Shortly after Huang Mao entered the house, two children with blood-red facial makeup poked their heads out of the wedding sedan.
Bai Qiulin seemed to have not seen such a strange and terrifying scene, walking past Zixi's sedan.
The white paper lantern hanging on the door swayed a few times and then suddenly went out, making the old house even darker.
White characters "囍" were posted on the walls. Huang Mao stood alone in the house: "This house is much larger than the ones I have been to before. It must be equipped with many mechanisms."
He was brave, but that didn't mean he was stupid. The atmosphere in the house was not normal, and he had already sensed this.
"Huang Xing..."
Someone was faintly calling his name in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed like it was coming from inside the main hall.
"You're calling me?" When he calmed down and listened carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.
"It should be equipped with supporting surround sound equipment. I really can't believe that such expensive equipment would be installed in such a shabby scene."
With his heart already lifted, Huang Mao slowly approached the main hall and carefully pushed the door open.
The room was hung with pale white curtains. It was obviously a happy event, but it was held as if it were a funeral.
"It's really a ghost marriage. I've played similar scenes before, it's nothing new."
"Huang Xing..."
Huang Mao was talking to himself. Halfway through his words, the strange voice sounded again, and this time he heard it more clearly.
"This voice is somewhat familiar!"
It was a strange feeling that the person calling his name should be an acquaintance in his life, but he just couldn't remember who that person was.
The dilapidated old house, paper money all over the floor, and white 囍 characters on the walls. The surrounding environment has not changed much, but Huang Mao feels a little different, and it seems a little more eerie.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew behind him, his neck felt cold, and Huang Mao turned around suddenly: "Who?"
"Why are you panicking? It's me." Bai Qiulin put one hand in his pocket and started walking around the room.
Seeing that it was other tourists, Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you hear a woman talking just now?"
"No." Bai Qiulin looked through the various arrangements in the house, but he never strayed too far from the door.
"I clearly heard someone calling my name." Huang Mao glanced outside the door. Two children with blood-red facial makeup jumped over at the gate: "There is someone outside!"
Bai Qiulin also glanced at the gate. There was only an empty street outside: "Are you sick? Where is there anyone?"
"Damn it! It's true! There are two children with something painted on their faces." Huang Mao tried his best to describe the appearance of the two children.
"Do you think a haunted house would ask such young children to pretend to be ghosts and scare people? If it's not a dummy prop, then you're wrong."
When Bai Qiulin looked away, two more children stuck their heads out at the gate.
"I read that right!" This time Huang Mao looked at the two children, and he rushed out: "I will catch them for you later!"
Huang Mao rushed to the door in one breath, but the two children disappeared again. The street was empty. Except for the paper money on the ground, only the wedding sedan was gently swaying.
"Where are the people? It's strange. It only took a few seconds for me to run out. Where can they go?"
"Huang Xing..."
Huang Mao suddenly shuddered, and the woman's voice came to his ears again: "Why did that voice get closer to me after I ran outside? It felt like she was lying in my ear and talking to me.
The same."
He took out his mobile phone to illuminate it, trying to find the hidden speaker, but as soon as he turned on the flashlight that came with his mobile phone, a woman's voice came to his ears again.
"Huang Xing..."
The voice got closer, and it felt like it was getting into the depths of his mind.
"It's so evil." Huang Mao has visited many haunted houses, and this is the first time he encountered such a situation: "I can't stay alone. I got my wedding dress and hurried to meet Sister Cat."
Turning back to the main hall, Huang Mao suddenly discovered an even more terrifying thing - Bai Qiulin was missing! A living person just disappeared without a sound!
"Where are the people?"
A rare emotion spread in Huang Mao's heart, and he felt a hint of fear.
"Bai Qiulin!" Huang Mao called the tall and thin man's name, and he slowly walked into the bedroom.
This room is different from other rooms. The beds and quilts are all bright red, but it doesn't seem to be festive at all. Instead, it feels a little bloody. It seems that it is not paint but blood.
"It looks like a girl's boudoir. The wedding dress should be here, right?" Huang Mao took a few steps forward, and there were clusters of thin red threads falling on the ground, which were particularly conspicuous among the white paper money on the floor.
He walked across the red lines and walked to the bed. Big red pillows and quilts were thrown together randomly. There were needles, thread, scissors and other messy things on the bed, but there was no wedding dress he was looking for.
The wedding dress was not seen where it should be. Huang Mao gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it wouldn't be that simple."
He lifted the quilt on the bed and could clearly see the blood spots, as if it were real.
"Huang Xing, look down..."
When Huang Mao was searching intently, the woman's voice appeared directly in his mind without any warning.
When people are highly nervous, they will be startled if they are tapped on the shoulder, let alone if a voice directly rings in their mind.
Huang Mao almost sat on the ground. He held the bed with one hand and was very nervous.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists: "It doesn't look like a sound effect! This is definitely not a sound effect!"
He twisted his arm and his heart was beating wildly: "That voice just said one more thing, yes! She said look down!"
Looking downward, Huang Mao discovered that all the red lines in the room extended from under the bed.
"Under the bed?"
His Adam's apple trembled, and he slowly squatted down, holding the edge of the bed with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, tilting his head to look under the bed.
His eyes were moving downwards, and every nerve in Huang Mao was tense. He gritted his teeth, and when his head was about to reach under the bed, a hand suddenly stretched out!
"groove!"
Huang Mao sat down on the ground, supported his body with both hands, and kept crawling back. His eyes were full of horror: "That looked like a severed hand just now! There is no arm, only one hand!"
Before he could get over the sudden fright, something suddenly hit his back.
Turning around to look, Huang Mao found Bai Qiulin standing behind him: "You scared me to death! Where did you run just now!"
"I just walked around, by the way, what did you see under the bed?" Bai Qiulin asked curiously.
"A severed hand, it didn't feel like someone was controlling it, suddenly came out from under the bed." Huang Mao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his calves were still trembling: "We need to leave here quickly, come and pull us out
I'll give it a try."
After Huang Mao finished speaking, he grabbed Bai Qiulin's left hand directly, but missed.
Holding Bai Qiulin's empty sleeve in his hand, Huang Mao looked a little dull and couldn't think straight: "You, where are your hands?"
His neck was bent and twisted, as if he had suffered a huge impact after falling from a tall building. Bai Qiulin's seven orifices were oozing blood. He looked at his empty left arm sleeve with a happy smile on his face.