am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

Isn't this bullying? Wang Mo thought to himself.

Then he saw that the line of small characters where the server followed up the text gradually turned blood red, and even kept dripping blood, very much like his heart that was bleeding at this moment.

If you want to know what happened next, please explore on your own.

These two sentences appeared on the big screen, and then the screen went black.

"This design is so thoughtful." Wang Mo couldn't help but exclaimed, looked at Xun Ying, and said.

"Well, indeed." Xun Ying also nodded.

But he doesn't have Wang Mo's curiosity. How should I put it? It's a bit like a medical student watching a medical drama or a law student watching a crime drama. , Most of the time I was laughing without saying a word.

But Xun Ying didn't want to say anything right now.

He just looked at Wang Mo and felt that he was enjoying it, and that was enough.

So the two of them bypassed the touch screen and came to the scenic spot in front of them.

The first scenic spot is located inside a promenade, with walls composed of large display screens on both sides, and the photos displayed on the stickers on the forum just now are displayed on one side.

It's just that the wall of the display screen shows a dynamic picture. The irregular hurricane blows the shrubs in the wilderness in the distance, and they are constantly urging them in the direction of Wang Mo and Xun Ying.

At the same time, artificial wind was blown on the walls on both sides of the corridor, giving people an immersive feeling.

Wang Mo remembered the description on that post, many invisible people were running towards them from all directions!

Wang Mo trembled all over, and when he turned around, he saw Xun Ying standing beside him, even with a bored look on his face.

However, when he saw Wang Mo, he immediately put on a prudent look with great respect for the other party.

Wang Mo: "..."

My brother still has two faces, Wang Mo said in his heart.

However, he was still very moved by Xun Ying's feeling of taking care of himself like this.

At the same time, Wang Mo saw the outline of a deserted house gradually appearing on the wall behind Xun Ying.

It is a building that has been uninhabited for a long time at a glance. All the windows facing the street have no glass. I don’t know if they were broken with stones by the nearby brats, or blown by the ghostly wind here. Yes, in short, it is gone, leaving only two bottomless holes, like two black eye sockets of a skeleton.

"Amo, do you want to go in and have a look?" Xun Ying asked Wang Mo who was trembling beside him like chaff.

But after he saw the other party's current situation, Xun Ying began to think seriously about a question, whether to take Wang Mo away directly or not.

"think."

Unexpectedly, Wang Mo, who was like a mobile phone tuned to vibration mode, puffed up his chest and nodded at Xun Ying.

Is he afraid? He is indeed afraid, but does he want to go? He also really wants to go in and have a look.

Wang Mo is timid, but he can't hold back his curiosity. In fact, Wang Mo knows very well about his character who usually dies in the first 5 minutes of horror movies.

But it's different now, because he has his brother Xun Ying backing him up.

So Wang Mo swaggered into the deserted house, not because he was confident, but mainly because his legs were a little weak from fright, and he walked a little erratically.

Xun Ying: "..."

Unable to understand the daily life of contemporary youth, Xun applied the inertial thinking of the older generation to sigh in his heart, and then followed Wang Mo into the room.

The design of the barren house is quite realistic.

Walking in through the fence wall that was entwined with crying vines and was so dry that it was about to split, the two came to the door of the deserted house.

Xun Ying stretched out his hand and pushed, and the wooden door opened in response, making a sound like the breathing of a weak old man before he died.

Half of the hinges on the door have shifted, causing people to feel an uncomfortable tilt when opening the door, as if they picked a shopping cart with a broken wheel in the supermarket.

Xun Ying just pushed open the door and felt the awkwardness this room brought him.

He felt that the design of this haunted house was quite thoughtful, but at the same time he was worried that the details would be too realistic and would scare his little brother.

Xun Ying turned to look at Wang Mo, and felt that he was like a civet cat with a strong thirst for knowledge and a tendency to react easily, poking around behind her, exuding a strange cuteness.

"Amo, do you want to continue walking in?" Xun Ying then asked.

"Let's go, I can." Wang Mo said firmly.

So the two continued to walk towards the interior of the deserted house.

The interior light of the room is very dark, which may be due to the orientation, which makes the lighting conditions of the living room on the first floor very poor. Because of the backlight, they can hardly see anything.

So Xun Ying reached out and touched the wall, trying to find the switch of the overhead light, but he didn't find any switch, but a piece of rope.

It was the pull cord of a very old electric light, Xun Ying thought to himself, he stretched out his hand and pulled the cord, and the overhead light on the first floor was turned on.

It is the kind of incandescent tube that was often used in the last century, but now it has gradually withdrawn from the stage of history, flickering alone because of poor contact, and the light is jumping and jumping.

Under this kind of light, the face of a person will be illuminated a little bit blue and purple, very similar to the appearance of being frozen in the snow for several hours, and a bit like the color of a corpse.

Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying and found that this color could still be held given his looks, but it was hard for him to say.

Wang Mo didn't want to appear in front of Xun Ying with a big face that looked like the skin of a dead fish, so he lowered his head and sprinted in front of Xun Ying.

"Brother, let me clear the way." Wang Mo said arrogantly, and then walked around for a while.

The furnishings on the first floor were very simple, and most of the dilapidated furniture was covered with white cloth that had been dyed a gray color from the heavy dust, which looked like old snow in the last winter.

Wang Mo saw a strip-shaped thing covered by a white cloth, which looked like a sofa.

He was a little curious and wanted to take a look at the layer of white cloth. His mood was a bit like the state when a person with deep-sea phobia couldn't help but click on the deep-sea video.

"Amo, don't touch that."

Just when Wang Mo stretched out his hand and pulled up a corner of the white cloth, Xun Ying said so.

Wang Mo retracted his hand all of a sudden, and at the same time, he suddenly felt that the thing under the white cloth didn't seem to be a sofa.

It's like three... people sitting side by side on a couch

Wang Mo couldn't help but get excited all over, thinking that it's a good thing he didn't tear off the white cloth, otherwise he would definitely jump up now and let his brother be hugged by a passive princess.

I have to find a way to get out of here, Wang Mo thought.

With an idea, he saw the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor.

"Brother, let's go upstairs and have a look." Wang Mo said.

"Well, let's go." Xun Ying nodded.

He just wanted to go on to say that he was leading the charge, but Wang Mo walked up first, and the sneakers, which were originally very quiet, made a heavy echo on the stairs.

pat.

pat.

The second slap was obviously not made by Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

Is there still time to go down now? Wang Mo thought to himself.

It's too late, I came here to practice my guts, but now I'm mobilizing the crowd, I bought an online celebrity ticket, and my brother came with me, I'm scared to pee later, I'm sorry for the money, and I'm even more sorry for this person.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo continued to walk forward with his chest raised and his head held high.

"Brother, be careful, this staircase is very narrow and a little steep."

In order to embolden himself, Wang Mo has been chatting with Xun Ying, who has nothing to say.

But while chatting, he found something was wrong.

Why does it seem that there is only his voice, not the voice of the senior brother talking.

And even that slap was his alone.

Wang Mo looked back...

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On the other side, Xun Ying walked behind Wang Mo's buttocks, listening to him babbling.

Xun Ying wanted to talk to him after he finished talking, but Wang Mo's voice stopped abruptly like an electronic candle whose wire had been cut.

As soon as Xun Ying raised his head, he only saw the winding stairs in front of him, and there was no shadow of Wang Mo there.

"Amo!" Xun Ying called Wang Mo, and soon felt that something was wrong.

It is impossible for this haunted house to have such a powerful deception, unless... Wang Mo really encountered a ghost!

Xun Ying released a powerful aura in the next second, his aura shone with pearly brilliance, and soon filled the entire range of the stairs.

And in this area of ​​pearlescent color, Xun Ying found a big hole.

A pure black void, a blackness from which not even light can escape, from which nothing can be seen or touched.

"Amo!" Xun Ying yelled inside, but no one answered.

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, more than a dozen pearl-colored rays of light spread out from his hands, and were released towards the absolutely black hole. However, none of the rays of light could reach the edge of the black hole, and they were all sucked into it.

Xun Ying frowned, took a deep breath, and saw that he was about to jump into it.

All of a sudden, a bloody thing came out of the black hole, and it shook Xun Ying back, and he fell on the ground.

Xun Ying raised his hand reflexively, and was about to surrender him, when the blood corpse yelled, "Wait a minute!"

Xun Ying: "..."

The blood corpse slowly raised its head and looked at Xun Ying.

Although he was a blood corpse, Xun Ying still saw two very obvious nosebleeds on his face, which added a touch of sand sculpture style to his originally ferocious face.

"Are you with the one inside?" said the blood corpse.

Xun Ying: "..."

"If we're together, you're a master. I just received a physical attack inside, and what's the matter with you adding a magic attack?" The blood corpse squeezed out an innocent expression on his mottled and incomplete face, Looking at Xun Ying, he said.

Xun Ying: "..."

"What the hell is this? How can you still hit people with physical attacks? I have never seen you like this." The blood corpse crawled up, patted its buttocks, and walked away cursing.