Apocalyptic Forecast

Haunted house.

A place that does not exist in reality for most people.

It is ridiculous that most people who come to the haunted house do not actually want to actually see the ghost.

This strange psychology like Ye Gonghaolong is too subtle.

Perhaps it is because it is realized that all of these are false, as if the dream will wake up after all, and it is possible to immerse yourself in this brief horror and experience the hard-to-find stimulation and surprise.

But if you think about it like this, it always feels like a demon contest, but also a degenerate shortcut to hell.

In the gloomy haunted house, Huai Shi calmly looked around, and there was free and random thinking in his mind. Although it was fake, this atmosphere gave him a commendable intimacy. It's like coming to a hotel where you can relax in a warm setting.

It's not actually a hotel.

It's a hospital.

Tourists are deliberately separated from front to back, unable to disperse solitude and fear in droves. Can only diligently explore the dusty abandoned building with the companions beside him.

The dim flashing lights, the ground had already dried up, the strange stains that were difficult to discern, and the traces of scratches and struggles left on the walls.

The ubiquitous writing is full of pain.

Like a diary of a 16-year-old literary teenager, looking at it does not feel scared, but feels a sense of shame.

"It's lovely." Huai Shi sighed softly while looking at the electrotherapy chair covered with blood.

"Huh?" Zhenxi was at a loss.

"I mean, the decorator here is really gentle." Miss Huai Paper smiled slightly: "It would be nice if there was such a quiet place in the real sinking depth."

Is something wrong?

Zhenxi felt that 100,000 question marks appeared on her head.

Okay afraid? Say trembling in his arms? Why did Miss Huai Paper enter the nursing home after entering the haunted house, even the air seemed very refreshing.

Is n’t it scary here?

She opened the cabinet, looked at the **** broken hand inside, and fell into a meditation: There is a saying, is this really terrible?

Could it be said that Miss Huai Paper is afraid of different types?

That's right, some people may not be afraid of physical monsters like zombies and monsters, but fear ghosts!

Hearing the screams of other tourists from the front, Zhenxi clenched his fists quietly, full of expectations: STAFF, please come on, let Miss Huaizhi see the power of Yingzhou demon!

After passing through the dilapidated hall and into the ward with the corpses of props, the main event finally ushered in the front.

-Mortuary!

Mortuary, what a terrible place. The return of the deceased, the place where psychic strange talks occur, and the source of terror in the nightmare of many people.

Oh, this chill, the air conditioning and air conditioning must be enough?

Those STAFF gentlemen disguised as corpses lying on the ground and preparing to be scary must be very hard, right? Please try to scare Miss Paper.

Full of anticipation of the haunted house, Zhen Xila took the hand of Miss Huai Paper and walked into the thick mist that came across her face.

"Cage slit, cage slit, the bird in the cage wants to escape ~"

There seems to be a faint song in my ear, echoing in the silent corridor like weeping, and just in the song, a trace of scarlet oozes from the wall, with the sweet fragrance unique to the blood .

As if a pair of eyes opened from the pale wall, the empty gaze gazed at Zhenxi. Souls wandering in the wall are singing loudly: "Cage slits, cage slits, birds in cages want to escape ~"

His eyes widened in astonishment.

Really amazing!

Is this the current surround sound!

Also, the blood on this wall seems to be true ... and the eyes on the wall also seem to be true! Poke and blink.

Haunted house, great!

"Miss Huai Paper, Miss Huai Paper, look at it!"

She looked back in surprise, trying to show her companions what she found, but found that she was empty behind. The familiar figure disappeared somehow.

Only a weird outline slowly emerged from the pungent mist, and slowly walked towards her.

The desolate song surrounded the dead corridor.

Zhenxi stayed in place.

They sing softly and ask questions softly in their ears:

"... On the night before dawn, who is the person watching you from behind?"

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"Cage slit, cage slit, the bird in the cage wants to escape ~"

At the moment when the song sounded, Huai Shi felt something was wrong-all the source quality fluctuations disappeared, as if leaving in an instant.

The whole haunted house was closed by darkness.

Something is wrong here!

When he finally determined this, he squeezed the cold, trembling hand next to him, feeling that his sharp nails were about to pierce his palm.

There is no temperature.

When he turned around, he saw that Zhenxi holding in his hands did not know when he turned into a pale paradox with his head down.

Between the long dark hair, a pair of scarlet eyes lifted up, and the grudged gaze gazed at Miss Paper, who was close at hand.

In an instant, he rushed towards him.

Then, Huai Shi raised his hand and pressed forward.

In the low muffled noise, the arm that wiped the head of the strange woman pressed against the wall, and the great power vented, leaving a deep crack.

Countless dust rustled and fell on that dull, twisted face. Such an intimate wall, but it does not make the other person feel warm.

There was no shyness like a deer bumping into the heart, only the horror of being kicked by a giant elephant.

Even ghosts have the talent to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Otherwise, why do you always scare children and bully little girls, instead of looking for the retired soldier king and the strong men who came back from the army and found their daughters in dog kennels?

The imaginary soft persimmon instantly resembled Transformers, and turned into a grenade in close proximity.

Rao is a mad remnant spirit, and also feels the instant horror and fear.

Then, I saw the darkness rising behind Huai Shi and countless hungry and scarlet scarlet eyes in the darkness.

The blade of resentment swept away, and instantly, the paradox disappeared. Even the original set of white clothes failed to stay, and was swallowed by the hungry crows.

this one?

Huai Shi scratched his head and looked around behind him.

No traces of Zhenxi can be seen, but her condition can be sensed.

Since it is suspected that there may be something wrong in the haunted house, then Huai Shi will naturally not forget to insert an eye into his employer. Two sourced crows are hiding in the balloon in her hand. Able to feel a ridiculous sense of wonder-Zhenxi's mood seems to be as smooth as ever, even excited and surprised.

That silly girl, shouldn't you think that what you saw was the bridge of a haunted house?

But it is enough.

But since she can be sure that she will not encounter any danger for a while, then you can safely solve all of the things in front of her.

Just after the open door in front of Huai Shi, all the cabinets in the genuine mortuary tremble in an instant.

The sharp sound of the door rubbing constantly burst out.

Those who slept in the cold opened their eyes again. They wriggled their rapidly alienated limbs, just like spiders, using hands and feet on the ground, crawling slowly between the wall and the ceiling.

The pale face was raised at a weird angle, and the empty eyes reflected the lone figure of the pregnant paper.

High-pitched hissing.

At this moment, here and here, everything inside the haunted house was quickly closed at the moment the secret instrument was launched, and it became completely different from everything in the present situation.

——Artificial miniature **** · When the devil!

The scenes of all travelers' nightmares crawled out of illusion and creeped towards Huai Shi.

The thick blood rain dripped from the ceiling, and fell into the hands of Huai Shi, quickly decayed, dried up, and turned into bleak dust.

The smell of corpses mixed with the smell of antiseptic became stronger.

Huai Shi could not help but nod in praise.

That's right.

Nice performance ... Unfortunately, the number is too small.

"Anyway, hire a few more group shows."

In his hands, the handle of the blade of resentment turned slightly, and with the shock of his wrist, he swept forward and screamed forward. The corpse, followed by several tragic pieces of debris fell to the ground.

The uneven notch is like a mark pecked by a bird's beak.

It was still convulsing, but it quickly turned into mist. The fog could not dissipate because the crows who had been buried in the bone sanctuary were gluttonous before that time.

Do not let go of a trace.

"Sheng Zai! Sheng Zai! Sheng Zai !!!"

The crows praised excitedly and vaguely expressed: although the taste is average, this free buffet is very good, not enough, but also, autumn pear paste ... there is a mess.

Under the group of corpses, Huai Shi suddenly worried.

This group of guys eat so much every day. In the future, just like the fat horse that was once very shameful in their own home, can't the fat one fly?

But I can't control that much ... When the child is still growing, eat more.

So, among the screams of the corpse, Miss Huai Paper raised her head, showed a pleasant smile, and greeted the monsters who were in front of her, expressing her gratitude.

"い た だ き ま す!"

The high-pitched and loud noise of iron crystals burst out in an instant. Since the length of the Taidao extended rapidly, resentment grew, and in a blink of an eye it almost became a huge scale that almost filled the entire morgue.

Twelve four four five three meters!

In the dark, the 'ugly' peering here is stiff and unbelievable.

What the **** is that?

Just like the iron rods erected between the walls, the resentment whispered, overflowing with the blood and cold light.

Now, with the action of Huai Shi, the huge sharp blade is slowly lifted, and immediately afterwards, a tyrannical roundabout begins!

The last thing I could hear was a crunchy click.

That was the sound of Huai Shi closing the door behind him.

It's like pressing the juicer switch.

Howling bursts, engulfing everything.

Not limited to the knife handle, Huai Shi's erratic figure moved forward instantaneously, just raised a finger, propped up the fulcrum of resentment, and led the violent blade to start whirling!

The storm began now.

The high-pitched hiss of the crows overlapped in one place, spreading violently, and countless bleak plasma sprayed in all directions, rendering everything into a scary scarlet.

Split, split, split!

There is absolutely no rigid rigidity in the imagination, but it makes people crazy.

In the violent roundabout, the blades almost turned into wheels continue to shrink and extend, freely changing the scale, with the push of Huai Shi's palm, changing the angle, walking around every corner of the entire enclosed space.

Countless deep slashes have been left on the walls, iron cabinets, anatomical tables and even the body of the monster.

Massacre ghosts with unparalleled speed.

Just like every high-end wall-breaking machine's propaganda-break the barrier between each cell membrane and fully extract every trace of nutrients in the food.

Ravaged endlessly.

Until all humans converge in one place and turn into a glass of nutritious and healthy juice ...

When the horrible whirlwind came to an abrupt halt, there was no complete object in the room except the figure stained with blood.

Even if it is a corpse that can climb up and continue to fight after being chopped, it is also in the exquisite millimeter-level destruction, it also ushers in the literal sense-no bones!

So what kind of monster is ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~?

In the dark space, the ninja codenamed ugly was deterred by the tragic sight.

incredible.

The dark mystery of self-sufficiency, the endless corpse march, was so devastated by such devastation!

Now, there is no more courage to fight between her chests, only endless fears continue to emerge, devouring her reason and soul, making her unable to wait to escape.

You have to tell ‘Son’, you have to tell other people, what the **** did they wake up!

But at that moment, a cold palm pressed against her shoulder, so soft.

A **** red cheek was slowly protruding from behind the shoulder, looking at her twisted face, smiling sweetly, and whispering softly in her ear:

"I found you ~"