Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Although Zhang Qing and his friends really walked out of that weird staircase by going backwards, they were confused again when faced with the iron gate that appeared strangely.

They didn't know whether they should open the iron door.

Because Liu Baimu was unable to provide valuable information.

They don't know whether there is a way of life or death behind this door.

"Are we really going in? I don't know why, but I always feel that something terrible will happen after we go in." A trace of fear flashed deep in Wan Tong's eyes.

What he said was not a lie, but his true feelings.

Zhang Qing also had a hesitant look in his eyes.

Liu Baimu glanced at the iron gate at this time, and then urged:

"There is no turning back now. Don't hesitate any longer. You can only go in. Even if you can't find the president, you can avoid Yang Jian's pursuit by hiding inside;

This will ensure that we will not die. "

"That's right. Yang Jian doesn't know the rules. Even if he finds the entrance, he will be trapped on the steps. If we hide in, we can indeed ensure our own safety."

Zhang Qing finally decided to take a gamble.

"But no one knows what's behind the door, so be careful later."

Although he said this, he did not forget that there might be new dangers behind the iron gate;

Although Wan Tong was a little worried, he saw that Zhang Qing had already made his choice, and Liu Baimu obviously preferred to go behind the iron gate.

And now they really had no way out, so he could only nod along.

However, his expression couldn't help but become nervous.

As Zhang Qing said, who knows whether you will encounter danger after opening the iron door, so you must be careful.

It's a matter of life and death, and there's no room for carelessness.

A few people hesitated for a moment, and then carefully pushed open the heavy, rusty iron door.

After confirming that something strange was triggered by opening the door, a few people cautiously walked into this unexplored place.

Behind the iron gate was not the room that Zhang Qing and others thought, but an even weirder space.

Just as they saw a ghostly staircase through the wooden door before, what appeared in front of them now was a quiet and dim corridor.

"Why does this look like a prison cell?"

After walking a little distance along the aisle, Zhang Qing couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.

On both sides of the corridor, there were rusty iron fences. These iron fences separated each other and formed small independent rooms.

They look like separate cells.

Zhang Qing is not the only one who has this doubt, Wan Tong on the side is also full of doubts;

"There is something really wrong here. I have stayed in this old house for a long time, but I have never heard that there are cells in the old house."

When Zhang Qing heard this, he nodded in agreement.

Although they all knew that there was a problem with this old house, it was still a very big problem, but they never thought that there was such a place.

Although this place has not been fully explored, visual inspection shows that the size of this suspected prison cell even exceeds the scope of the old house.

It can be seen that the place where they are now is definitely not in the old house.

They may have entered a special space.

A special space, a cell-like compartment.

This not only made Zhang Qing think about it;

The cells here are probably not used to imprison people, but should be used to imprison evil ghosts.

This is the only most reasonable explanation Zhang Qing can think of.

"This is a cell specially designed to hold evil ghosts."

At this moment, Liu Baimu's voice suddenly sounded.

Since he has lost his body and only has one head left, although he is not completely dead yet due to the supernatural power.

But Liu Baimu's condition was very poor.

As time goes by, this situation continues to get worse.

Now I often close my eyes, as if I am about to fall asleep.

It wasn't until he heard what Zhang Qing and Wan Tong said that he opened his eyes.

In the space behind the iron gate, Liu Baimu did not lie, he did not know.

However, as a first-class ghost controller and an experienced ghost controller, he still has a good vision.

So it didn't take long to discover something;

"This space is so secretive. The owner who built this ancient house probably didn't want this place to be discovered, so the cells here are definitely not used to detain people."

Liu Baimu looked around, his pale face moving slightly.

"Perhaps you are wrong. These rooms have neither gold nor supernatural items to suppress them. It is impossible for such cells to contain ghosts."

At this moment, Wan Tong suddenly shook his head and expressed a different opinion;

"I think these rooms should be cells where living people were held in the past. Maybe there were some shameful secret experiments here before."

Wan Tong felt that Liu Baimu's speculation was unreasonable, and then made his own guess.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Qing also reacted.

It seems that what Wan Tong said does make sense.

As we all know, if you want to imprison evil ghosts, you must use a container made of gold;

Or use another kind of supernatural power to suppress the evil ghost, thereby achieving an effect similar to imprisonment.

But the rooms that looked like prison cells in front of me didn't look like they were made of gold.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong both frowned.

Whether it was a guess or not, it seemed to have some loopholes, but it also made sense.

The two men walked to a "prison cell" and then tentatively reached out to grab a rusty iron pillar and shook it.

The next second.

The entire iron fence shook with their movements.

It can be seen that this thing is not strong.

"Didn't you notice the gaps between the iron fences?" At this time, Liu Baimu spoke again:

"Has anyone seen a prison cell where people are imprisoned with such a large gap between the fences?"

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong immediately stopped their actions and looked at the fence.

As Liu Baimu said, the gaps between the fences were very large, and even adults could get out by turning sideways.

To say that living people are imprisoned in this kind of cell, unless the person imprisoned is a fool.

Otherwise, anyone can easily escape from prison.

In addition to the fences, after careful observation, Zhang Qing and his friends also found some other subtle clues.

That is, these rusty iron cells here do not have prison doors.

Therefore, these rooms are more like cages than cells.

In this way, it is impossible to imprison living people.

Since they are not used to imprison living people, they can only be used to imprison evil spirits.

At this time, Wan Tong's face could not help but flash a look of embarrassment.

With so many flaws, he no longer insisted that these rooms were used to imprison living people.

However, Wan Tong's face flashed a deep doubt again:

"But I can't figure it out, how can such a perfunctory cell hold real evil spirits."

"Maybe these cells were maintained by some kind of supernatural power in the past, but with the passage of time, or the old house lost control;

Now the supernatural power that maintains here has disappeared, so these things have become ordinary."

Zhang Qing said uncertainly.

Although the people of their life-saving society have been staying here because of the pendulum curse, they don't know much about the secrets of this old house.

Many strange phenomena here have not been solved.

Now it seems that a few more things need to be added.