Different from previous experiences, after entering Duanting Mansion, there was an indescribable weirdness and distortion. Jiang Chenchuan gradually woke up. When he saw what was in front of him clearly, mycelium-like tentacles stretched out from the white square box. , and then shrank back a little bit.
"Fortunately, I didn't touch it, Yvel. It made me feel dangerous."
Seeing this scene, Leonid breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one in the dark mansion. He could only vaguely hear some unusual noises, like people walking around or whispering hiding in the darkness. Voice.
Hanging the lantern on his waist, he walked all the way up the stairs. If it was according to Leonid's words, Chu Dong might have been trapped here and unable to leave.
There is a strong smell of blood in the corridor, and the icy cold air seeps in endlessly from the window. There are shadows on the ground that are darker than the darkness, and they look like the shape of a person.
Leonid exclaimed, this former genius had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.
"What do you see?"
Unlike the fear that Leonid faced head-on, Jiang Chenchuan could only rely on his senses to roughly judge the source of the smell, and he could only ask out loud.
"A corpse... looks like it has just died."
Cruel words came out of Leonid's mouth, and suddenly there was a noise in the quiet mansion. The sound of slow-moving footsteps echoed around them. There was nothing there, but they could feel the presence of someone.
"We're in a twist."
No one knows the history of the mansion and why it became what it is today. They can only keep moving forward to explore the secrets hidden deep in the distortion.
Until...when passing by a certain room, Jiang Chenchuan heard vague conversations from inside.
"Leon...will we die here?"
"No! Don't be afraid..."
"But...but, I saw Jason's body...if he dies, will we die too?"
"No! Trust me!"
"But what else can we do except wait?"
"..."
Immediately afterwards, the original silence and strange quietness returned.
With the idea of testing, Jiang Chenchuan opened the door. When he carefully stepped into the bedroom space, many pictures flashed before his eyes, a world stained red with blood, screams filling his ears, and white cloth covering his face. Furniture, several scenes that look like memories, as if a movie is playing rapidly, flashing continuously.
For a moment, he couldn't move and could only stay in place motionless. The distortion in Leonid's eyes had reached a crazy level. I am afraid that Jiang Chenchuan was deeply awakened and was often in contact with darkness, like a nightmare. Trapped in place.
I couldn't watch anymore. There was no one in the room. The conversations of those teenagers were like audio recorded in the room. People who were waiting for passing by saw a mirage-like scene. Several black figures walked past Jiang Chenchuan. They were carrying The kerosene lamp holds each other's hands, but cannot touch, just a phantom.
"Evel, use your strength to protect yourself and avoid being affected by the afterimage of time."
As if he was stuck in a quagmire, he was suddenly awakened by Leonid's voice. Jiang Chenchuan held his forehead, masking a painful expression.
This kind of scene that remains in space after time distortion has nothing to do with willpower. No matter how firm Jiang Chenchuan's will is, he can't break free from the illusion quickly.
"Oh, you should be more careful, my old friend!" Leonid stepped forward to remind him thoughtfully.
"Why is this happening?"
Jiang Chenchuan could clearly feel that those scenes really happened.
"Probably the more different times are superimposed, the more chaotic the space becomes. All living life is twisted together. Only by finding the source as soon as possible can we stop the distortion of the mansion."
Leonid could only say this. He had been dead for many years, and the world in the eyes of the dead was very different from that of the living. He could see that in this precarious space, there was a risk of collapse at every moment.
"Help! Please, don't... don't kill me!"
Suddenly, a young man's cry for help could be heard in his ears, and footsteps like a frantic escape sounded upstairs. In the unknown darkness, no one knew what was waiting for them.
Leon stared blankly at the figure floating in front of him, his mind in confusion. When the real fear came, he didn't know how to resist or run for his life, he just stayed in place blankly.
Only when the blood mist bloomed in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a demon with golden eyes through the hazy shadow. A strange language sounded in the air, and he could feel that there was an invisible force trying to tear his body apart. Body.
run!
We can only run!
Leon feebly started his escape, but everything was so painful. As he ran in the corridor, he seemed to hear the lightning and thunder outside the window, and the crazy downpour. He barely raised his head, as if there was a hoist. The dead body was hanging in front of him.
"Ahhh!——"
In the flash of thunder and lightning, he saw clearly the face of the hanged man.
"how come……"
His originally extremely frightened mood calmed down in an instant. The breeze lifted up a corner of his skirt, and the flowing blood fell to the ground. He knelt down weakly on the ground, not caring about the figure chasing him from behind.
"simple?"
Leon's whole body was trembling, and all the hope he held was the corpse in front of him.
"Why did you... die too?"
His heart kept falling, and the dark shadow gradually came closer, and finally stopped behind him. A slender hand stretched out from the fog, touched his shoulder, and slowly moved to his neck.
Are you planning to strangle me to death?
Leon has given up struggling, because he knows that even struggling is useless, everyone is dead, Jason's head exploded, and the other two partners also died violently, leaving him alone, He was the only one left alive.
Grief came from his heart, and there seemed to be a coldness pressing against his head, sharp and sharp, as if just a slight exertion could take away his life.
Leon could feel the tearing of his skin, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the last moment to come.
But the expected sting did not come. The cold man moved downwards and pinched his face.
"Really... seems to be a living person?"
From the terrifying shadow, a hoarse and vague female voice came.
"Help! Please, don't... don't kill me!"
The boy let out a hysterical roar, which was his last desperate cry for help. The cold fingers let go of him, and the shadow gradually dimmed.
Chudong lowered her head and looked at her hands. She seemed to understand that what she killed did not seem to be some weird extraordinary creature or a ghost.
But, a living person...
