Su Tingting was stunned until Yang Xiao slapped her hard and said, "Run!"
Kuang Hongyi picked up the chair and threw it hard at the wooden window of the side room. If he failed, he would continue to hit it, not caring about the blood on his shoulder.
Yang Xiao pulled out the ax tied behind his back and slashed at the connection between the wooden window and the wall. Finally, the two of them worked together to smash the window on the right. Kuang Hongyi was the first to jump out, and then pulled out Su Tingting.
Yang Xiao turned out and took one last look back, just in time to see Sister Chun kneeling with a trembling body next to the twisted corpse of the second young mistress. The next second, she picked up her swollen and rotten hand and slapped the stillborn fetus on the ground into mud, flesh and blood. Splash across the sky.
After escaping, the three of them discovered that the entire Feng Mansion was now in chaos, filled with ghostly fog, with screams, tearing sounds, and the sound of treading water everywhere. There were bursts of firelight in the distance. It was like a house was burning down.
"Why... why did Sister Chun kill the Second Young Mistress? That was her daughter!" Su Tingting's mind was still stuck on the horrific scene. The Second Young Mistress' body exploded like a watermelon.
"Maybe it's because of that child. I just saw Sister Chun smashing that child!" There were screams everywhere, and Yang Xiao didn't know where to go for a while.
"Is it because that child is a member of the Feng family?" Su Tingting's face turned pale.
"What's the use of talking about this now?" Yang Xiao looked at Kuang Hongyi, "Brother Kuang, where is your outlet?"
Kuang Hongyi covered his shoulders, blood oozing out from between his fingers, "I don't know, I...I don't know either. Logically speaking, it should appear now. Could it be...were we wrong?"
"Ah!! Save...save me quickly!!"
The door of the hall was knocked open by a figure, but before running a few steps, the figure fell to the ground. Looking carefully, it was the martial artist named Zhao who had followed them.
At this time, Martial Master Zhao was extremely embarrassed, his hair was disheveled, and the knife in his hand was missing. He was lying on the ground and struggling, but he couldn't crawl away, as if he was imprisoned in place by some kind of force.
"Don't pull me, let go! Let go!" The martial artist surnamed Zhao turned around and shouted, his whole body collapsed.
Yang Xiao suddenly noticed that Master Zhao's body was moving backwards little by little, and his left foot was gone. There was a pool of water on the stone steps. There was something in the water, grabbing his left leg and dragging it in!
"Buzz~~"
Almost at the same time, a strange buzzing sound sounded in the ears of Yang Xiao and the three of them. As the sound sounded, the pupils of Kuang Hongyi, who had already fallen into despair, lit up, "It's coming! It's coming!!"
The next second, an indescribable feeling spread rapidly along the bottom of his heart, guiding Yang Xiao to look to the southeast, as if something different appeared there.
"The exit is about to appear! Let's go, let's go quickly!"
Kuang Hongyi was excited and incoherent, taking the lead.
The nearby gray ghost fog obscures everything, and the visibility is only about 5 meters. Through the fog, the surrounding environment becomes distorted and unfamiliar. The roars and screams that come from behind the fog from time to time are even more chilling. Tonight's Feng Mansion was completely reduced to hell.
Although the three of them were in a hurry, they didn't dare to go too fast. They could escape just in time. If they rushed forward and ran into those ghosts, they would die unjustly.
"Be careful, pay attention to your steps, don't step into puddles." Yang Xiao lowered his voice and reminded that those things that harm people are drowning ghosts, and water is an important medium.
It is easy to say, but it is raining in the sky at this time, and the bumpy roads can easily accumulate water, which greatly limits the speed of the three of them.
The three of them kept walking in the southeast direction, but soon they realized something was wrong. Ever since they left the gate of the side courtyard, they had never encountered any wall, and there was always a muddy dirt road under their feet.
There are countless courtyards and corridors in Fengfu, how could this be possible?
Kuang Hongyi turned around, kept looking around, and whispered: "It's a ghost breaking the wall."
Yang Xiao also knew at this moment that they were trapped by dirty things. In fact, there was no need to kill them. As long as they trapped people like him for another three moments, they would not be able to go back.
"Tick tock."
A drop of rain fell on Su Tingting's face. Under normal circumstances, Su Tingting would not notice this drop of rain. After all, it was still raining at the moment.
But this drop of rainwater was different. It slid down little by little along the side of Su Tingting's face. It was warm and had a sticky texture.
Su Tingting wiped it with her hands, and her fingers were slippery and a little sticky. Su Tingting looked up and her legs were so frightened that her legs weakened.
"Up...up!"
Hearing this, Yang Xiao and Kuang Hongyi immediately looked up and saw a corpse that was tied up by its feet and hung high. It was face down and staring at them with blood-red eyes.
Along the corners of the corpse's grinning mouth, viscous liquid continued to slide down.
It is Master Zhao!
Drowned ghosts have the instinct to find substitutes. It seems that the newly deceased Zhao Wushu is eyeing them and is unwilling to let them go.
"Lower your head, don't look into his eyes." Yang Xiao was the first to retract his gaze and began to walk forward with his head down, paying attention to avoid the puddles under his feet, "Follow me closely."
The three of them walked with their heads down for a while, feeling that they were almost done. Yang Xiao was the first to raise his head, "Hiss--" and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Martial Master Zhao was still above his head, and what was even more terrifying was that Martial Master Zhao was unable to hang down. The arms seemed to be closer to them.
Yang Xiao had no doubt that as long as there was enough time, Master Zhao's hands would be able to catch them.
what to do?
On earth...how on earth can we escape?
"Three... Ahem, are those three Fu Ke in front of you?" Suddenly, a very soft voice with a strong accent came from the mist.
Yang Xiao immediately recognized that the voice was very familiar. It seemed to be the groom who drove the carriage for them before. If he remembered correctly, his surname was Wu.
At this time, Yang Xiao could only act as a doctor, shouting into the mist: "Is it Brother Wu?"
"Oh, it's really...it's really you." Brother Wu's voice also sounded very scared, almost crying, "You...you must...don't raise your head! Never!"
"Brother Wu, we are trapped and can't get out. Do you have any idea?" Yang Xiao asked anxiously, "It's not free of charge. We have money, a lot of money!"
"You... you are being hanged. It's... right above your heads. Don't raise your head. I'll come over and give you a hand."
Then Yang Xiao and the others heard a rustling sound, which was getting closer and closer. "Can you see me?" Brother Wu asked.
Yang Xiao quietly waved his hand back, gesturing for the three of them to spread out. Only Yang Xiao stood still and said, "Can't you see..."
Before Yang Xiao could say the third word, he suddenly saw a pair of footprints on the ground in front of him, but no one could be seen. The toes of the footprints were pointed at him, heading straight for him.
