Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Before going out, Ding Mu listened to the movement outside the door. Of course, he didn't hear anything. He opened his eyes to look, but he still didn't see the black mist.

It looks like it's safe outside for the time being.

They tidied themselves up, adjusted their mentality, and pushed open the door.

It was quiet outside, as if the person behind him had focused his attention elsewhere instead of staring at them.

Ding Mu will not be his only target, this person seems to have other more important things to do than staring at Ding Mu and the others.

Cheng Suxiang was at the front and Ding Mu was at the back. The two clenched their weapons tightly and went out.

It seemed to be getting darker outside, even the moonlight was covered with a layer of cloth, quiet and dark, it seemed to isolate their other senses, so that they could only hear each other's footsteps.

Ding Mu's breathing seemed to be coming from beside him, as if he would be out of breath in the next second, it was short and rapid.

The secretion of adrenaline made him feel less cold all over his body, and the sticky sweat on his body also dried up. The unpredictable sense of panic was gradually diverted by other things and gradually suppressed. In this extremely quiet situation, Instead, he calmed down and began to calm down.

Yinshan is an evil place, where people's emotions are easily influenced, either extremely indifferent or extreme.Just like Ding Mu and his tour group when they entered the mountain last time, the bloody and brutal death scene could only depress them at the time, and after a while, they walked out of the shadow, doing what they should do.For those who enter the mountain to get gold, this kind of BUFF is what they can't wait for, but for ordinary people, this kind of psychology has no extra benefits except that it will reduce their panic.This kind of influence was especially severe on Ding Mu, he even had difficulty in empathizing with those who died in front of him, he always felt like he was watching a movie.

The protagonist of the film is not him.

On the other hand, Yinshan would indeed make them crazy, such as those two people who killed each other for no reason: Cai Jun and Xu Shen.He didn't even know what made them go from good brothers who were good enough to wear a pair of underpants to what they were until they entered the mountain.

Ridiculous.

This time, their footsteps were very fast, and they never encountered a situation where their hands and feet were bound and they were almost unable to move, let alone a situation where they were still moving in place after walking for a long time.

If it wasn't for the voyeuristic feeling, Ding Mu would have thought they had escaped surveillance.

Being stared at every move feels like being fed a mouthful of shit, disgusting and unable to spit it out.

The wind poured into the corridor from the window, it sounded like the cry of a child, whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrAnd the clothes on his body were just right, and the sweat had already been wiped dry, not because of physical reasons, but because of psychological reasons.

They walked down the corridor and approached the toilet where the accident happened.

Ding Mu always felt that the closer he got there, the more unnatural his actions would be.Here is Yinshan, the world allows the existence of ghosts and gods, that is to say, dead people are possible...

He shivered involuntarily.

"Let's go out this door and we'll be able to enter the yard." Cheng Suxiang took a flashlight and shone forward, but all he could see was darkness. There seemed to be a lot of dust here, and the color of the building was not as old as what they saw during the day. It's like another world.

Ding Mu stared ahead, swallowed, and nodded: "En."

When passing the toilet, Ding Mu forced himself not to look at it, but the more he restrained, the more he cared. When they were about to pass by, he finally couldn't restrain his desire to look there, and glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

It was just this one look that made him feel stiff all over.

I saw a burnt man sitting on the sink in the public area of ​​the toilet.

His facial tissue was all pasted into one piece, and his exposed teeth were extremely white, which was the whitest part of his whole body.The limbs were broken, the wound was scorched, the flesh was glued together, some burns had ruptured, and pale yellow pus and brown blood were flowing out.

The scariest thing is not this person's body, but, on this person's head, there is a golden wig with a pink bow tied on it. A pink bow twenty centimeters wide with white lace.The wig and bow were stained with blood and pus, but the man didn't care, still tilting his head like a doll in a window, nodding to everyone who passed by.

Ding Mu didn't know whether this thing was alive or dead, but he obviously lost his mind. He just sat on the sink and tilted his head to the left and right. Effusion.

This look, with the bow tie, really doesn't have any words to describe it except horror.

Again, dolls.