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This dress, this peach blossom tinsel, is really useful!Because before the burnt smell hit, I clearly felt the peach blossom in the center of my eyebrows emit some heat!

Qiao Que, what's there to be cowardly about, isn't this exactly what you want? !

A room full of clues!The hope of the whole village!

Qiao Que slapped his face, stood up firmly against the wall, squeezed his hand, and took out the M95 mask that he put in there before from the portable space.

The mask that was prepared just in case, did not expect to come in handy so soon!

It's simply a witty lucky star magpie!

He took a few deep breaths, put on the mask, felt that the burnt smell was less pungent, and then walked out slowly.

Just as he stepped over the gate, he felt that the picture in front of him was suddenly reversed several times, as if something had changed in the space, as if scenes of ancient TV scenes overlapped back and forth in front of his eyes.

There were screams from far and near.

Women's, children's, and old people's old and vague ones.

It was as if he had inadvertently turned the button on the sound system, and suddenly turned it to the highest level. The broken sound of the pitch shifted and slapped the eardrum, and Qiao Que's ears immediately felt sharp pain, forcing him to stop, frowning and covering his ears. .

Something is different.

The surging heat rushed to the face, the fire was burning, the forehead hair was blown away by the heat, and the baked skin was dry.

The fire ignited from nowhere and burned continuously, and the sky over the entire house was illuminated like daylight.

There were panicked voices everywhere, crying and crying for help.

However, in Qiao Que's eyes, there are only endless hell-like seas of fire and lonely, hot smoke.

In the empty fire scene, the ghostly aura is as real as it is, entangled with the wanton flames, whistling past.

When it really came to this kind of time, he was not so afraid anymore.

With a snap of his fingers, spiritual power circulated at his fingertips, and the temperature around him dropped slightly. He no longer scorched people to the point of being unable to walk. Qiao Que swallowed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and tentatively touched the burning flame .

The flames at the fingertips were icy cold.

Qiao Que was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth, and said silently: This is all invited for the immersive 3D treatment, so polite!Qiao Que, if you are still so cowardly, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Lingxiu!

With a heartbeat, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, lifted the hem of the skirt that was in the way, and stepped into the sea of ​​fire in awe-inspiring manner.

As if stepping into another time and space, Qiao Que staggered for a moment. Before he could stand still, he was hit hard on the shoulder by the person behind him and knelt heavily on the ground.

Qiao Que made a grand gift out of thin air, turned around in surprise, and faced a face that had been burnt to the point of being blackened without facial features.

Qiao Que: ...

His hair was blown up from head to toe, he couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, he cried and cried, he rolled and crawled, screaming, and jumped to the bottom of the wall.

In the days when there is no camel present, it is obviously easier to escape!

Fortunately, there was no one or anything chasing him.

Qiao Que poked out half of his eyes from behind the rockery to observe. After he had a clear view of his surroundings, his whole body seemed to be poured with ice water, hissing and chilling to the bone.

This is still inside Fangfu, the disused main courtyard they stepped into before.

It's just that in this yard, many scorched humanoid corpses suddenly appeared.

They seemed to have been burnt badly by the flames. All of them were sitting, standing, or lying down. They stood quietly on the spot. Looking from a distance, they looked like strangely shaped wooden stakes.

What really terrified him was that every charred corpse was shaking slightly—they were not real corpses.

The facial features had been burnt to the point of blurring, leaving only a pair of cloudy eyes, the eyeballs squirmed slowly, all looking at the rockery where Qiao Que was hiding.

Their expressions were distorted, even if they didn't recognize their facial features, Qiao Que could still feel their cruelty as if they were in Abi Hell.

However, the scene was silent.

It was as if the screams, cries, and cries for help were all hallucinations.

Qiao Que's whole body was stiff, biting the bullet and returning to reality from the short-term blank thinking.

Open your eyes and stare at each mummy carefully.

The more he watched, the more trembling he became, and he subconsciously touched the peach blossoms between his eyebrows with his fingers, and there was nowhere to say in his heart: I'm going to die!Just talking about women's clothing, you must have used too much force!

Previously, it was just a psychic channeling through the eyes, but this time, it is simply a direct physical journey!

This flower tin is simply more excessive than Harry Potter's lightning!

Facing the scorched corpses in a courtyard alone, he took several deep breaths, finally leaned out, leaned on the wall firmly and walked into the courtyard, and began to search for clues.

Soon, Qiao Que discovered that there were such charred corpses standing everywhere in the whole house, up and down.

And that inexplicable fire, that scalding burning heat, has disappeared completely, and there is no trace anymore.

He forced himself to turn a blind eye to this weird and terrifying scene. After thinking for a while, he simply turned up the hem of the skirt and held it in his hands. With his legs open, he carefully walked around the charred corpses, went around, and followed the path in his memory. Zhao Kexin walked to the inner courtyard alone on the road map of Fangfu that Zhao Kexin had shown herself.

Bypassing an arched door, Qiao Que couldn't help but stop.

This is probably the location of the inner courtyard of the Fangfu. You can see a long and deep corridor. The room on the right is dilapidated as always, the doors and windows are rotten, and the window paper has rotted into pieces of rags.

But in the innermost room, from Qiao Que's perspective, the window couldn't be seen clearly, and there was actually a waxy yellow lamp there.

The candlelight flickered faintly, casting a dim yellow in front of the window, becoming the only warm color in this gloomy house.

...I almost posted "Come on, come on, come and trigger the key plot~" on the door.

Qiao Que looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes: ...

He scratched his head severely, raised his hand and patted his face, cheering himself up: "You can do it!"

Then he frowned, made a loud "ha!", took a few steps to run up, and, like a cannonball, rushed straight to the end of the corridor, kicked open the door, and jumped in.

It looks very aggressive!

The door that was kicked open by him let out a shallow sigh.

In an instant, Qiao Que only felt that his eyes were hazy, and a familiar fragrant wind wrapped in a few broken petals drifted gently, and the pink air spread out instantly, like a thick fog driven away by the rising sun, and disappeared.

Fascination again?Qiao Que frowned.

Suddenly there was a delicate chuckle from behind.

Before he could turn his head, there was another round of dizziness, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the screen turned, and his vision was suddenly filled with overwhelming red.

He was obviously not in the room just now.

This room is several times larger than the one just now, decorated with lights and festoons, resplendent and resplendent. In the middle of the main hall, two pairs of red candles as thick as the arms of a child are burning, and the tears of the candles are flowing slowly.

Hang this big happy character on the wall in front.

Apparently it was the arrangement of wedding halls for married couples in ancient times.

Quiet and silent.

shit...

Qiao Que wanted to cry but had no tears: This Boss...has watched as many ghost movies as I do!