Lao Xie took the rusted iron piece with only half of it left and handed it to Chu Ping.
Chu Ping retracted his hand into his sleeve, and then took the iron piece over.
Only half of the iron piece was left covered with rust marks, and under the weak light of the flashlight, the writing on it could be faintly seen.
"There seems to be a word," Old Xie also saw the word hidden in the rust marks, "It seems to be a '2'."
"2?"
Chu Ping's eyes lit up, and he vaguely thought of something in his mind.
When he went up to the third floor, he found that there were only two rooms, 301 and 303. At that time, he was still wondering where the disappeared room 302 had gone. Unexpectedly, he found it accidentally.
"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Chu Ping looked at the house number with only half of it left in his hand and was a little dazed.
"What's wrong? Is this thing important?" Lao Xie didn't pay attention to the room number when he came up, so he didn't think about it at all.
Chu Ping shook his head. There seemed to be no secret door or tunnel here.
"What should we do? How about we open the white door and have a look? What if there is really a way to get out?"
Chu Ping nodded. It seemed that he had to do this now, otherwise he would have to fight the huge spider monster outside.
Chu Ping took the swing stick in his hand and looked towards the white door.
The moment he saw Bai Men, Chu Ping was stunned.
"That door seems to have been opened."
Chu Ping looked at Lao Xie with some uncertainty.
Lao Xie shook his head quickly and said, "I didn't open it. I didn't even touch that door."
Chu Ping had no intention of listening to what Lao Xie Tou said. His attention was entirely focused on the door.
There was a gap in the white door, as if someone had pushed it open from the inside.
The darkness like an abyss stretched out tentacles from the crack in the door, as if to drag everything in the room into the darkness.
"Fuck, what is this?"
Old Xie Tou also discovered the secret behind the white door.
Lao Xie stumbled back, tripped over something, and sat directly on the ground.
"Chu Ping, you kid, run away!" Old Xie Tou shouted to Chu Ping.
The tentacles formed from darkness gradually came closer, and Chu Ping wanted to avoid it, but his eyes were tightly attracted by the thing in the crack of the door, making him unable to move at all.
"What's in there? I seem to see a pair of eyes!"
Those eyes seemed to have magic power. Chu Ping just glanced at them, and his body began to become dull, and then slowly became uncontrollable.
Chu Ping tried to break free, but everything was in vain.
The dark tentacles slowly approached, and the fear in Chu Ping's heart was infinitely amplified.
Chu Ping seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, feeling cold all over. He watched helplessly as the tentacles approached, but he was unable to do anything.
"Chu Ping?"
Lao Xie noticed something strange about Chu Ping and wanted to go over and drag him over.
Just when Lao Xie was about to stand up, he found that his legs seemed to be grabbed by something.
"What is this?"
Lao Xie glanced at his ankle, where a dark hand was grabbing his ankle.
The scratch mark at the base of the wall is particularly obvious.
Of course, Lao Xietou was not like Chu Ping, who had seen all kinds of strange existences before. Now when Lao Xietou suddenly saw such a hand appear, he collapsed to the ground in fear.
The hand at the base of the wall appeared very suddenly. Before Lao Xie Tou could react, he was already dragged to the ground by it, and then he forcefully dragged Lao Xie Tou's entire body back.
"Chu Ping! Help!"
Lao Xie's fingers scratched the ground hard, leaving deep scratches.
At this time, Chu Ping could not save himself. Although he heard Lao Xie Tou's cry for help, he could not move his body now, let alone save the other party.
The eyes behind the white door are becoming clearer and clearer. In the scarlet eyes, there seems to be countless despair wailing in pain. He wants to devour everything here and let them all feel his incomparable power. Despair and pain.
Dark tentacles had wrapped around Chu Ping's ankles, and then slowly moved upward.
A cold feeling spread throughout his body.
"It's so cold."
Waves of white air slowly rose upwards with Chu Ping's breathing, and then slowly dissipated.
Chu Ping felt that the scene in front of him began to become blurry, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
A faint light shone on the top of Chu Ping's head, and a pale face came into Chu Ping's eyes.
"There seems to be a person standing above you."
What Lao Xie Tou said to Chu Ping before on the fourth floor came to mind.
"Could it be him?"
Chu Ping felt cold all over, and he didn't know whether it was the feeling left by the black tentacles on him, or because he was frightened by the sight of the person above him.
"Did you see me?"
That pale face seemed to have discovered Chu Ping, its eyes full of whites were staring at Chu Ping, and the black sticky hair blew down and stuck tightly to Chu Ping's face.
"You saw me."
An extremely terrifying smile appeared on his pale face, and his sharp teeth were like a hacksaw. With just a little force, he could bite off the bones in Chu Ping's body.
For the first time, Chu Ping's eyes showed unparalleled panic.
"You saw me!"
The pale face looked particularly excited, and the mouth full of sharp teeth already grinned to the base of the ears.
"Then I'm going to eat you."
The pale face opened wide, and the fishy smell hit his face. Chu Ping was hit by the smoke and felt dizzy.
Chu Ping could already feel that the sharp teeth were piercing his skin. With just a little force, his head would burst, and red blood mixed with gray-white brain would splatter everywhere.
The stumps left behind after being eaten will also be left here waiting to rot.
To die, everything is over.
The black tentacles didn't seem to expect that another strange existence would intervene.
Just when the big mouth full of sharp teeth was about to bite Chu Ping's head, the eyes in the crack of the door suddenly looked at the top of his head.
The pale face stopped moving, and a trace of blood flowed from Chu Ping's forehead.
"he's mine!"
A hoarse voice came from behind the white door.
Immediately afterwards, the black tentacle on Chu Ping's body suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the top of Chu Ping's head.
The man above Chu Ping's head was entangled with black tentacles, like two beasts snatching food, both trying to take it for themselves.
At this time, Chu Ping could also take a breather.
The fight above his head was still going on, and Lao Xie's head on the other side was about to be dragged into the wall by ghost hands that came out of the floor. On the dusty floor, one after another was left. A messy scratch mark.
"Chu Ping, remember to take good care of my eighty-year-old mother, and my wife and children I haven't met yet."
Perhaps Lao Xietou felt that the worst thing he had done in his life was selling the "Happiness Diary" to Chu Ping.
