A group of six people came to the haunted house. The appearance of the haunted house looked like a small western-style building. Although it was a bit old, it was still very grand. In addition, there is a small pavilion with three characters "ticket collection office" written on it at the door.
"Ruohan, how do you feel?"
Fang Dezhao looked at Li Ruohan with a smile on his face: "Although Da'an is not as good as Daxia or Dahai, this haunted house is not bad."
"General." Li Ruohan responded coldly.
"It's very good." Li Mu immediately came to the stage to smooth things over. "Speaking of which, I have been here once before, but there were too many people queuing up to play in the haunted house."
"Haha, we are just a group at this time, let's enjoy it." Fang Dezhao smiled, pretending not to care and said: "Zhiqing, please go and get the tickets."
Zhang Zhiqing nodded, walked straight to the ticket collection area, knocked on the glass, then the lights came on, and a muddy voice came from inside: "Well...how many people are there?"
Zhang Zhiqing said: "There are six of us in total."
After a moment, a thick arm stretched out from the curtain at the ticket office, holding six red admission tickets.
Holding the admission ticket that was not yet dry, Zhang Zhiqing was about to say thank you, but found that the light at the ticket collection desk had been turned off.
He felt a little strange. He looked down at the ticket and felt a little creepy.
The admission ticket actually smelled like blood, and combined with the wet red ink, it revealed a bit of strangeness.
"What's the matter, Zhiqing?" Fang Dezhao stepped forward and asked.
Zhang Zhiqing said nothing and only handed the admission ticket to Fang Dezhao.
"Hey, their theme has changed again. There are always new tricks here for tourists." Fang Dezhao subconsciously put his hand into his breast pocket, where there was originally a ticket for the haunted house, but unfortunately in the afternoon It has been torn apart by Wen Zhong.
Thinking of this, Fang Dezhao frowned and thought to himself that it was a pity that Wen Zhong didn't come, otherwise he would have to be tortured to death this time.
"Scared me to death, monitor. Fortunately, you are here." Seeing Fang Dezhao's ferocious expression, Gu He immediately jumped out and flattered him.
Li Ruohan glanced at Fang Dezhao and said lightly: "It's really boring."
After saying that, he walked straight to the gate of the haunted house, and the remaining people quickly followed him.
When I walked into the haunted house, I saw a beautiful young woman in formal clothes looking at everyone with a professional smile.
"Please show your tickets."
While speaking, the woman took two steps forward to check one by one. The eyes of several boys were attracted to her. Seeing this, Li Mu couldn't help rolling her eyes, but Li Ruohan was happy to be at peace.
After confirming that it was correct, the woman nodded, turned around and motioned for everyone to follow her.
At this moment, Zhang Zhiqing suddenly frowned and asked, "Wait a minute, don't you need to sign an insurance agreement or something like that to enter the haunted house?"
The woman turned around after hearing this, staring straight at Zhang Zhiqing with her eyes, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
When Fang Dezhao saw this, he secretly scolded Zhang Zhiqing for not being polite, "Come on Zhiqing, this should be Supervisor Zhang's arrangement." Then he smiled at the woman and said, "Miss, please continue to lead us."
Hearing this, the woman put a professional smile on her face, turned around and continued to lead these people forward.
"This haunted house has three areas. The clearance method is very simple." At this time, a mechanical voice sounded. Several people looked up and saw that there was a broadcaster on the top playing an introduction to the haunted house.
"You only need to find three keys within an hour to open the final door, and then put the ticket in your hand into the ballot box to pass the level."
"Zi..."
Suddenly, a sound of electric current came, interrupting the sound of the radio. Several people came back to their senses and saw that the woman had opened the door to the first area.
"The name of the first area of the haunted house is the Spirit Tomb." The woman stood at the door and made an invitation gesture, "I wish you all have a good time."
Spiritual grave? Fang Dezhao was confused, looking into the dark door and wondering silently. He remembered that the first scene should be the night of zombie resurrection.
There was a "click" sound of the door closing, followed by a locking sound, and their trip to the haunted house had officially begun.
Suddenly, a row of lights lit up on the dark corridor in front of them, illuminating a large number of stone tablets on both sides. And those stone tablets are also engraved with red names and dates of birth and death.
It turned out to be a tombstone.
"It's a bit interesting." Prince Huang scratched his iconic yellow hair, "But it's still a little short of trying to scare me."
"Squad leader, I'm so scared." Li Mu hugged Fang Dezhao's arm without hesitation, "You have to protect me."
"Huh? Well, oh." Fang Dezhao seemed to have just reacted and nodded solemnly.
All the arrangements in the first scene were very different from when Fang Dezhao had been here. Fang Dezhao felt a little uneasy about this, but he couldn't explain it specifically.
Suddenly the lights on the corridor turned from bright to dark, and the rows of tombstones around them began to shake. These undead souls buried deep in the ground seemed to be restless because they were disturbed by the living.
Several people were startled, then calmed down and began to move along this dark corridor.
The end of this corridor can't be seen at a glance, and I don't know exactly how long it is. The tombstones on both sides had stopped now, and because the lights had become very dim, everyone had to take out their mobile phones for lighting.
Suddenly, a shrill howl came from the front, as if the resentment that had been building up when someone was about to die was released all at once.
"It's quite real." Zhang Zhiqing pushed up his glasses with a pale face, "I didn't expect that the first scene of this haunted house could be combined with its own legend. It's really a worthwhile trip."
After walking along the corridor for a while, Fang Dezhao felt that his legs were a little weak. He secretly cursed himself for being hopeless and still being so scared even though he knew it was a lie. He looked around and saw that other people's faces didn't look good at this time.
Wait, where is Li Ruohan?
"Ruohan?!" Fang Dezhao shouted anxiously.
But no one responded, wait, something is not right. Fang Dezhao felt that Li Mu's hold on his arm was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was trying to break his arm.
"Li Mu, what are you doing? Let me go." Fang Dezhao frowned. It was the first time he discovered that this woman was so strong. "Xiao Huang, pull him away for me, okay?"
Another pair of arms held his arm, and the force became stronger and stronger, and he broke into a cold sweat in an instant.
"Prince Huang, you are crazy, I let you..." Before he could finish his words, a pair of arms were wrapped around his neck, tightening them bit by bit, and then his legs were also tightly hugged.
Fang Dezhao's eyes widened. He struggled hard like a fish on a chopping board, but it was useless. Four pairs of arms clamped tightly on his limbs and head like four iron pliers.
Help me, I don’t want to yet…
A "hiss" sound came, and Fang Dezhao's thoughts stopped at this moment forever.
And at the last moment of his life, he finally figured out what was wrong. This so-called "spiritual tomb" scene had not even been seen by surveillance cameras from the moment he entered until now.
Where is this place?
