After hearing Wen Sengyu's words, everyone also came to the tombstone. Bian Han stepped forward and looked at the photo, and it turned out to be the face of Liu Ping, the director of the orphanage.
"Is this what the little boy wants us to see?" Bian Han asked curiously.
"I don't know, but this Liu Ping is definitely not that simple. She may be the key to this field." Xiao Xiaobin echoed from the side.
Wen Sengyu stepped forward and touched the tombstone with his hand, then rubbed it with his index finger and thumb. He found that the tombstone was particularly clean: "Look, there is no dust at all on this tombstone, as if it had just been wiped."
Everyone came closer, and because the fog was so thick, their faces almost came close.
"It's true, there's no ashes at all." At this time, Zhou Shiya seemed to have forgotten the fright just now, and even dared to look at the tombstone.
Wen Sengyu carefully observed the tombstone in front of him. This was also the only tombstone in the surrounding tombs. The smooth and neat body seemed to be made of marble, and the whole body was stone gray. Against the backdrop of blue will-o'-the-wisps, this tombstone Extraordinarily conspicuous.
The tombstone is very simple. Apart from the words "Tomb of Beloved Mother Liu Ping", there is only that weird photo. This photo is not the usual black and white, but has a little color.
He came up and took a look. It turned out that the eyes were partially red, like red blood flowing from the eyes.
The more Wen Sengyu looked at it, the more something was wrong. It didn't look like it was flowing out. It was clearly blood and tears that were actually flowing down.
His back instantly felt cold, and the depressing feeling of terror came over him. He said to Wan Qian next to him: "Qianqian, look at this photo, is it bleeding?"
Wen Sengyu wanted to use others to confirm whether he was dazzled or under too much pressure, but Wan Qian gave him the answer in the affirmative.
"It's true! The person in this photo is bleeding from his eyes~" Wan Qian said calmly.
Hearing this answer, Wen Sengyu took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing slightly.
"Ahhhh!!!" Zhou Shiya shouted again. "Head...hair...!"
Wen Sengyu looked in the direction of Zhou Shiya's finger. On the originally flat grave, clusters of hair broke out of the ground, crawling slowly towards the tombstone like a twisted snake.
Bian Han subconsciously protected Zhou Shiya behind him with his hands, and Wen Sengyu also tugged on Wanqian's clothes to signal her to step back.
But after a large amount of hair climbed up the tombstone, they suddenly accelerated and hit everyone's head.
By the time Wen Sengyu reacted, his hair was already connected to the hair sticking out of the soil.
The next second, he was pulled to the ground by a force, and was dragged by the "hair" and slid on the ground for several meters. He kept protecting his hair with his hands, because the force of dragging him was so strong that his scalp was pulled. It hurts.
While holding back the pain, he fumbled and took out the dagger from his pocket, and then slashed towards the hair.
After much effort, he finally cut off the connecting hair.
The moment his hair broke, Wen Sengyu quickly got up from the ground and ran towards Wan Qian and the others.
But Wan Qian and Xiao Xiaobin naturally didn't need to worry him. When he rushed over, they had already broken free from the shackles of their hair, but Hua Mulin continued to be dragged along.
Wen Sengyu came to Hua Mulin's side in one stride, grabbed his hair and chopped it off.
The broken hair was still wriggling on the ground, like an earthworm that had been cut off at the waist, struggling constantly.
"Where are Bian Han and the others?" Wen Sengyu searched for a while but didn't see Bian Han and Zhou Shiya.
Wan Qian patted the dirt on his body and said, "I didn't see them either. I haven't seen them since just now."
Xiao Xiaobin also shook his head.
At this moment, Zhou Shiya's scream suddenly came from a position 20 meters away from them.
"Ahhhh!!! Don't come over here!" Zhou Shiya had already raised her voice to the loudest level.
When they rushed in the direction of the sound, they saw Zhou Shiya sitting on the ground and retreating. In front of her was a long-haired woman nearly 3 meters tall.
I saw a woman dressed in red, with slender bones supporting her seemingly weak body. She was standing there with her back to Zhou Shiya in an extremely weird posture, her hair twisting wantonly in the air, as if the next second will start attacking everyone.
"Xiao Shi, where is your brother?" Wan Qian walked over and helped Zhou Shiya up.
"I don't know, I was dragged here just now, and then my brother cut my hair, and then disappeared!" Zhou Shiya said hoarsely.
Just after saying this, the woman's hair in front of her began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then attacked everyone present indiscriminately.
When Wen Sengyu avoided the hair attack, he took a detour behind the woman. Only then did he realize that the woman's back was not facing them, but her front face was also covered with hair, giving him the impression of turning her back. illusion.
Because the hair attack speed was too fast, and the surrounding vision was not good, after 10 minutes, they were obviously a little out of their depth.
"This is not the answer anyway. We have to find a way to escape from this place first!" Wen Sengyu said to everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was entangled with more hair. This time, there was so much hair that it completely covered his hand, and the dagger in his hand also fell to the ground.
For a few seconds, almost all of his body was covered in hair.
Wen Sengyu struggled hard, but these hairs were like twisted snakes. The more he struggled, the tighter they were tied. Finally, Wen Sengyu's whole body was tightly wrapped together like a silkworm chrysalis. Because his legs were also tightly entangled, he finally He fell to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, he heard tens of thousands of people beside him calling for help. It seemed that they were also tied up by these hairs.
At this moment, a ball of flames ignited around Wen Sengyu, and the hair was retracted on the woman's head the moment it came into contact with the flames.
The woman stood there and screamed in pain. It seemed that the flames had caused great harm to her.
Wen Sengyu pulled off the remaining hair on his body, and then took a closer look. The flames actually came out of Bian Han's mouth.
While the long-haired woman was still howling, Wen Sengyu saw Bian Han pour a sip of wine into his mouth, then spray it on the lighter in his hand, and a ball of flame spit out from his mouth. Just like the performances I often saw on TV when I was a kid.
"Ah!!!" The long-haired woman's whole body was ignited by flames. She struggled and let out a tearing howl, but she remained motionless in place.
As the long-haired woman fell to the ground, the surrounding fog also dispersed, and the entire mass grave gradually emerged in front of everyone.
Wen Sengyu observed the surroundings carefully. It turned out that there were so many graves here, but except for Liu Ping's grave just now, there were no tombstones erected elsewhere.
The woman was still struggling on the ground, until the last roar pierced the sky, and then she turned into a ball of hair and burrowed back into the ground.
"Has she been killed?" Hua Mulin asked weakly.
Bian Han put away the wine bottle and lighter in his hand and said, "I was probably just scared away."
Zhou Shiya stepped forward and hugged Bian Han, crying and saying: "Brother...where did you go just now..."
Bian Han touched Zhou Shiya's head tenderly, and then said: "I was dragged far away by her. She probably knew that I was angry, so she got me away first."
"You can actually do this, I'm looking down on you." Xiao Xiaobin gave Bian Han a thumbs up.
“I studied it for a while when I was a kid, and I also made a living doing it for a while,” Bian Han said.
As the fog dissipated, everyone seemed to have a new understanding of this place.
"Look, is there a small room over there?" Hua Mulin pointed to a place next to the grave.
Wen Sengyu looked in the direction of Hua Mulin's finger. It was more like a ruin than a small house.
He walked over and looked at the ruins. It seemed to be just one of the small compartments in a large room.
When he walked back, he was almost moved by the rocks under his feet.
Wen Sengyu glanced at the stone inadvertently. It was a stone brick that seemed to have fallen from a building. It was made of the same material as the ruined building.
Suddenly he was running around as if he was electrocuted, always observing the situation on the ground.
"Brother Wenhao, what are you doing~" Wan Qian looked at him without understanding, and at the same time looked at the ground, but she didn't seem to notice anything.
"It's exactly what I thought!" Wen Sengyu finally stopped.
"What?" everyone asked.
"There used to be a big house under our feet! If you look closely, some of the original structures are still preserved on the ground." Wen Sengyu pointed to the ground and said.
After Wen Sengyu's description, they actually saw some remaining traces. There should have been a large building here, but it was destroyed for some reason.
Judging from the location, the cemetery where Liu Ping is located should be the core of the house.
Wen Sengyu accurately copied the location here in his mind, and he planned to draw the location first when he went back.
At this moment, he felt that the scene in front of him was extremely familiar, as if he had seen this place before.
After thinking for a moment, he finally remembered that it was the model of the activity room!
The structure of the model is almost exactly the same as where they are now.
Thinking of this, Wen Sengyu quickly asked everyone: "Did you see a model of a building when you were in the activity room in the afternoon?"
But everyone shook their heads, and no one seemed to notice the model.
Seeing no one responded, Wen Sengyu continued: "I saw a model in the activity room, which should be a miniature version of this place. It seems that there are many secrets in the activity room waiting for us to unlock."
There are more and more mysteries appearing in front of Wen Sengyu, and he can only solve them one by one.
After another half hour of investigation, they found nothing more, so Wen Sengyu tore off the photo on Liu Ping's tombstone and went down the mountain with everyone. They decided to go to the orphanage early tomorrow morning to ask about the situation.
The road down the mountain was smooth without encountering any obstacles. The town at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit, but the orphanage still stood there alone, out of place with the town.
"A building that appeared out of thin air?" Wen Sengyu kept thinking about this question when he went down the mountain. Why did the orphanage appear there out of thin air? Why can't people in this town get pregnant?
With these questions, they finally returned to the hotel.
When he walked into the hall, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was already 3 o'clock in the morning.
After setting a time with everyone, he and Wan Qian returned to his room.
After a simple wash, he fell asleep. Although he didn't dream, his tired body almost made him hallucinate.
He felt like someone had gotten into his quilt while he was sleeping.
But maybe it was because he was too tired that his body couldn't move.
Wen Sengyu thought to himself: "Wan Qian is too proactive!"
He wouldn't suffer anyway, so he simply pretended not to know about it. He didn't even open his eyes and allowed a pair of hands to caress his body.
But the moment his hands touched his skin, he was awakened by a chill. These were obviously not human hands. They were as cold as if they had just been taken out of the freezer.
Wen Sengyu quickly opened his eyes. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Wan Qian was still sleeping on the bed next to him. Who was under his bed now?
Thinking of this, Wen Sengyu broke into a cold sweat, but his body was still unable to move. This was probably the legendary ghost pressing the bed.
His eyes moved rapidly, as if he wanted to ask Wan Qian for help, but it was to no avail.
At this time, Wen Sengyu felt that the cold hands were ravaging his body wantonly, but he had no way to do it. He was so nervous that he could only relieve his emotions by breathing heavily.
While breathing, he found that he could hear the sound of his own breathing. If this was the case, could Wan Qian next to him also hear this sound?
