His calves were weak and all his strength was drained. Ma Tian did not dare to turn his eyes. He could already feel the changes taking place in the two tourists around him.
The footsteps were approaching, and he looked out through the gap in the cabinet door. Bai Qiulin, whose body was tilted, was holding the cabinet door with one hand.
Just when Ma Tian thought Bai Qiulin would open the cabinet door, who knew that Bai Qiulin actually took out a lock and slowly locked the cabinet door!
Seeing this, Ma Tian finally understood everything before falling into coma.
"It turns out that the three of them...are all ghosts!"
The screams echoed in the living coffin village, and Brother Wang and Sister Cat also heard it as they ran wildly.
"Ma Tian is usually the calmest person. If he can be frightened to the point of screaming, he must have encountered something extremely terrifying."
Sister Cat's heart sank to the bottom. Five people came in, and within fifteen minutes, three of them had disappeared.
The scariest thing is that she still doesn't know what happened to her companions.
The cold sweat on her forehead couldn't stop flowing down. Unlike Ye Xingxin, she was not very courageous, so she formed a team to enter the haunted house for evaluation.
"Those friends of yours don't seem to be very reliable." Brother Wang's physical strength is very poor, and he can't run very far.
"This haunted house is too evil!" She was so nervous that Sister Cat also took off her disguise. She no longer wasted her expression to maintain a cute look, and her mind was filled with all kinds of terrifying scenes.
"Let's exit the scene first. Don't worry about saving face and suffering."
"good."
Sister Cat supported Brother Wang, and the two of them returned to the center of the village. They were both stunned when they looked at the streets.
"When we came here, which way did we take?"
"Brother Wang, the question now is not which way to go! There weren't so many roads when we came here!" Sister Cat almost cried.
"Calm down, don't forget what you do." Brother Wang took out his mobile phone: "Fortunately, I recorded it when I came here."
He swiped the screen and found a road that looked similar to the one he came from.
"It should be this one."
The two of them walked along the road, but as they walked, something felt more and more wrong.
"When we entered the village, it seemed that we had only walked a few minutes to the center of the village. As we walked out, why did it feel more and more eerie the further we walked?" Sister Cat looked at Brother Wang's cell phone: "Did we make a mistake?"
As time goes by, the scene in the Living Coffin Village slowly begins to reveal its true horror. The white paper lanterns on both sides of the street emit a faint red light, and everything becomes different.
"Did you really go on the wrong path?" Brother Wang compared it with his cell phone. At first, this road looked very similar to the street in the video, but the further we walked, the more differences there became. "Then let's go back to the center of the village and choose a new one."
"Maybe I can't go back." Sister Cat grabbed Brother Wang's hand and ran into the nearby yard. As soon as the two hid in the yard, they heard the sound of children singing on the street.
"In the twinkling of an eye, five days have passed, and the dead are buried in their graves praying for peace. The suona plays sad tunes, and the trumpets and trumpets scream joyfully."
Two children with blood-red masks jumped past the door. They looked to be only seven or eight years old, and their voices were very clear. However, combined with the current environment, it gave people a very eerie feeling.
"It seems like he's gone far away."
Sister Cat wanted to look out, but was stopped by Brother Wang: "Don't go out! What if those two children are lying at the door at this time? If this haunted house really has no lower limit as you said, then they are very likely to do something.
Such a thing."
"But staying here is not an option." Sister Cat tightened her collar: "Brother Wang, have you noticed that the temperature has dropped a little?"
"No, you are probably too nervous." Brother Wang was very cautious. He took his mobile phone and looked around: "Check the yard and clear out a safe place first."
The white paper lanterns emitted a shallow red light, and there was an indescribable smell in the air. The sand on both sides was loosening, and the dead locust trees were swaying gently.
"Is this a mechanism controlling it?" Brother Wang looked at the shaking locust tree and pushed the trunk with both hands. He originally just wanted to see what the mechanism was that controlled the vibration of the tree, but who knew that the locust tree was pushed down at once: "
The props are too weak."
As soon as Brother Wang finished speaking, Sister Cat pulled him hard: "Brother Wang, look under the tree!"
Under the dead locust tree is a pit, with a corpse stuck upside down in the pit, with its legs exposed.
"What kind of design is this?" Neither Brother Wang nor Sister Cat expected that there would be something buried under the locust tree.
"The tree is just an ordinary locust tree. It has no mechanism. Could it be that the feet below are moving, causing the tree above to tremble? The mechanism is actually on the corpse below?" Brother Wang stared at the body stuck upside down in the pit.
With the corpse model inside, he killed his curiosity in time and avoided the pit: "What a perverted scene arrangement."
Sister Cat followed Brother Wang and grabbed Brother Wang's arm: "Do you still want to go to the house?"
"Let me think about it." Brother Wang held the phone, and he was a little scared now.
The two of them stopped in the middle of the yard, and suddenly there was a sound of water splashing from an unknown direction, as if a fish jumped out of the water.
The surroundings were very quiet, and it was hard for the two of them not to notice such a sudden move.
"The sound seems to be coming from the water tank." Sister Cat hid behind Brother Wang. She had forgotten her identity as a haunted house evaluator, and she had also forgotten that the makeup on her face had long been frightened, and she looked worse than
Ghosts are a little better.
"Let's go over and have a look." Brother Wang bravely approached the water tank. Even when he was close, he couldn't feel anything strange. It was a very ordinary water tank, except for a white ball floating on the water.
"When we entered the yard just now, there was nothing floating on the water tank!" Brother Wang couldn't figure it out: "Where did that white ball come from?"
The light was very dim and it was difficult to see clearly. When they walked to the water tank, Brother Wang and Sister Cat suddenly heard a sound that sounded like a fish blowing bubbles.
"The ball is blowing bubbles?"
Brother Wang leaned forward, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and shined it into the water tank.
The bright light pierced the water surface and illuminated the round "ball".
The mouth was slightly open, that was not a ball at all, that was a soaked and white human head!
With a crash, the ghost in the water tank jumped out. The sudden bright light seemed to remind it of something unpleasant.
The swollen and white face rushed directly to his eyes. Brother Wang was so frightened that he threw his cell phone away. He ran back crazily, but before he could take a few steps, he tripped over something.
He looked at the flat ground in his memory. At this time, the corpse model in the pit, which was originally with its feet up, turned into its head up at some point!
There was a grinning face, as if it was getting ready to get out of the tree hole.
Brother Wang's legs were weak and he desperately crawled outside the house, but at this moment, the child's singing sounded again outside the gate.
"Old gentleman, he is sitting in front of the funeral with a serious and solemn look on his face. All the adults are watching, and the knees of this filial son are sore."