Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

It is already a very common thing to suspect ghosts. The one in the sky is probably crying now. Lincoln is no longer surprised by this.

Lincoln walked into the ghost mansion, closed the door with his backhand, then seemingly casually placed the key in his hand on the table next to the door, and then walked towards the hall inside.

Behind him, the evil spirit who was suspicious of ghosts stared at Lincoln's figure, and after a moment, he placed his eyes on the key as if he had thought of something.

Lincoln's back had disappeared. The man who opened the door stared at the key for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and stretched out his palm to grab the key.

It looked at the deep lobby, was silent for a moment, opened the door and walked out, ready to try to see how Lincoln used the key to open the door.

However, what it didn't expect was that at the moment it opened the door and walked out, Lincoln suddenly rushed out from an invisible corner and slammed the door tightly with a bang.

The heavy wooden door struck the face of the fierce ghost with the sound of wind, causing a trace of confusion to appear in its eyes.

The confusion was short-lived, almost as long as a breath. It knew it had fallen into a human trick, and immediately rushed towards the door crazily.

Bang! Bang bang!

The gate of the ghost mansion made of unknown material firmly blocked the ghost who opened the door from the outside. No matter how hard it tried, it could not move the door at all, and not even a sound could get through.

After some incompetent rage, the gatekeeper finally remembered the key in his hand.

He held the key handle in his hand and carefully inserted the key into the keyhole.

One tooth, two teeth, three teeth...

The feedback from the spring inside made the gatekeeper's eyes widen. As the key was fully inserted, his eyes shone even brighter: Damn humans! You'll be dead when I get in!

Feeling secretly angry inside, it grabbed the key and twisted it.

Click——

What sounded was not the sound of the door opening, but the sound of the key breaking. Looking at the broken key in his hand, and then at the blocked keyhole, the man who opened the door was stunned.

At this moment, its inner emotions cannot be described in words.

Confusion, shock, confusion, anger...it's like a big emotional dye vat mixed with multiple emotions, so that the whole ghost becomes bad.

Holding the broken key in his hand, the janitor recalled everything from watching Lincoln take out the key to open the door to being locked out of the door.

At this moment, it was surprisingly angry, and the yin energy all over its body burst out like flames, and it desperately charged towards the ghost mansion...

Half an hour later, sitting on the steps in front of the door, the janitor ghost grabbed the broken key in his hand and fell into deep thought. Without the key, it could not open the door from the outside and go in to trouble Lincoln. It could only accept that it was a janitor.

Facts behind closed doors.

Despicable humans!

In the ghost mansion, Lincoln smiled very happily.

What he did was really immoral, but what's the use of morality? Compared to happiness, it's nothing!

After using the key trap to trick the ghost who opened the door out of the door, Lincoln truly explored the inside of the ghost mansion.

The ghost mansion has windows one after another, but the sunlight from outside cannot shine through the windows at all. What you see is deep darkness. If you take a few steps, your entire figure will be swallowed up by the darkness.

Entering the lobby from the main entrance, there is a coffee table and several sofas. The strange thing is that there is no tea set on the coffee table.

Opposite the lobby is a huge staircase, which first goes up a dozen steps, and then separates and twists from both sides to the second floor.

If you stand on the stairs, you can clearly see the picture on the first floor, and on the wall on the other side, there is a painting hanging.

In the hall, Lincoln felt that he could not see the paintings clearly, so he was about to take a lighter to take a closer look, but before he could take a few steps, there was a sudden noise from the coffee table.

He looked back and saw that a coffee table had appeared on the empty coffee table at some point, as if waiting for someone to pour tea for it.

If Lincoln really didn't have the slightest sense of shame at this time, he would definitely have to pee and let the evil ghost see what makes people's hearts evil.

But in the end, he stuck to his bottom line and simply swept the tea cup to the ground and shattered it.

The tinkling sound was so clear and sweet in the ghost mansion, but it led to another evil ghost from the darkness on the side.

She didn't look at Lincoln or communicate with anyone. She just lowered her head and swept up the debris on the ground without saying a word, then returned to stand in her corner.

Seeing her working diligently, Lincoln briefly thought of breaking her broom and dustpan, but after thinking about it, he decided to beat the workers instead of making it difficult for them.

The tea set was smashed by Lincoln, and the messy things behind it couldn't come out. Even if they did, it wouldn't be a big problem.

No matter how many lice there are, there are already ten thousand ghost babies on his body. It doesn't matter if there is one more. The top priority is to appreciate the paintings in the ghost mansion.

With this thought in his mind, Lincoln took out his lighter, lit a flame and leaned towards the painting hanging on the wall.

A few minutes later, there were several more torches in the ghost mansion.

Silently putting away the lighter, Lincoln whistled as if nothing was wrong and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he made eye contact with a little girl.

The little girl looked as vivid as a living person, holding a rainbow windmill in one hand and riding a three-wheeled toy car in the other hand.

Lincoln and the little girl looked at each other for a moment, seeming to realize that Lincoln was not easy to mess with. The little girl turned the car and wanted to leave, but Lincoln rushed up to the second floor and grabbed the toy car.

"Little sister, my brother wants to ask you for help with something, you won't refuse, right?"

"..."

Wow!

After a while, shrill cries rang out on the second floor. Looking at Lincoln who was snatching away his tricycle, she felt weak, pitiful and helpless.

It seems that this shrill cry aroused Lincoln's sympathy, and Lincoln rode his car and returned.

The gurgling sound of the wheels made the little girl stop crying and looked at Lincoln with tearful eyes: "Brother, can you give me the car back?"

Lincoln didn't speak, he just looked at her for a moment and then reached out to grab her.

The little girl only felt a sound of wind blowing in front of her, and then her hands were empty. Her only rainbow pinwheel was also snatched away by Lincoln.

Looking at Lincoln who was riding away in a small car, the little girl stood there dumbfounded for a moment, and then an even sadder cry sounded from behind Lincoln.

"I am so inhumane that I snatched a child's toys!"

Lincoln, who was riding on the car, looked at the constantly rotating rainbow windmill and commented to himself with a smile.