The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua strode out and walked into the Qiyu House. Yang Shen gritted his teeth and had to follow him in.

A cold wind blew in his face, chilling.

It was pitch black around, with only a faint candlelight, flickering, as if it would go out at any time.

Yang Tinghe saw at a glance that this was a front yard, which was creepy because the light above was blocked.

There was a path in the middle leading to the main hall.

Yang Shen found that the Qiyu House had changed again compared to the last time he came.

The main hall was not a mourning hall, but a wedding hall, with red silk and big red wedding characters hanging on it. A coffin was placed in the middle, which seemed out of place.

"A trivial trick!"

"Well, brother Wang, you go that way, Shen'er and I will go this way, and quickly find the prince."

"Okay!"

Wang Hua knew that this was just a trick played by the prince, and was not afraid. He walked from the corridor on the right to find Zhu Houzhao.

In a side room, Yan Chengjin said to Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, you will scare people to death."

"What are you afraid of... Hey, it seems to be Master Yang's voice." Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up: "Master Yang often admonishes me, I'm going to tease him!"

Yang Tinghe walked through the middle courtyard. There were some small mounds in the courtyard, like a cemetery. Yang Shen was afraid and followed his father closely.

"Father, don't go into the main hall, there is something strange inside."

"What are you afraid of!"

Yang Tinghe strode in, and Yang Shen hurriedly followed.

I saw a dead body lying on the ground, which scared Yang Shen, and then there was a strange sound in the coffin.

"This... What is this?" Yang Tinghe was shocked.

At this moment, with a whoosh, the lights went out.

It was pitch black around!

Yang Shen thought it was over, and he should disappear next...

Before the lights went out, Yang Tinghe clearly saw that the dead body moved, and in a hurry, he had to shout.

"Shen'er?"

No response.

Yang Tinghe was breathing heavily, sweating like rain, and was too scared to move, because there was a cold hand on his shoulder.

"Pretending... to be a ghost!"

He waved his hand and hit it, but nothing hit him. Tick-tick-tick, a pungent smell of blood came.

Yang Tinghe was terrified and almost retched.

Zhu Houzhao stood behind Yang Tinghe with a smile.

He imitated Yan Chengjin and put his hand on Master Yang's shoulder. His hand was soaked in ice and was extremely cold. It was also smeared with pig blood, which was a bit fishy and disgusting.

Yan Chengjin pays attention to details. The environment of the adventure house may not be scary, but with the atmosphere of details, starting from vision, hearing, and smell, naturally, there is a sense of substitution.

Visually, it is the corpse, coffin, and the dark environment around it.

Hearing is the sound of nails made by the coffin (this is very tiring, and you have to change a gangster with long nails every two days).

The smell is the stench of pig blood, which makes people gag when it is strong.

Zhu Houzhao pinched his throat, suppressed his smile, and said in a sinister voice: "Promise one thing and I will let you go."

Yang Tinghe's trembling voice: "I promise you..."

"Don't say bad things about people behind their backs in the future!" Zhu Houzhao's face was serious.

If Master Yang reported to his father, he would be beaten.

Yang Tinghe hesitated for a moment and felt a little strange. In an instant, seven or eight pairs of cold hands were placed on him, making him tremble all over.

His heart was beating wildly...

He didn't dare to move, and his eyes kept turning left and right.

"I promise you..."

Zhu Houzhao felt unsafe. After leaving this room, Master Yang could still report to his father.

Suddenly, he was delighted, and asked sinisterly: "What is the most shameful thing in your life?"

Yan Chengjin's face was full of black lines. If he told Zhu Houzhao today, everyone in the world would know it tomorrow...

Who hasn't said the most shameful thing?

However, it is usually difficult to talk about it, and even the closest people may not reveal it.

Zhu Houzhao was very smart to threaten him with this. In the future, Yang Tinghe will have to be cautious and dare not report his bad deeds again.

Yang Tinghe was difficult to talk about, and his face was hot.

Could it be like Mou Bin?

Yan Chengjin also wanted to know that Yang Tinghe would have to be careful when impeaching him in the future.

Afraid that he would not say it, he secretly increased the intensity of the terror. Not far away, a creepy footsteps slowly came.

Yang Tinghe finally couldn't hold it anymore: "I... am afraid of cockroaches!"

A sinister laugh sounded.

Zhu Houzhao really couldn't help it.

Yan Chengjin couldn't help but laughed. Yang Tinghe was not afraid of impeaching the entire Censorate, but he was afraid of Xiaoqiang?

Even the ghosts laughed, it was really embarrassing... Yang Tinghe blushed, but fortunately he was in the dark and couldn't see any clues.

"Can you let me go..."

Zhu Houzhao quietly retreated, leaving only a white shadow dressed as a refugee, lying quietly on the ground, pretending to be dead.

The lights on both sides lit up.

Yang Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, it was really scary!

"Shen'er?"

No one responded around...

Yan Chengjin and Zhu Houzhao went to the backyard. Wang Hua was alone in the backyard room at this time. There were several scholars who came in earlier in the other rooms of the backyard, and they were too scared to move.

Zhu Houzhao danced with joy: "Let's go see Master Wang again."

Are you trying to tease him?

Yan Chengjin knew that this guy wanted to get Wang Hua to say something and catch Wang Hua's weakness.

I also want to know, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy, you can win a hundred battles. Wang Hua is knowledgeable, humble and filial in the court, and has an excellent reputation as an official. I wonder what his weaknesses are?

This haunted house has become a place for truth or dare...

In the backyard, in front of a wing room.

Wang Hua was looking for Zhu Houzhao and found this place all the way. He was very smart and took a candle from the wall so that it would be brighter.

Standing at the door, he looked around.

This wing room is very simple.

A carved trellis bed, an old wooden cabinet, and a dressing table.

It was dark and there was no light.

"Your Highness doesn't seem to be in this room."

For a moment, his eyes froze for a moment. There was a letter on the dressing table.

Walked in, fixed the candle on the dressing table, picked up the letter, and saw a few words: Never open this letter

Wang Hua was not afraid. He tore open the letter and pulled out a piece of white paper. Three words came into his eyes:

It's coming

Wang Hua was a little scared and looked around.

Pulled out a little more, he saw a few more words: It's in this wing room

Wang Hua picked up the candle with trepidation and prepared to leave...

Huh~

The candle was blown out by something, and it was pitch dark around.

Wang Hua was shocked. He heard a creaking sound, like the sound of a wardrobe being pushed open, and stumbled back a few steps.

Tick-tick-tick, the sound of water dripping into the copper basin.

"No... it's blood!"

Wang Hua smelled a strong fishy smell, and his stomach churned.

Relying on his memory, he slowly backed out, but bumped into a "thing", which scared him so much that he jumped up.

Zhu Houzhao stood there with a smile, stretched out his claws, but unexpectedly touched Wang Hua's beard. When Master Wang taught, he often stroked his beautiful beard, and I have long been annoyed by it.

Pulled off a few strands...

"Ouch..."

Wang Hua cursed in his heart because of the pain.

When writing these two chapters, I was quite nervous. I didn't know how much horror everyone could accept. Some people couldn't read it at all. These chapters are as light as possible. Two updates today.