I made myself the protagonist

Unexpectedly, around the corner, a small white figure appeared in front of everyone.

Pan Rong took a closer look. Apart from being frightened, she felt even more sad. The ghost of the dead child... was Xiaobai.

"noob!"

Ling Yun subconsciously took a few steps forward, only to find that he ran away without looking back.

Without thinking, Ling Yun immediately chased after him; when the others saw this situation, they also followed Ling Yun one by one.

During this period, no matter how everyone called, Xiaobai kept his head down and ran forward without saying a word; and no matter how fast everyone accelerated, they always kept a certain distance from Xiaobai and could not catch up with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaobai, who was running, gradually stopped. At the same time, the unchanging scene around him suddenly changed, and everyone realized that the ghost wall had been solved.

Xiaobai stopped, turned around and stretched out his hand to the crowd, spreading his palm, revealing several round glass balls.

Before Ling Yun and others could speak, he suddenly pointed forward with an expressionless face and waved to everyone. Then his figure became more transparent and then disappeared.

"Pah——"

Several glass balls rolled down to the ground in an instant. When they rolled to everyone's feet, they discovered that those glass balls had been stained with blood at some point.

Not only that, when Ling Yun noticed the real time on his phone, he realized that they had been trapped for more than five hours without knowing it. Now that they were back to normal, it was already 11:20 at night!

"How could this happen? Xiaobai...is dead?"

"It should be." Zhao Sicheng hummed in a dull voice, feeling very uncomfortable.

"What did Xiaobai mean by waving at us just now?" Pan Rong imitated the other party's movements and murmured: "This... seems to mean driving people away... Xiaobai told us to go away?"

Ling Yun squatted on the ground, silently picked up the blood-stained marbles, wiped them clean and put them into his pocket.

At this moment, deep in the corridor, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" sound.

The voice sounded extremely dull, and with regular pauses, it gradually came closer to where everyone was.

Hearing this familiar voice, Ling Yun trembled violently, feeling a chill rushing down the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the tip of his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, trembling with the rhythm of the voice.

At the same time, Pan Rong finally understood what Xiaobai meant: "Xiaobai wants to tell us that there is danger ahead, so run!"

"It's too late, everyone, hold your breath and don't make a sound!"

Ling Yun quickly observed the surroundings. After hearing the movement, he opened the door of the escape tunnel next to him and took everyone to hide in.

Behind the escape tunnel door, everyone covered their mouths tightly, not daring to take a breath.

Everyone knew very well that if they made any noise or gasped at this time, their hiding place would be exposed.

The sound of jumping footsteps was getting closer and closer. Pan Rong saw a pair of black cloth shoes through the crack in the door. The surface of the cloth shoes was soaked with blood. Every time he jumped, he would leave blood marks on the ground.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly felt a chill and buried her head in her knees, not daring to look any further.

Ling Yun plucked up the courage and approached the door. Through the glass, he saw Uncle Dong who was less than half a meter away from him outside the door.

Now Uncle Dong in front of him has become a zombie, his only open eye is covered with a layer of white, and his face is covered with traces of stitches.

Zombies gather the grievances of heaven and earth, take the death energy of heaven and earth, and are born from bad luck. They are immortal, immortal, and immortal. They are abandoned by the three realms of heaven, earth, and humans, and are wandering and homeless. Their bodies are stiff, and they use resentment as their strength in the human world.

Blood feeds.

Zombies have no vision and rely entirely on smell and hearing to find prey.

Uncle Dong's torn mouth on the left side revealed a row of sharp and irregular fangs. His blue-black face was stained with blood. The stiff skin folds were like layers of thousand-year-old bark, with some red slime sandwiched between the ravines.

Meat, the constant sobs from his throat made everyone shudder.

Zombies are particularly sensitive to the yang energy of living people. Although everyone held their breath at this moment, Uncle Dong stopped when he came near where Ling Yun and others were because they had been staying nearby.

Because of his long-term persistence in long-distance running, Su Li had a large lung capacity and his breath-holding ability was even comparable to that of men. A minute and a half passed, and Ling Yun and others could still hold on, but for Pan Rong, it was very difficult.

It's hard.

At this time, Pan Rong's face turned red. She pinched her nose desperately and squatted on the ground. Veins were all over her neck. The feeling of suffocation made her worse than death. In another ten seconds, she would reach her limit.

Ling Yun encouraged her with his eyes, but when he saw Uncle Dong outside the door refusing to leave, he felt very anxious.

Seeing that Pan Rong could no longer hold on any longer, and that he was unable to move so many people at once, Ling Yun was about to adopt the dangerous plan of going out alone to lure away the zombies, and then use his powers to distance themselves.

From the other end, there was suddenly a rapid ringing of bells and a woman's call.

"Xiaobai, where are you?"

Yang Feng rang the bell and called her son's name eagerly. Attracted by the sound, Uncle Dong, who had been staying in place, suddenly jumped around, and with a "swish", he quickly jumped in the direction of Yang Feng.

The footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor. After the brief crisis was resolved, everyone breathed in the fresh air and struggled to stand up from the ground.

"I almost couldn't hold it in anymore, it was so dangerous." Pan Rong patted her chest with lingering fear and adjusted her breathing rate.

"It's okay." Ling Yun stretched out his hand and helped her up.

Zhao Sicheng opened the door and came to the corridor. Looking at the bloody footprints on the ground and the empty corridor in front of him, he couldn't help but frown: "What is going on here?"

The bloody footprints suddenly disappeared at the end of the corridor, and there was no movement from the other party under the stairs. Staring at the dark stairs with bated breath for a long time, everyone felt that the figures of Yang Feng and the zombies seemed to have evaporated from the world.

The zombies and Yang Feng disappeared silently. If they hadn't experienced it personally and there were still a lot of bloodstains and footprints on the ground, they would even suspect that everything they just saw was just an ordinary hallucination.

The current scene and the previous encounter are so weird that they have long been separated from the movie setting.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."

Ling Yun advocated leaving first, and the others agreed to his proposal. With deep doubts and vigilance, Ling Yun and others carefully followed the direction of the footprints and found Aunt Mei's house.

At this time, the door was slightly open, and before they entered the house, they smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

As far as the eye can see, Aunt Mei's house is in a mess, with blood stains on the walls and on the floor. A child's clothes that have been torn into pieces are scattered on the bathroom floor. In the pile of blood and mud, everyone sees a few strands of white hair.

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Pan Rong couldn't bear to look any further and turned her head away in pain.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and everyone returned to the living room, only to realize that the person who came was actually Chen You.