The dark corridor was just like Wang Chen's impression outside the house. It was not long. It soon reached the end. At the end, a wooden door opened to the right, locked with an almost rotten wooden latch. There were screams and howls.
It was coming out right outside the door, in a continuous stream.
Holding the latch with his hand, Zhang Wanquan pulled hard and then pushed open the wooden door.
The cold air blew towards my face. Here was a courtyard with dirt as the ground and a few dead trees with only bare branches standing crookedly. But in the middle of the courtyard was an ancient well.
This haunted house actually looks like a four-in-one layout.
The four of them didn't have time to take a closer look, so they followed the sound and looked for it. From a distance, they saw a black figure huddled in the corner of the wall, burying its head deeply like an ostrich, its whole body trembling, and sobbing with extreme fear.
Is it a woman? Or a female ghost? The four of them looked at each other.
Zhang Wanquan shook his head. This person was alive and not a ghost.
These words emboldened Murong Aotian, who strode up, patted the man and shouted: Hello.
This sudden slap made the woman scream and almost jump up. She held on to the wall tightly, turned her face sideways, revealing a pair of frightened eyes, and said tremblingly: "Don't, don't kill me... don't kill me...
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"Calm down, no one wants to kill you." Murong Aotian said loudly.
"I will die... I will die... The ghost is coming, the ghost is coming!"
The words of comfort were of no use at all. The woman's eyes moved around in fear, but she spoke nonsense words.
"The ghost is coming?" Wang Chen muttered to himself, repeated it, then walked over, squatted down and said, "What do you mean when you say the ghost is coming?"
"I'm going to die... I'm going to die." The woman seemed not to hear anything clearly and was still mumbling the same sentence.
"Where...is the ghost?!" Wang Chen looked solemn and shouted in a low voice.
After this drink, the woman's eyes seemed to regain some sparkle, but the fear in her eyes was not reduced at all: "Here, right here, right in this courtyard!"
"What?!" This sudden sentence almost caused the scalps of the four people to explode. Murong Aotian and Luo Qingye had turned around suddenly and looked around cautiously.
This yard is only about a few square meters, and there is no obstruction. If the woman's statement is correct, then the place where the so-called ghost can be hidden is extremely clear.
"How do you know that the ghost is here?" Wang Chen asked.
"I know, I can feel it... right here." The woman murmured like a whisper.
"Brother Zhang, if it...is here, let's go back to the hall and slowly think of a solution." Luo Qingye said with trembling lips.
Perhaps influenced by the weird atmosphere, even the reckless Murong Aotian surprisingly had no objection.
"I think she has gone crazy." Zhang Wan's expression remained unchanged, he glanced around and asked, as if to confirm his judgment: "What's your name?"
Unexpectedly, just after asking this question, the woman seemed to wake up instantly and asked: "Why are you asking this? Who are you?"
A strange look flashed across Zhang Wanquan's eyes, and he said calmly: "Let me see if you are really crazy."
The woman seemed dissatisfied with Zhang Wanquan's explanation and still asked, "Who are you?"
"What exactly is it?" Wang Chen's heart moved. When ordinary people ask about the other party's identity, they will probably ask you who you are. How can anyone ask you what you are?
At this moment, Luo Qingye took over the conversation and said: "This uncle is an exorcist and can take us out."
The fear in the woman's eyes became even stronger, and she murmured: "Exorcist...have you told him your names?"
"Then what happened?" Luo Qingye was stunned.
"Leave him, stay away from him!" The woman suddenly screamed: "He wants to kill us, that's why he asked our names."
"He is a ghost!" the woman said in horror, clinging tightly to the cold wall. Looking at her appearance, she seemed to wish she had the ability to walk through the wall so that she could leave this dangerous place in an instant.
Wang Chen stood up slowly, feeling alarmed in his heart. He recalled the scene where Zhang Wanquan took the initiative to introduce himself and led the three people to introduce each other. Could it be that all of this was a deliberate inducement?
If what this woman said is true, then there is only one possibility. This haunted house must know the exact name of the person before it can kill?
The three of them could not help but move further away from Zhang Wanquan. Murong Aotian even took out a gleaming dagger and assumed a fighting posture.
Zhang Wanquan glanced at the four of them, frowned and said: "I already know your names, aren't you still alive and well? I think it's better to let her explain, what is the conclusion that knowing the names is to kill people?
Got it."
"You can't deceive me." The woman seemed to see the three people leaning towards her side, and said like a madman: "Your whole body exudes the smell of blood, you can't deceive me, you can't deceive me!!"
"This woman has gone crazy." Zhang Wanquan said calmly without changing his expression.
"Kill him, kill him!" The woman raised her unusually tight fingers and pointed at Zhang Wanquan. "He is a ghost!"
"I think you, the one who is alone in such a weird place and bewitches us to kill each other, are the ghost." Zhang Wanquan said calmly.
"You believe me, believe me!" The woman's voice was hoarse in desperation, and she grabbed Luo Qingye, who was closest to her, with both hands, and tears and snot flowed out together.
Luo Qingye was actually a little dazed. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Wanquan, then looked at the woman in front of her with an earnest and pleading look, and her heart became a mess.
"I don't want to waste time here." While Zhang Wanquan was speaking, he turned around and walked to the well. He looked down at the mouth of the well and examined it carefully. He didn't seem to find anything, and then said: "Obviously there is nothing here.
Except for a lunatic, there are no clues about the coffin of the owner of this murderous house. If he continues to be dragged here, he may have been caught in some kind of trick, but that’s not certain."
After saying that, he ignored everyone in the room and actually walked towards the house hidden in the shadows.
"Don't go in! We will all die!" the woman growled crazily.
Zhang Wanquan didn't even notice, and without even a slight pause in his footsteps, he opened the door and walked in with a "squeak" sound.
Wang Chen hesitated for a moment, then followed Zhang Wanquan and walked in.
"Brother..." Luo Qingye looked at Murong Aotian, confused.
Murong Aotian hesitated and said, "Take her and wait in the lobby. This woman seems to know a lot of things. When she calms down, maybe we can get more clues."
"Send us away." Luo Qingye begged. Under such circumstances, she had lost the courage to continue exploring with a person who was accused of being a ghost.
Murong Aotian was startled, then nodded.
The three of them returned to the hall. Murong Aotian took out two short knives and nailed the torn off landscape painting to the wall, just enough to cover the exposed corpse.
Luo Qingye sat at the wooden table with some fear. Opposite her was the crazy woman. For some reason, the woman was very calm at the moment, just staring straight ahead with empty eyes.
"If there is anything wrong, just scream." Murong Aotian leaned down and whispered to Luo Qingye, while secretly handing over a dagger that shone with cold light.
Perhaps the dagger made Luo Qingye calm down a little. She looked at Murong Aotian and nodded heavily.
Da da da……
A strange sound sounded. It seemed to come from far away, but also seemed to be close to my ears, as if someone was tapping the wooden door with their fingernails.
Murong Aotian and Luo Qingye were stunned at the same time.
Murong Aotian reacted quickly, secretly wondering if something happened to Zhang Wanquan and Jiang Yuna, and quickly ran in that direction.
"Don't go there!" The mad woman suddenly turned her head and said with empty eyes: Don't leave this lamp, otherwise you will die!