this, they could only look at each other.
They didn't expect that Liu Baimu would also have such a desperate day.