Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Looking at the door from the outside, there is no major problem except that the door is a little short and small, but as soon as you enter the door, you feel that the space inside is oppressive and dark.The paint on the wall is brown, with a fishy smell that reminds people of blood.

The door was broken open by Qin Ying, but the clown didn't come in for some reason, but just wandered outside the door, yelling at them to come out.

This kind of Aunt Xue's way of calling the door made Ding Mu play a little bit, and he couldn't figure out why he didn't enter the door but lingered at the door. Maybe there was something here that made him afraid.

Gradually, the clown's voice stopped, maybe he left, maybe he was waiting at the door.

Ding Mu’s mobile phone is always held tightly in his hand, and the flashlight is always on, which causes its power consumption to be very large. In addition, it has been used for more than two years, it is not a new mobile phone, and its battery life cannot keep up. It shows that the battery is about to run out and the phone is about to shut down.

He is actually very dependent on his mobile phone, and he wants to pick it up and look at it when he has nothing to do, but since he came here, he rarely holds his mobile phone to look at it—nonsense, who still holds his mobile phone when he is in front of a dead person.

Maybe this yin mountain can cure mobile phone control?He smiled wryly.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Ying turned to look at him, touched the wall with the other hand, and walked forward slowly.

"It's nothing, I just think this mountain is quite evil." Ding Mu shook his head and replied.

Ten colleagues in a company died within three days, and this person was just frightened for a while and then put it down. This kind of indifference may make others feel uncomfortable, but Qin Ying appreciates it very much. Here, ghosts will not If I let you go because you are very kind, it is better to let it go quickly and think of a way to get out.

"It's evil, but...you are the worst newcomers I have ever seen." Qin Ying thought about the notification on his mobile phone, and felt that ten people died on the third day just now, and this group of people is too stupid, "But it's also I don’t blame you, newcomers like you should have taken the white road at first, who knew that you could randomly go to the night road.”

"Night road?" Ding Mu was curious.

"It's dawn when we get out of the tunnel, we call him Bai Lu." Qin Ying explained.

"But it wasn't too dark after we got out of the tunnel." Ding Mu thought back, a little uncertain.

"Because there are too many people in your group, and there are a few who are testing on the verge of death." Qin Ying laughed a little tremblingly, "I just remember that girl who put her head in the mirror, my God, she is so brave Dare, you dare to do this if you don’t know anything.”

Ding Mu felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't refute, because he also felt that Yan Mingyue's actions were probing on the verge of death.

The loss of a young life is inherently sad.

And she really put her life on the line.

Looking at the dark and deep road ahead, Ding Mu suddenly sighed: Where will he die?

"Shall we keep going?" Ding Mu asked.

"Do you have any other way to get out?" Qin Ying stopped suddenly, causing Ding Mu to ask in a low voice in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Qin Ying grabbed Ding Mu's hand, put that hand on his waist, and pulled out a short knife calmly. In this narrow place, the long knife on his back would obviously be restricted.

"Dang..."

In the dark night, people's vision is limited, and people's senses of hearing and smell become particularly sensitive. Ding Mu felt that he heard the sound of iron chains shaking.

This is a different smell from the room outside - in fact, when they entered this corridor, the stench of rotting corpses was blocked away.

There was a disgusting fragrance in the air, this fragrance, like the inferior perfume sold in the two-dollar store, was disgusting.

"Let's go back." Qin Ying suddenly said in a low voice, with a solemn tone, which made Ding Mu feel a little nervous.

Qin Ying grabbed the hand on his waist and signaled him not to ask any questions. With the other hand, he clenched the short knife and said to him, "You are in front, and I am in the back."

He also took out another knife about [-] centimeters long from his waist and handed it to Ding Mu.

Although Ding Mu had no idea, he still took the dagger and held it in his hand.

"Don't recite the Buddha's name." Qin Ying suddenly warned, "The Buddha can't protect you here, you can only rely on yourself."

Ding Mu was a little puzzled, but he still kept it in his heart. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that Qin Ying would not lie to him.

Ding Mu walked towards the shimmering place step by step, slowly and cautiously.

When he got to the half-door, he realized why the clown stopped roaring, because the clown was not there, and there was a lion waiting at the door.

It was fastened by a thick and long iron chain, and blood and bone residue were still stuck to its face. What was even more frightening was that there was an eyeball stuck to its big head, which was stained with blood, covered with blood vessels and The pink tissue, drooping over its mane, swayed with the movement of its head.

Obviously, the lion is not eating milk now.

It didn't seem to be full, and it was staring motionlessly at the two people who appeared in the dark hole, a trace of doubt flashed in its eyes, and then it was full of bloodthirsty hunting desire.

It's laid back and doesn't look like it's ready to go, but this kind of confidence makes people feel even more chilling.

Regardless of whether people are at the top of the food chain, this guy definitely is.