Weird Regulator

In the spring of a year ago, 25-year-old Luo Xian and 19-year-old Bai Huaiguang met for the first time.

At that time, she was far from the store manager who gave orders today. He was just an albino who suffered discrimination in reality.

Two weak people, in the process of death, terror, and despair, went from strangers, to familiarity, to companions, and finally became siblings.

Shopkeepers often say that if you want to go forward step by step and survive again and again, you must cut off your emotions and desires and make yourself invulnerable.

But who knows, precisely because of this extremely harsh environment, the budding emotions between people will also be ripened quickly.

On this road, Luo Xian used his resourcefulness and talent to reach the high position of a store manager.

At the same time, she also lost her friends, her innocence, and her emotions.

But Bai Huaiguang, a young man who lives in darkness but cares about sunshine, is the last pure spiritual land she retains.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will not give up.

Once a person has a certain goal, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will keep going.

The road to the end of the village became increasingly difficult, and the two of them moved faster and faster.

The journey that originally took more than half an hour was arrived in less than twenty minutes.

The garbage dump was filled with stench and sewage. The gap of about half a meter in the middle was the only front entrance.

Looking from the main entrance, in the spacious circular area, there is a dilapidated wooden cabin surrounded by junk.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of the wooden door of the cabin echoing against the wall with the wind echoed in their ears.

Looking from Luo Xian's perspective, she only saw pure darkness from inside the door.

It seems that the world inside the house is worse and more dangerous than the gloomy environment outside.

Luo Xian had already cooled down her inner anxiety after being baptized by the heavy rain. She did not step in rashly, but looked around.

After scanning around, she looked towards the woods uphill on the side of the wooden house.

The woods in the back mountain, at that location, where the madman lives are actually the same as the back mountain.

After pondering for a moment, she looked up at Ji Li and said:

"Manager Ji, although there is a chance that Huaiguang's body parts are in the wooden house.

I think if he is there, the ghost is also there.

This is a private matter of my sixth branch, and I shouldn’t have troubled you, but I no longer have anyone I can really use, so..."

Ji Li held his wet long hair with both hands, pulled out a rope from his sleeves and tied it together, and responded calmly:

"It's useless to talk more. You go through the front door in the light, but I go around the back door in the dark."

After saying this, he quietly left behind Luo Xian and disappeared.

Luo Xian looked a little loose in Ji Li's windbreaker. She took her canvas bag out of her coat and carried it outside.

He also used a rope to wrap the windbreaker and canvas bag around his waist to prevent the coat from not fitting properly and the backpack containing the sinful items from falling off.

After finishing everything, she moved her stiff limbs and walked towards the constantly swinging door of the wooden house despite the heavy rain.

The dense and disorderly banging on the door was like a drumbeat in the rain. The closer you got, the more obvious the feeling of anxiety became.

Luo Xian wiped the water droplets from his face and gradually narrowed his eyes, his nerves tense.

Rich mission experience sent a dangerous signal to her.

As she approached the wooden house, she bent down and picked up a broken umbrella rib from the scrap pile.

As he stepped up the wooden steps, he held the umbrella handle with his right hand and pressed the sharp cut at the top against the restless wooden door.

The weird sounds stopped, and Luo Xian stood outside the door, but smelled a lingering smell of blood.

With such a heavy rainstorm, the smell of death in the house could not be dissipated. What on earth happened inside.

Luo Xian propped the umbrella frame on the door panel, leaving a way out for himself, and stepped into the house with one foot.

Stepping in with only half her body, she immediately noticed that this place was unusual.

The front door felt as cold as maggots clinging to one's bones, as if everything he saw in front of him contained deep malice.

The back outside the door is filled with the dampness and discomfort caused by heavy raindrops soaking through the clothes, which is the feedback of the real world.

A door represents two worlds.

With the faint light, she stayed half-entry and carefully observed the layout of the room.

This is a small house made of trees. The structure is visible at a glance. It contains nothing except a set of tables, chairs and a bed.

Above the dark black tabletop, an old-fashioned electric lamp that has long been obsolete is swaying in the wind.

Luo Xian still didn't move. He just took out a strong flashlight from his pocket and illuminated the room.

Rough walls, dirty floors, stinking beds, and that black tabletop.

There was no trace of Bai Huaiguang's presence in the room with an unobstructed view.

Luo Xian hesitated, and finally stepped in after stopping for a long time, and then completely entered the room.

"boom!"

However, just when she had just completely entered the room, the door that had been blocked with umbrella ribs suddenly closed.

The hairs all over Luo Xian's body stood on end at this moment, and a strong sense of crisis emerged from deep in his heart.

The bright light swept across every inch of the ground and walls messily, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

But the intuition she had honed from many narrow escapes allowed her to sense that there was a particularly terrifying supernatural power in this small room.

Almost as soon as the door closed, she kicked the inside of the door.

However, it had no effect other than knocking her back a few steps.

As she retreated, she hit the table and chairs in the center of the room. The chair was kicked down immediately, but the table remained intact.

Luo Xian steadied his body, knowing that there was no hope of leaving from the main entrance, he turned around and climbed onto the table, then rushed towards the window sill and flew away.

But just in the air, she suddenly saw that the small square window turned into a huge eyeball with clear black and white at this moment.

The eyeball's pupils reflected Luo Xian's face, allowing her to bump into him.

In desperation, she had no choice but to throw out the flashlight in her hand, and at the same time her body rolled over and fell to the floor.

The plan was that just after she fell, she suddenly noticed that her palms were cold, and a sticky and warm water-like substance seemed to appear on the ground.

The flashlight was not turned off. After it fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, the strong light shone on the wall.

Luo Xian clearly saw that large amounts of scarlet blood were continuously pouring out from the gaps in all the walls of this room.

Especially where she was, the pool of blood had spread to her abdomen.

Before there was any reaction, two pairs of pale hands suddenly stretched out from the pool of blood, grabbing her clothes and pulling them down hard.

A pool of blood was flowing on the floor, but those ghost hands really pulled Luo Xian's body down a few inches.

When Luo Xian fell into a pool of blood and continued to sink, she did not panic at all. She reached back with her palm and caught a corner of a chair.

The whole room is like a man-eating evil ghost, so everything in it is a representation of the supernatural.

The chair hit the ghost hands hard, forcing them back.

But when Luo Xian just stood up straight, the stool leg he was holding turned into a long, slender, slippery tongue.

Follow her cuffs and drill directly up the skin, going straight to her heart.

Unprepared for multiple attacks, Luo Xian's face became extremely gloomy. She estimated that it would take up to five seconds for the long tongue to reach her heart.

In these five seconds, she must find the way out of this house, otherwise she will not be able to escape after one move.

At this moment, she raised her head and suddenly saw the old-fashioned electric lamp above the table.

In the closed haunted house, this old lamp still tilted as if being blown by the wind.

The metal lampshade of the electric lamp was tilted to the west. Luo Xian looked there and saw the dirty bed.

A slender black electric light drawstring hangs on the bedside, as if waiting for someone to light it up.