Warm yellow light entered his eyes, causing his vision to tremble slightly. A simple and neat house appeared in front of Wang Chen's eyes.
The whole room was not big, taking on an L shape. A long wooden table was placed in the widest part of the room, occupying a large space, and four long wooden benches were arranged in the four corners. Behind him, a cold chill could be heard faintly.
, the entire farmhouse was completely surrounded by blood mist.
Fortunately, the blood mist couldn't penetrate.
Looking along the light source, I saw a wooden board fixed on the wall to make a simple shrine. On it was placed an unknown statue of a benevolent god. An oil lamp was placed flatly on the shrine, and the flame of the oil lamp was stable.
And straight, it's like there is no wind in the room.
It looks like a peaceful farm family, as if a smiling peasant woman will walk out at any time, carrying warm dishes and entertaining strange guests enthusiastically.
He took a few steps forward vigilantly, only to see a pair of feet wearing purple embroidered shoes exposed where the side of the room connected with the corridor.
Embroidered shoes are footwear commonly worn by women in all countries, but the feet wearing embroidered shoes look a bit strange. They are lying down, exposing the white soles.
"Corpse?" Wang Chen's back felt inexplicably cold. The pair of embroidered shoes illuminated by the oil lamp were shrouded in strange colors.
Without hesitation, Wang Chen walked towards the embroidered shoes.
It is very likely that the battle with the Vampire King had already begun when he entered this wooden house.
Being timid can only lead to losing the opportunity.
In the quiet environment, the sound of footsteps was extremely clear. Wang Chen tried to slow down his footsteps, but happened to pass by the shrine on the wall.
He couldn't help but look up, and saw that the kind-hearted Buddha enshrined in the niche seemed to be smiling, but because of the shadow cast by the oil lamp, it became distorted and weird, as if some evil object had transformed into a sacred appearance, showing a false smile.
Wang Chen was stunned, and secretly warned himself not to be suspicious, stopped looking at the statue, and walked slowly over.
With the light of the oil lamp, he finally saw clearly that there was a woman lying in the corridor. Her appearance could be called delicate, but her eyes were closed tightly, and there seemed to be a look of pain on her face. She did not look like a corpse.
He took a few steps forward and leaned down.
The woman's chest was rising and falling slightly, and her breathing was a little slow, as if she was sleeping soundly.
"Wake up." Wang Chen gently shook the woman's shoulder.
"Hello!"
The woman's eyelids trembled slightly and she opened her eyes, only to see a stranger squatting in front of her.
ah!
A rapid and short scream suddenly sounded, which was extremely clear in this silent environment. The woman did not seem to understand the current situation, and subconsciously rolled her whole body backwards and crawled back.
"Do I look like a bad guy?" Wang Chen was a little shocked.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you?" Wang Chen seemed to have never encountered such a situation. Several sentences came to his mind, but he felt that after saying these words, he was afraid that the woman would be even more scared, but his mouth was dry.
I opened it twice without making any sound.
The woman finally saw Wang Chen's appearance clearly at this time. She saw that Wang Chen was younger than her and didn't seem to be malicious, so she gradually calmed down.
But as soon as she retreated, she was already sitting at the door of another room. But at this moment, there seemed to be a black shadow in the room, slowly standing up.
ah!
The woman screamed again, and regardless of Wang Chen standing in the middle of the corridor, she passed Wang Chen very quickly and ran towards the room where the dim oil lamp was lit.
It seemed that the light there could help her find some comfort in her fear.
"Don't open the door!"
Wang Chen said anxiously.
The living room is separated from the outside of the house by a door, and the outside is full of blood mist. If the blood mist pours in, the consequences will be disastrous.
Under such an environment, I am afraid that this house is actually the safest place.
Sure enough, the woman rushed into the hall and instinctively looked at the door of the house. Seeing that there was only a door separating this place from the outside world, she almost ran away in fear.
"Who's there!"
A strange man's voice came from the back room.
"Is there anyone else?"
Wang Chen was stunned and slowly retreated into the living room.
The woman who was about to open the door was slightly startled when she heard the voice, but finally couldn't help but gritted her teeth and reached over to open the door.
"If we open the door, we might all die." Wang Chen said solemnly.
The woman was shocked when she heard this. She turned her head and looked at Wang Chen. She finally slowly lowered her hand and did not continue to open the door.
"You said we will die?" a man said as he slowly walked out.
This is a young man of about twenty years old, wearing a blue warrior uniform, but with two sharp knives tattooed on the right side of his chest. His face is gloomy, but his hair is a bit messy, as if he had just gotten up from the ground.
Wang Chen's eyes inadvertently glanced at the two sharp knives on the young man's chest, and he thought to himself that this outfit looked like a warrior from a mortal nation.
"Why?" The man stared at Wang Chen and asked unceremoniously.
"Because, there are... ghosts outside." Wang Chen said.
When the woman heard Wang Chen's words, she shivered in fright, but the man was stunned and turned to sneer,
"Ghost? Huh, I, Murong Aotian, have killed countless people, but I have never seen any ghosts. You want to scare me. Believe it or not, I will kill you directly to see if you can turn into a ghost?"
"Murong Aotian..."
Wang Chen was speechless. The naming of the Di Nian space was really not particular. But after all, the speeches of these creatures did not have the same lines as fifteen-year-old socks.
"It seems that you have killed countless people and have advanced cultivation. The sooner you leave here, the safer I will be. Why should I stop you from leaving?" Wang Chen asked in return.
Murong Aotian frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to think that Wang Chen's words made sense, so he asked, "Where is this place?"
Wang Chen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, and looked at the woman again. The woman was a little frightened, and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know either."
Murong Aotian raised his eyebrows, as if he was very impatient, and was about to say something. But he only heard footsteps coming from inside the house.
Looking sideways, he saw that the dim light in the room was blocked by the wooden wall, and only darkness remained in the depths of the corridor. Even though Murong Aotian was arrogant, it did not mean he was reckless. Looking at the unknown darkness, he felt a glimmer in his heart.
Finally, he slowly retreated into the living room.
Under the vigilant gazes of the three people, a figure slowly appeared in the depths of the corridor. He was a thin middle-aged man, wearing a long gown. His face could vaguely show the handsomeness of his youth, but his face was pale, which somehow suited this outfit.
"There is no doubt that the Emperor's thoughts created the creation." Wang Chen looked at the middle-aged man with determination.
If Murong Aotian and this woman may still be living people from the outside world, then this middle-aged man is obviously over 30 years old and is undoubtedly a creation of Emperor's Mind.
In this strange place, all clues cannot be missed.