Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Ten minutes later, Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng left the house one after another.

From the analysis of their facial expressions, neither of them was in a good mood, especially Fu Lanyu.

"I said earlier. Why don't you believe me if you want to choose the one in Xiuhe clothes?" Fu Lanyu said with a calm face, "Did you forget the song that you sang every night? "Mom takes good care of me." Red wedding dress', the prompt is so obvious, of course you have to choose red!"

Qiao Yunzheng followed behind and apologized patiently: "I didn't think about it well, but fortunately, there was no dangerous situation."

"But the opportunity was wasted! There is only one chance a day in this house. You can only come back tomorrow if you try and make a mistake! What if tomorrow is preempted by someone else?"

"No." Qiao Yunzheng comforted, "Those people are not as smart as you, they can't find them here."

"...I shouldn't have teamed up with you!" Fu Lanyu waved angrily, "Success is less than success!"

The two dragged and walked away.

When the two figures completely disappeared into the fog that enveloped the town, a pair of young men and women walked out from behind a tree on the corner of the street.

"I thought the man surnamed Joe was so powerful, he was just a faint idiot." Beibei snorted coldly. "Fortunately, there is no alliance with him, and the alliance is useless."

Li Chenguang smiled insidiously: "He is still useful, at least he is stupid, but let us take advantage of it."

"Too."

The two entered the house hand in hand, and soon entered the bedroom, and saw the two picture frames standing next to the bed.

Sure enough, it was a white wedding dress and a Xiuhe suit.

Li Chenguang raised his head: "Oh, this painting is to be hung on the wall."

"I heard that the woman said that Xiuhe clothes should be hung, but she hung it wrong." Beibei recalled carefully, "Indeed, I remember that in the song that night, the red wedding clothes were sung, and what else was there? It's red, and the poison is white', isn't this an obvious clue?"

"That's right." Li Chenguang thought as she thought, "Just hang the red one. I really thank those fools for trying the water for us in advance."

So the two happily picked up the red Xiuhefu photo frame, stepped on the bed and hung it on the wall.

...Who knows that after waiting for a long time, the painting is quiet, and there is still no response.

Li Chenguang waited a little anxiously: "Why, if you answer the right question, don't you give me any clue rewards?"

"Do you have to wait until the evening to give it?" Beibei guessed, "Or is the reward directly distributed to our room? This has happened in other worlds before."

"Then we go back first?"

"good."

Beibei was helped by Li Chenguang to jump off the bed. When she landed, she vaguely felt that the touch under her feet was a bit sticky.

She lowered her head and realized that some water was slowly leaking from the cracks in the floor at some unknown time.

...No, it's not water, it's like blood.

The blood still spread around, staining the edges of her white sneakers red.

"Ah!" She yelled, and took Li Chenguang's hand and ran towards the door, "This place is too evil, hurry up!"

The two quickly fled the scene, without daring to look back.

Fu Lanyu's work and rest in this world are very regular.

Eat steamed buns in the morning, eat steamed buns at noon, go for a walk in the afternoon, come back for a rest, and continue to eat steamed buns in the evening.

I complained about poor food, but I didn't eat less steamed buns.

Xiaohui admires her spirit of being at ease with the situation, and thinks that she will never reach this level even in seven years.

What's more, he may not live past seven years.

As night fell, the strong stew aroma came from the kitchen on the first floor again.

Fu Lanyu went and took a look. The previous body was really gone, and the big iron pot was put on the stove again.

Well, it may be the turn of the man with glasses this time.

Men with glasses are thinner, so the amount of stew is relatively small.

Thinking like this, she carried the bun and went upstairs blankly.

This time, no one dared to touch that pot of meat.

"Miss Fu, I still want to know, what did you see in the morning?"

"It's nothing, it's the corpse of the stupid big man on the first night, **** stabbed, and his stomach was all taken out-they might have caught a lot of steamed buns last night."

Xiaohui suddenly covered her mouth: "Oh--"

Fu Lanyu pushed her: "Go to the toilet to throw up, don't throw up on the bed, I have to sleep at night."

"..."

What a woman without sympathy.

Late at night.

Qiqi was greatly stimulated today and didn't dare to sleep alone again. She asked Wang Xin if she could allow herself to sleep in his room.

Wang Xin agreed, and kindly gave her the bed and hit the floor by herself.

The two chatted without a word, trying to discuss a safe way to leave from here.

"You said, how exactly do we count as a victory pass?" Qiqi said distressed, "I look at other people, they seem to be very experienced, only the two of us don't know anything about it."

"Is there a time limit. As long as we can live to that time, we will be considered successful?" Wang Xin said, "Or is there any important props that we must find to be successful?"

"How would I know?" Qiqi sighed, "And I don't think we can count on those people. They talk about brainstorming, but actually they don't take the initiative to share when they find clues..."

Wang Xin was about to say something more when he suddenly realized that his eyes went dark and the oil lamp in the room went out again.

The female ghost's song, which I had to listen to several times every night, sounded again.

The singing still bleeds people's resentment, but after hearing it more often, I finally have a little immunity, and it won't be as scared as the first night.

"Kiki." He reminded in a low voice, "Be focused, in case something dirty appears, don't be afraid, don't shout..."

As a result, the oil lamp on the window sill faintly lit up, reflecting a bloody, grinning human head.

It was obviously the head of the man with glasses who died the next night. His scalp was torn off and his eyeballs were also gouged out, but the pair of glasses was still placed on the **** face, and the lenses flickered, reflecting turbidity. The light.

Wang Xin made a look at the head on the spot. He trembled all over, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth. This avoided the tragedy of screaming on the spot.

"... Kiki, go under the quilt, don't come out."

Kiki was very obedient, and immediately wrapped herself in the quilt from head to toe without looking at the window sill.

I don't know how long it took until the lights went out and the head disappeared.

It seems that this test tonight has been passed safely.

Wang Xin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the muddy breath in his chest had not yet been fully exhaled. The next second, he suddenly felt a different sound of the wind on his side, and then a pair of cold hands had already wrapped his neck.

"..."

He didn't even have time to let out the last cry, and the sharp dagger plunged into his heart in an instant.

Li Chenguang and Beibei, even though they found the house and put up the picture frame they believed to be correct, they still failed to get the clue reward as expected.

The two waited until late at night, but they still found nothing.

Li Chenguang was in a bad mood. As soon as he was in a bad mood, he wanted to do something that would not be allowed on TV.

For example, with my girlfriend O ah X ah... Forget it, I won't go into details.

The two tossed on the bed, passionate.

It is indeed a veteran who has experience of crossing, even in such a dangerous moment, he can be calm and entertain himself.

The oil lamps in the room flickered and went out one by one.

Li Chenguang panted and stopped exercising.

He thought it was a little strange. Before, all the oil lamps were extinguished every night, but today it seems to be only half off. The light in the room has dimmed a lot, but the surroundings can still be seen clearly.

"Baby." He whispered, "It's not quite right..."

"Oh." Bei Bei replied numbly, her chest undulating slightly, "What's wrong?"

"The oil lamp is only half off, or... half neatly."

He found that the unextinguished oil lamps were all concentrated near his bedside, like a half-dark enchantment, trapping the two of them.

why.

Before he could think about this question clearly, he heard the familiar song echoing in the brick building again.

"Mom takes good care of my red wedding dress,

Don't let me die too early.

Ah~~Ah~~Ah~~

Your hair falling in the middle of the night,

You closed your eyes late at night,

This is a secret agreement,

I belong to you..."

No, this song sounds different from the feeling of the previous two nights.

The singing this time, from far to near, and it seems to be getting closer and closer to him.

Listen carefully, the female voices slowly overlap, more like a duet.

Someone sings outside, inside...

Some people sang.

There seemed to be a breeze, blowing Li Chenguang's back covered with cold sweat, and it was shady and shady.

He swallowed hard, only to feel that his neck was as heavy as two catties of steel nails, his neck bones creaked, and his skin stood upside down.

He finally turned his head slowly and looked to the side—

The picture frame he hung up on the wall during the day was standing on his bedside at some point.

The young woman in the photo frame is still wearing that red Xiuhe dress, and the peony flowers on her head are vivid.

He froze on the spot, feeling the blood in his body solidifying bit by bit.

The woman's lips were lightly opened, and she was singing.

"Your hair falling in the middle of the night,

You closed your eyes late at night,

This is a secret agreement,

Belongs to me belongs to you. "

"..."

Li Chenguang stared at the frame, clenched his back molars, and used all his strength to stop himself from screaming.

He saw that the woman in the painting had changed. The Xiuhe dress was gradually turning into a white wedding dress soaked in blood. The peony flower on his head also disappeared, and his long hair was scattered, covering half of it. Open face.

The woman's eyes were dark and gloomy, her red lips opened and closed, and she continued to sing.

"I wish the woman you touched kept bleeding,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper is not my fault;

I hope the woman you touch is rotting,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper..."

Li Chenguang's scalp was numb when he heard it, and he didn't know where his courage came from, suddenly grabbed the picture frame and threw it to the floor.

The photo frame fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

There were a few cracks in the glass on the photo frame, which is probably an illusion, but the woman inside seemed to be even more weird and happy.

She grinned, as if stuck, repeating the last paragraph of the song over and over again.

"I wish the woman you touched kept bleeding,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper is not my fault;

I hope the woman you touch is rotting,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper..."

Li Chenguang was stunned for a while, suddenly realized something, and felt cold all over.

He turned away and glanced at his girlfriend lying on the bed in horror.

The author has something to say:

This story tells everyone, in the supernatural world, don’t always think about doing things that TV doesn’t allow to broadcast (no)