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What appeared in front of the little fat man was a face that had been deeply rotten.

The skin on the doctor's face has completely disappeared, and the dark red muscle fibers are all slender, and they look particularly scary, especially those empty eye sockets, staring at Ye Wan like that.

That moment.

Ye Wan felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Everything around them seemed to freeze, and the huge fear turned into a substantial shadow and completely engulfed it.

After a few seconds.

Ye Wan only reacted and let out a terrified scream.

"What do you call a blind ghost?" Zhao Ping came from behind Ye Wan, glanced at the doctor's rotten body, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a prop, at most it's more realistic, otherwise it will scare you. become like this."

"But…"

Ye Wan's face was still pale.

What the companion said made sense, but the feeling of holding his shoulder just now lingered in Ye Wan's heart.

If it is really a prop, it would be too realistic.

Su Heng also walked forward and lightly touched the doctor's cheek with his fingers. His face became a little ugly. With the perception ability of a third life level evolutionary, he could naturally tell that the doctor in front of him was definitely not some kind of prop but a genuine human corpse.

Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse.

He has been dead here for at least ten years.

"Brother, is this a real person or a prop?" The little fat man asked tremblingly.

Before Su Heng said that he was a teacher in the martial arts hall, and Su Heng's sudden burst of speed just now, in such a strange environment, the little fat man has completely regarded Su Heng as the backbone of the team.

It was strange to him.

In the team, the two concentric women were fair-skinned, and their bodies were slender, and there was no trace of martial arts practice at all.

But why do they have a leisurely expression on their faces, and they don't seem to be afraid.

Thinking of Kamiya's eyes and special hair color, the little fat man was very puzzled. But now he was so frightened that he left all these things behind for the time being.

"Props, don't be too afraid."

Su Heng said slowly.

Ordinary people's ability to accept is limited. If you tell Fatty the truth, if you break your defenses, you won't be able to make any irrational actions.

With Jamia Liu Qingqing here, Su Heng can ensure the safety of himself and innocent people even if he encounters danger.

but…

Su Heng's purpose in entering the haunted house was not to explore.

But to find out the truth.

In order to find clues about the infinite gate, it is necessary to prepare properly and show weakness before that.

"It turned out to be a tool."

The little fat man patted his chest and said with a sigh of relief, "It scared me to death, I really thought it was the doctor's body just now."

call!

A cold wind blew from the window.

The dilapidated windows could not be blocked at all, and the white paper scattered around was blown up and scattered everywhere.

It was obviously early summer, but when the cold wind blew, the little fat man couldn't help shivering, and he shrank like a quail with his hands around his chubby head.

I actually felt the slightest coldness.

"What should we do now." The little fat man turned his attention to Su Heng.

The doctor is dead.

The clues are broken here, and I am a little confused about how to act next.

"Here's a note."

Liu Qingqing bent down and picked up something from under the table, took it apart and handed it to Su Heng.

The little fat man hurriedly leaned over on tiptoe, only to see this paragraph written in dazzling font on the note:

"They've come alive, we'll all die here... The answer to everything is in the basement."

Maybe because of time constraints.

The font on the note was too messy, Su Heng and the little fat man squinted and looked at it carefully for a long time.

It can only be recognized from a large paragraph of text in such a mindless two sentences.

The little fat man's breathing became very slow. At this time, no matter how big his heart was, he found the problem.

The font was obviously written by people in desperation. The note was still stained with a large dark red stain that looked like blood, plus the doctor's shock just now.

The little fat man said tremblingly, "Brother, you see it's not too early now, it's noon, why don't we go out for dinner first... I'll treat you!"

When saying the last sentence.

The little fat man's fleshy face twitched twice.

Apparently it was a pain in the flesh. It would cost hundreds of dollars to eat anything in the scenic area. For a middle school student, this might be half a year's pocket money.

He didn't wait for Su Heng to speak.

That piece of Liu Qingqing was leaning against the corner, her long black hair poured down from her cheek, and she suddenly said in a gloomy tone, "There are words behind the note."

"Um?"

Su Heng was taken aback.

Turning the note to the back, his pupils contracted slightly.

"They're here, right behind you!"

"Whoa!"

almost the same time.

A shrill and sharp howl suddenly sounded in the empty haunted house.

A fierce wind came from the surface.

Su Heng's muscles were tense, and his skin was covered with a faint metallic luster. The waist twisted, the muscles that contracted to the extreme trembled slightly, and the strength of the whole body was like a roar of a blue dragon, and a violent punch was thrown backwards.

Bang!

A monster slammed into Su Heng's fist.

The air that was squeezed to the extreme exploded, and the black shadow let out a sharp and painful howl, and flew out at a faster speed than when it came.

The door to the room behind is open.

When leaving, the shadow reached out and grabbed towards the corner.

Zhao Ping's body of more than 100 pounds was grasped by the shadow like a rag doll. After two consecutive jumps, it disappeared from Su Heng's sight.

"hiss…"

Su Heng was slightly startled in his heart.

In a hurry, although he only used five points of strength just now, the casual blow of the third life level is no trivial matter.

But not only did that monster not suffer serious damage, but its speed and flexibility did not decrease, and it was able to escape from Su Heng's sight with Zhao Ping.

He chased out the door.

In the long corridor, the dim incandescent lamps have been completely turned on.

It was clearly sunny at noon outside, but there was no light outside the window, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Su Heng even suspected that he might no longer be in the perception world of Terraria, but in a special environment similar to a restricted area.

"Hey! Karma!"

Three or two crows with black feathers and red pupils seemed to be frightened.

At this moment, he flapped his wings and flew away from the branch, leaving only a few feathers in place and slowly falling.

"Big brother! I beg you to save Zhao Ping!"

Valley to

At this time, the little fat man seemed to realize what had just happened.

Although it was only for a moment, the little fat man could clearly see the face of the monster... He was wearing a white hospital gown, his body was thin and his limbs were exceptionally sharp and slender, and his dark and rough skin was like a demon.

What was even more frightening was that the monster's head seemed to be cut open by some kind of sharp weapon.

The upper part disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an empty jaw and a slap of sharp gums, and a scarlet tongue poking out...

No wonder the monster kept repeating "I can't hear" and "I'm so hungry" just now.

thought here.

The little fat man was even more frightened, looking at his appearance, he was about to cry.

"Let me rescue Zhao Ping?" Su Heng returned to the room, but he was a little surprised when he heard this.

Although the little fat man is timid, his temperament is not bad. In such a dangerous environment, instead of just thinking about running away quickly, he is thinking about the safety of his companions.

"Are you sure?"

Su Heng clapped his hands and asked back, "If I go to rescue Zhao Ping, what will you do if that monster comes back."

"Uh…"

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, speechless.

"But, but Zhao Ping was invited to play with me. If he has an accident, how can I be worthy of his parents." The little fat man's eyes were red, and his eyes were about to drip.

"Alright alright!"

Su Heng waved his hand, in fact, even if the little fat man didn't say anything, he planned to continue chasing after him to see what was hidden in this haunted house.

He said to Liu Qingqing in the corner, "I'll go to the basement to see if I can find any clues. I'll ask you to take care of this little fat man."

Liu Qingqing bit the rubber band in her mouth and was tying her hair.

After hearing Su Heng's words, he raised his hand and made an ok gesture.

Su Heng and his template had gone through countless crises together, so there was no need to mention this trivial matter.

He nodded, turned and quickly disappeared into the dim corridor.

...

After coming to the first floor.

Su Heng did not rush into the basement.

Instead, he returned to the corridor on the first floor and glanced in the direction of the entrance.

The place was completely shrouded in substantial darkness. He tried to walk towards the depths of the darkness, but the familiar corridor seemed to be extending infinitely.

Just a few dozen meters of road.

Su Heng walked briskly for two minutes without reaching the end.

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

He realized that the whole haunted house had become weird, exuding a faint malice.

However, even so.

Su Heng was not afraid either.

If it was just him, the situation encountered was indeed a bit tricky.

After all, Su Heng's talents were all simple and unpretentious in defense, and it was really difficult to understand in special circumstances. Even if you try one by one with the power of the template, it is easy to startle the snake.

But now.

There are Liu Qingqing and Kamiya here.

Su Heng's mentality suddenly changed. He had sufficient confidence and time to carry out this "game" to the end and win the final victory.

After discovering the abnormality, Su Heng turned and walked towards the stairs.

"Why didn't you let me take action just now." Liu Qingqing's voice came from the mental space, "If it was me, that little guy couldn't escape."

"I suspect that some existence in the haunted house is trying to lead me out."

Su Heng was silent for a while, and then replied, "Do you remember the introduction to the story we saw outside the haunted house? In the horror hospital, those doctors who were bewitched by cultists used patients' organs to grow corpses."

"So, you suspect they're targeting your organs."

"Well. I want to try and see if I can seduce the mastermind behind this haunted house."

Su Heng suddenly thought of the Golden Triangle in his previous life, feeling that there was something strange in common between the two, he asked again:

"By the way, how's your situation there?"

"not bad."

Liu Qingqing replied, "But Sister Camia went out just now. She said she was worried that she would be in danger, so she went to find you. However, I think she must be hungry and wants to go out to find something to eat."

"Then you remember to tell her to be careful, and don't let people give you snake guts."

"Hmm..." Liu Shu obviously didn't know the allusions in Su Heng's words, and answered seriously, "Sister Kamiya's snake gall, I'm afraid it's only possible if the evil gods personally take action."

"Anyway, this haunted house is a bit weird, you should pay more attention to safety."

End the call.

Su Heng stopped, looked up and saw the stairs leading to the basement appearing in front of him.

There was a rusted iron door at the entrance of the stairs, a chain was hung on the door handle, and there were yellow seals on both sides of the crack.

However, the seal has been torn, and the chain has fallen to the ground.

The whole door just opened inwards.

It was empty and dark inside, as if it was going to hell.

Su Heng took a deep breath, the muscles all over his body tensed slightly. He has experienced countless dangers and weirdness, big and small, but he still doesn't dare to take it lightly.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the basement one step at a time.

The rusty iron gate behind it closed with a bang, as if being pulled by the invisible hand of the ancient god.

It was pitch black in the sight.

Then it slowly lit up again, it was a scarlet blood-like light, spilling from the incandescent lamp overhead, and the air was filled with a strong smell of formalin.

But even so, the lingering smell of rotten corpse still can't be dissipated.

slap!

He took two steps forward.

Immediately, I felt sticky under the sole, as if stepping on some colloidal liquid.

Su Heng lowered his head and followed the traces of the water to look into the distance. Under the dim light, huge glass tubes stood on both sides of the wall, densely packed. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of them in the entire basement.

Most of the test tubes were well preserved.

Through the dark green solution, you can vaguely see deformed and twisted limbs inside, like a biochemical monster being sealed in it.

One of the test tubes had been broken, and it seemed that it had not been broken for a long time. The viscous liquid on the floor that had not dried up was from the broken test tube.

"So the monster that attacked me just now escaped from the basement."

Su Heng looked at the test tubes and touched his chin.

There is a vague guess in my heart.

only…

Who made the monsters in these test tubes, and what is the purpose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and, most importantly, is there anything between this haunted house called Horror Hospital and the gate of infinity recorded in Xiangliu's inheritance? what relationship?

He buried these questions in his heart.

Continuing to move towards the depths of the basement, I finally saw Zhao Ping squatting on the ground with his back to himself in the corner.

"are you OK."

Su Heng stepped forward and patted Zhao Ping on the shoulder.

"Hee hee hee!"

Zhao Ping, who was silent at first, suddenly laughed at this moment, his shoulders began to tremble obviously, and the strange laughter echoed in the dark basement.

The boy turned around slowly, his pupils were full of horror, and he covered his mouth with both hands, but the viscous blood continued to gush out from between his pale fingers.

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