The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The color bars were still dancing in the air, the drums and trumpets of the band were so distinct, and the laughter and laughter were close to my ears. The little girl passing by held her parents' hands, her eyes sparkling...

"The only two of us are alive on this street?" Sean frowned, staring at the woman beside him with grotesque words and deeds, "What do you mean by that?"

The woman still had that unpredictable smile: "literally—except for us, everyone else is dead!"

Sean was mentally prepared before he set foot on Newlander, a country full of strange legends, but what the woman in front of him said was completely beyond his imagination. After being sluggish for a few seconds, Sean was still Unacceptable: "You stop joking!"

The woman was neither anxious nor angry: "See for yourself."

She looked lovingly and took off the colored strips on the brim of Sean's hat, took the opportunity to sweep his palms over his eyes, and read a spiritual word between her lips and teeth: "Naru!"

Sean's vision suddenly changed color, becoming depressed and gray, as if he was in a place of despair.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Sean's jaw slackened in shock—on the gray street, the people who were dressed in bright clothes and had happy expressions all turned into gloomy bodies and chaotic faces... Resentful spirits.

The festive music was also replaced by grotesque and terrifying screams.

This is not a celebration team, but a group of grievances.

Sean remembered what the woman said before, he quickly covered his mouth, lowered the brim of his hat, and covered his eyes.

The resentful spirit passing by noticed the frightened look in his eyes just now and turned his eyes to the side. Sean just felt the distorted face of the resentful spirit from the corner of his eye, and he was already in a cold sweat.

The woman held Sean and continued walking quickly: "The truth is not necessarily beautiful." In order to allow Sean to manage his expression, the woman wiped Sean's eyes again, so that he could see the bright and lively streets again.

Sean was no longer able to stay in the crowd calmly, couldn't look directly at any passers-by around him, he could only stare at the eyes of the woman beside him: "What's going on?!"

The woman remained calm: "My name is Catherine. Your name?"

"Sean."

"Sean, how did you get in here?"

"Where do you enter? This street? I took a taxi to this neighborhood, and I got off and walked because of the traffic jam..."

"Did anything strange happen in between?"

Sean remembered the dense fog that filled his eyes: "Suddenly, it's foggy, a lot of fog."

"That's the appearance of being shuttled to the 'spiritual realm'," Catherine's eyes became serious, "I can see at a glance that you are a stunned young man without any mysterious knowledge-someone wants to kill you, and deliberately led you to this place. In a high-risk world."

"A high-risk spiritual room?"

The two had already passed the large party of the celebration, and the crowd around them gradually thinned out. Sean looked up and could see the thick fog at the other end of the block...

The conversation kept Sean focused and not showing fear, so Catherine continued: "The people of this celebration team died in an accident a year ago, and their grudges lingered on the earth, forming a place in this neighborhood. In the spirit room full of resentment, the scene of the day was repeatedly interpreted.

"Ordinary people have no way to enter here. You must have been brought in by someone."

Sean's eyes flashed the driver George's face, which was covered by the thick fog: "It's the taxi driver!"

Catherine was noncommittal, letting Sean think for himself. The thick fog was about 100 meters ahead, and it seemed that she could leave the place through the thick fog, but her face was not easy.

Sean was confused: "Why did he do this?"

"You can only find the answer yourself." Catherine's face was as expressionless as a doll, and her voice became colder and colder, "The will of the spirit will find that we are about to escape, and it will try to trap us in Here, digest our intellect and soul.

"Something weird will happen next. Don't look back, don't run, follow me into the fog ahead, and we can leave here."

Sean hummed. Catherine changed from the relaxed state just now, and became very strict, even a little anxious: "Don't look back, don't run!"

Sean was a little surprised by Catherine's state, and nodded clearly.

The hustle and bustle behind him was suddenly mixed with a discordant voice—someone seemed to chase after the crowd.

"It's over there!" "...Sir, I saw the witch grab him with my own eyes." "Hurry up and stop those two people!"...

Hearing the movement behind her, Catherine who held Sean couldn't help but quicken her steps.

The footsteps of chasing were getting closer, and someone shouted from behind: "For the sake of the Holy Father, leave that woman! She is a witch!"

Witch? Sean looked at Catherine beside him with a hint of panic.

I saw Catherine lowered her head, her eyes obscured by shadows. She stopped talking, just kept walking with Sean towards the fog ahead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sean! Leave her now! "

Sean was startled, he almost turned his head instinctively, but he managed to hold back—it was the voice of the old driver George: "I just saw you, so I called the education officer to come after you!

"She's a witch! No matter what she says, don't believe it, don't be deceived by her spells! We can't force you to separate you, we can only rely on your own will!"

Sean turned his head in horror and looked at Catherine who became strange beside him. In my mind, countless scenes are constantly changing... George, whose face was blocked by the fog, Catherine, who was surprised after being hit by him, the cheerful people on the street, the thick fog that filled the moment, and the street that suddenly became desolate and dilapidated in the field of vision...

What exactly is real? Who is the liar? what should I do? ...

Countless questions gushed out like bubbles of soda, causing Sean's mind to burst into pain.

"No, look back." Catherine's voice turned into a sinister smoky voice, "No, trust them!"

At this time, the skin on Catherine's face was torn inch by inch, revealing the true appearance of rough tree bark under the skin...

Sean knew that he had been deceived and was going to be kidnapped by the witch, so he had to turn around and shout, "George, save..."

Before "Save me" was finished, Sean's throat froze in fear.

Behind him, there are no priests, George or enthusiastic people.

It is a collection of resentment that is gathered by countless resentful spirits and almost fills the entire street. Countless chaotic faces make up its surface, and the mouths of several faces are still simulating the voices of George and others: " Sean, come back! Don't trust her..."

Beside her, Catherine, who was completely naked, roared, "You idiot!"