My Thriller Survival Game

At this moment, Zheng Ying, who was frightened out of her mind, had only one thought in her mind.

"Stay away from that woman!"

Just like that, I ran all the way and went all the way down the stairs.

"Crunch, crunch~~~"

"Puff~Puff~Puff~~~"

When running down the stairs, stepping on the steps, instead of feeling heavy, it feels like stepping on water. Every time a foot falls, there is a sound of something being broken.

Zheng Ying couldn't help lowering her head, then glanced at the stairs with a blood-red light.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, because when you look at it, your whole body drops.

I saw a dark red liquid gurgling in the stairwell. It looked like sewage, but if I looked carefully, I saw that it was blood instead of sewage.

What's even worse is that there are thumb-sized maggots in the blood. The popping sound just now was the sound made by him stepping on the maggots.

Nausea is really disgusting, and besides nausea, what's more is fear.

At this moment, these maggots were swarming towards him, seemingly treating him as delicious food. Thinking of the corpse he just saw, he seemed to see the fate of falling into the mouth of maggots.

"New here, let's have some soup."

"Jade Emperor, Guanyin, Bodhisattva, Tathagata, Buddha, God, Jesus...Help! Don't come here!"

Hearing the woman's extremely excited and excited voice, Zheng Ying shouted not to come over and ran outside. As for the river of blood and maggots under his feet, he could no longer care.

While running, Zheng Ying discovered that the further down, the walls of the stairwell became darker and darker, and a burning smell gradually penetrated into the nose. The stairwell also became more and more dilapidated, and some steps were even broken.

When he came to the first floor, he saw a messy battlefield with some strange corpses lying on the ground. It seemed that a war had happened here.

But at this time, Zheng Ying couldn't care about this anymore, he just wanted to leave here.

Before the woman came down, Zheng Ying screamed and rushed out of the first floor, peeing and running forward.

At this time, he didn't notice that there was a layer of fog outside, and he was spinning around like a headless fly.

Liming Community, which was originally calm and deserted, became extremely lively because of Zheng Ying's arrival.

...

After running forward for a while, Zheng Ying finally stopped.

He put his hands on his knees, arched his waist, panted heavily, and looked back behind him from time to time.

The woman who had been chasing him to give him soup didn't seem to catch up, which made Zheng Ying let out a long sigh of relief.

"No wonder they all say that it is difficult to hide copies. It seems that they are not lying."

After staying there and breathing for a moment, Zheng Ying slowly calmed down, but soon, he frowned.

"Why is it foggy? Is it also snowing?"

Looking around, Zheng Ying subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake.

Taking a closer look, Zheng Ying quickly retracted her hand. This was not snowflakes at all, but paper ash. It was not just ordinary paper ash, it was yellow paper ash.

Because of photography, Zheng Ying has been to many places for shooting, and has been to many remote mountain villages. Some mountain villages still retain the custom of burial. Every New Year's Eve, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and Qingming Festival, they visit the graves.

The custom of sweeping tombs includes burning yellow paper.

Lifting his head and looking at the paper ashes falling all over the sky, Zheng Ying was slightly startled and murmured: "How much paper money will this cost?"

Immediately, he thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he murmured: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

So, he didn't care about rest and walked forward again.

Soon, a six-story building appeared in front of him. Zheng Ying looked at the unit building in front of him and murmured in his heart.

"Do you want to go in?"

To be honest, Zheng Ying didn't want to go in such a ghost place, but it was okay to stay outside.

Zheng Ying felt panicked especially when she thought of some strange stories in mountain villages, such as the dark soldiers taking advantage of the road and the ghosts walking at night.

"Newcomer, where are you? Come out quickly and have some soup!"

Just when Zheng Ying was still hesitating whether to go in, a woman's voice came from not far behind.

"Damn it, why is this bitch so haunted?"

Cursing, Zheng Ying dove into the unit building.

Compared with the unit building just now, the unit building here is much more normal. However, the walls are still mottled and dilapidated. It seems that no one has lived there for a long time. However, the corpses, blood, and maggots we saw before are not here. Instead, they are

It's some rag dolls.

After the previous experience, Zheng Ying understood one truth: a weak hand can kill someone!

Although the dolls in front of him looked very cute, he had no intention of touching them. Who knows what he would find if he touched them.

The unit building was very quiet, and Zheng Ying could clearly hear her breathing and heartbeat.

"Is there anyone there?" Zheng Ying called tentatively.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Is there anyone~~~"

As his voice rang out, countless echoes resounded throughout the unit building. Zheng Ying was startled and she quickly covered her mouth.

Fortunately, apart from the echo, no accidents occurred, which made Zheng Ying feel at ease.

Looking at the room on the first floor, Zheng Ying walked over and tried to push the door, but after pushing for a long time, the wooden door did not move at all.

He walked to the door of another room and tried to push the door open again, but it still didn't move.

"Are we going to break down the door violently?"

This idea just came up and was rejected by Zheng Ying.

After trying every door to no avail, Zheng Ying returned to the stairwell again. Looking at the dark stairwell, Zheng Ying became a little hesitant.

However, when his eyes fell on the poster on the wall, he was slightly startled.

They say it's a poster, but it's actually a child's graffiti. The style is very childish, but it makes Zheng Ying feel at ease.

"Go upstairs and have a look."

Thinking of this, Zheng Ying walked upstairs.

Just when Zheng Ying took steps to go upstairs, all the dolls suddenly turned their heads and looked at Zheng Ying.

"Hiss~~~"

Zheng Ying noticed something unusual and felt like someone was peeping at her. She quickly stopped and turned her head to look behind her, but found nothing unusual. The door was still closed and the dolls were scattered on the floor as before.

"You can't scare yourself!"

After comforting herself, Zheng Ying ignored what was behind her and walked straight upstairs.

There were no accidents on the way. After arriving on the second floor, it was also very quiet. However, there were more ragdolls here than on the first floor. He tried to open the door again, but the result was the same.

"Why are the doors here closed?"

After thinking for a moment and not getting an answer, Zheng Ying stopped thinking about it and went straight to the third floor.

When she arrived at the door of 2231, Zheng Ying pushed the door open out of habit.

"Crunch~~~"

The door opened in response, and Zheng Ying froze on the spot, with a confused look on her face.