"Yes, let's play then?" Nisha showed an innocent smile.
"Okay, what are you going to do then?" Bison girl perfectly matched the little girl's brain channel.
"Let's divide the bread. Each person can eat one or two loaves at a time. Whoever eats the seventh loaf first wins." Nisha took out seven loaves made of wood from the drawer under the table.
I have to say that Mr. Anthony's craftsmanship is very good, at least the appearance of these toy breads is very similar to real bread.
The unique fluffiness and softness of white wheat bread are vividly displayed in the wood carvings. Except for the fact that many of the edges of these fake breads are stained with mud due to playing with them too many times, you can tell they are fakes at a glance. There is nothing else to be picky about.
of.
It’s hard for children from poor families to have enough to eat, and they don’t forget to eat bread even when playing house. This can be regarded as an obsession.
To be honest, this bread-breaking game really doesn’t have much technical content. Since it takes turns to eat first, there is no so-called sure-fire way to win.
but……
Half an hour passed, and Mark was stunned. He couldn't figure out whether Bison was intentional or really stupid, and he actually had the ability to let the little girl win seven games in a row.
"Ah! I lost again!" Miss Bison crouched down with her head in her arms, like a defeated dog in life.
"Yeah! The seventh bread is mine again!" Nisha made a sound imitating eating: "Ahhhhhh!"
At this time, the voice of Nisha's mother Susie came in: "Nisha, there is still dinner left, do you want to keep it for you as a midnight snack?"
"Mom, no need, I - I'm full!" Nisha, whose eyes were narrowed in laughter, was very happy. She emphasized the last three words and pronounced them clearly.
Perhaps it's the little girl's peculiar ambiguity in articulation.
Stupid girl was so excited that she said with an air of fighting and defeating after repeated defeats: "Come again!"
Unexpectedly, Nisha waved her hands and smiled: "Sister, I have to go to bed. Otherwise, mother will get angry. I have eaten enough tonight, let's talk tomorrow."
"Woooooo! Okay." Bai Sen was unwilling to give in.
At this time, Anthony knocked on the door and came in: "I suggest you two rest. It's almost late at night outside, monsters are raging, and the danger is too high."
"Okay." Mark took the two blankets handed over by Anthony and gave one to Bison.
Seeing Anthony go out, he closed the door behind him, and the two of them lay on the only two wooden benches in the living room.
This was definitely not comfortable, but it was their first rest since entering this world.
rest?
What a joke, Mark secretly checked everything around him.
The wooden house has poor wind and sound insulation. The large gap between the window and the window frame allows strong winds to flow into the living room. At the same time, Mark is sure that he can break the window and get out at any time.
After secretly checking his revolver and a few gadgets that came from the legless knight, Mark discovered that Bison had actually fallen asleep.
"She must be tired and scared."
When people are in a state of panic, they will consume more physical energy than usual exercise.
Mark didn't want to sleep, he knew that things had entered the most critical moment.
Secretly putting his right hand into his supposedly empty pocket, he grasped a wooden palm and felt every bump in the wooden joint. Mark suddenly felt at ease.
…
"Nisha, don't run around."
"Jason, it's okay."
"You always run around and make me worry."
Two blurry shadows chased each other one after another, and one of them turned around and waved.
But there was no innocent and cute child appearance. What suddenly came into view was the skeleton of one, no, two children!
"ah!"
The sounds of children playing still echoed in his ears, and non-existent scenes quickly passed through Mark's vision like afterimages left on the retina from a video.
Suddenly waking up, Mark found that he had fallen asleep in this strange living room.
There was no sound of frolics in my ears, only the whistling sound of the strong wind pouring into the living room.
This made Mark, who stood up violently, feel a sense of confusion. His cheeks were as cold as if they were soaked in cold lake water because of the ghostly voice, and his lower body was hot because he was covered with a rough woolen blanket.
"I actually fell asleep?" Mark couldn't imagine that when he was in a good mental state and extremely vigilant, he forced himself to fall asleep.
This is unreasonable!
Mark looked to his side and saw that Miss Bison was really heartless. She was sleeping on her back without any ladylike manner, and her right hands and feet were hanging outside the edge of the wooden chair in the living room.
Mark gave Bison two gentle slaps to wake her up.
"Well...my god, you finally accept me...eh!?" Byson's face turned red in an instant as he finally woke up: "What's wrong with me?"
Mark held her mouth and pointed at the door of the living room: "Look at that!"
Bison's eyes suddenly widened, and he almost subconsciously wanted to scream.
The two blurry shadows of children swished past the afterglow of the kerosene lamp, almost in a blink of an eye, but Mark and Mark definitely saw it.
Miss Bison was so frightened that she almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest.
Mark made a silencing gesture, and then thrust a dagger belonging to the Legless Knight into Byson's hand.
This action represents caution.
He held the lantern and barely illuminated the way forward. Unfortunately, the cold wind blowing in from outside seemed to be stronger. The lantern swayed while blowing, and the light also swayed.
Following the rhythm of the wind blowing on the wooden windows, Mark and Bison walked slowly and left the living room.
"Jason, you can't go to the attic! Mom said you can't." There was obviously no sound, but the phantom-like conversation remained in the eardrums of the two of them.
Two vague children's shadows disappeared at the stairwell of the second floor.
Although the shadows appeared intermittently, Mark and the two still caught their figures.
The two bravely walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The end of the corridor should be the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony and their two children. However, Mark and Bison had their eyes fixed on the corridor on the second floor.
There is a door panel leading to the small attic on the roof, which can be pulled down to put up a ladder, or there is a ladder behind the sliding door itself.
An extremely strong ominous aura was seeping down from above the door panel.
There must be something terrible in the attic!
Intuition told the two of them!
Bison first grabbed the back of Mark's clothes, but later found that this action was not enough to express his emotions, so he secretly tugged Mark's left elbow.
Mark turned around and saw a pair of eyes full of fear. Byson was so scared that she couldn't speak. She twisted her neck as if it was stuck and made a difficult movement of shaking her head.
The familiar fear gripped Miss Bison's heart, and cold sweat of fear kept dripping down her tender cheeks.
For many moments, Mark couldn't tell whether he was watching a dark horror movie called "The Academy" or whether he was actually stepping onto this wooden walkway that exuded the smell of decay.
In this kind of repeated mental torture, Mark felt that sooner or later his soul would be lost in this ghost place, let alone Bison.
"Senior, your eyes!?" Bison let out a suppressed cry.
Mark quickly took out his pocket watch. There happened to be a small mirror inside the cover of the pocket watch.
The young man in the mirror was as handsome as ever, except for his left eye that was starting to turn red.
About one-third of the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot threads as thick as a hair.
Mark immediately understood why he could see the afterimage of the child.
The light becomes weaker and weaker in this evil otherworld, and the air and dust mix into a thick storm of fear, constantly eroding the minds of normal people.
This is not just moistening things quietly, it is completely the evil spirit turning into strong winds and huge waves, constantly impacting the defense line of people's souls.
"No, there's something wrong with you, Baison."
Mark turned around the mirror, and Byson found that his eyes were also a little red.
Just as the two of them were surprised by the changes that had taken place in themselves, a strange red light was projected from above, covering their bodies.
Looking towards the source of the weird light, it turned out to be the closed attic door.
"Tick tock!"
Blood-red droplets seeped down from the cracks in the floorboards, swallowing up the dirt in the high corners of the walkways, the old cobwebs on the ceiling, and sealing off every opening that allowed entry into the howling wind.
"Run!" Mark grabbed Bison's left hand and ran downstairs without hesitation.
It's too late!
Anthony's family of four appeared at some unknown time and were blocked at the bottom of the stairs.
Mark and Bison's pupils trembled violently.
"When..." Mark's voice was almost a whisper.
"When you were leaving the living room." Aunt Susie's once extremely kind face was now full of gloom, and there was only scarlet blood in her strange eyes: "You guys, really don't want to know what's in the attic?"
"Senior!" Bison pulled Mark tremblingly.
In the corridor on the second floor, dense footsteps sounded on the ceiling.
One pair after another appeared.
There is no torso, only a squirming thing like blood sausage connecting the two legs.
They run on the corridors, walls, and ceilings, ignoring all rules of gravity!
"Let's go? Okay! Leave your legs!" Aunt Susie's face became ferocious, and the corners of her mouth cracked amidst the "beep" sound. As her cheeks cracked, her bright red gums could be seen.
"Keep your legs!"
"Leave the legs!"
"leg--"
Dozens of victims' faces turned into phantoms, impacting the hearts of the two. The voices intertwined rapidly and crazily in their minds. It took less than half a second for the voices to approach their ears from a very far distance.
.
Those mouths that kept opening and closing kept spitting out crazy words that maybe even they themselves couldn't understand.
Faced with this San value test, Mark rolled the dice in his mind's vision very calmly.
"Since there are always people who want to spend their lives, why can't it be my dead friends who can help me earn it?" Along with Mark's words in his heart, the broken rubbings that were collected in the dice not long ago suddenly disappeared without a trace.
In return for the price paid...
【20】!
Mark's eyes were clear: "Sure enough, the shoe cabinet is large, which is most suitable for friends with long legs. Isn't it? Ms. Centipede!"