Get out of here.

There is something wrong with this room.

Unknown terror happened quietly without his knowledge, and he didn't even know when he had fallen into it.

The bed was very high, and the bedding that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time had an obvious musty smell. Lan Min frowned, feeling that she was also contaminated with the smell of the bedding.

The rapidly beating heart was sending a warning to Lan Min.

Lan Min looked at the string of shoe prints, slowly rolled his eyes, and looked at the door. There were two series of staggered footprints there, one big and the other slightly smaller, extending to the window. They were left when he and Beishan came in.

Down.

Do you want to give it a try?

Lan Min put his feet on the ground, stood up straight, and then squatted down at the footprints beside the bed.

The white-haired young man's thumb and index finger formed a right angle, and his white fingertips pressed against the dusty footprints.

"One, two, three..." Measured from the heel of the feet to the toes, Lan Min counted softly, "Well, there's a little more,"

Lan Min wrote down the length and measured the width of the soles of his feet.

After squatting down, he felt dizzy when he stood up again. The furniture in the room had double images. Lan Min curled his fingers and pressed his temples. He came to the footprints left by Beishan on the window and repeated the previous actions.

"What a coincidence, the lengths are exactly the same."

Lan Min smiled inexplicably, feeling that this home was becoming more and more interesting.

He did not get up, but lazily leaned against the wall and thought about what he had seen in his hallucinations.

The stairs on the same 28th floor and the direction of the rooms are exactly the same. This is what happened in this bamboo building, so the bride who appeared should be him.

"I'm so miserable..." A red sedan was carried in. There was no wedding banquet or blessing. The eyes were blindfolded and the hands and feet could not move.

This is not a bride, it is clearly a sacrifice.

Lan Min walked out of this room and returned to the bedroom where he and the evil spirit were now.

The photos that were hanging on the bedroom wall were taken down and replaced with new photos that were developed at an unknown time.

Lan Min raised her head, narrowed her red eyes, and simply admired it.

The new photo is taken from an overhead angle. In the photo, he is wearing a pure wedding dress and looking gently at the photographer who does not exist in the photo. The smile on the corner of his lips is ethereal and unreal, as if he does not exist in this world.

His evil husband’s face cannot be seen clearly, but he has a good figure suitable for wearing a dress. The pure black tuxedo perfectly shows off his wide shoulders, narrow waist and long and straight legs. He is comparable to a male model and his attire is elegant.

Elegant, like a handsome nobleman.

But when its pale hands poked out from the cuffs, the exposed dark black nails showed the viewer that it was no longer alive. Its fingers were tightly entwined, imprisoning the beautiful wife in a cold embrace forcefully and pathologically.

Lan Min's eyes fell on the evil ghost's shoes. They were a pair of very elegant leather shoes, and one could tell by just looking at them that they were expensive.

I can see that my husband is very rich, but unfortunately I haven’t seen his inheritance.

Lan Min opened the closet and found all his clothes hanging inside, except for one set. Lan Min's fingers hooked the cuffs of the tuxedo. This was the only thing he found in the bedroom that belonged to the evil ghost.

The dress is filled with the cold scent of crystal orchid. It has no fragrance, but it makes people think of death for no reason.

There is a pair of men's leather shoes placed in the small compartment under the tuxedo.

Lan Min unceremoniously kicked the shoes out with her toes.

Ta, da...

The loud sound of leather shoes touching the floor reminded Lan Min that he was the only living person in the entire bamboo building.

Lan Min kicked the evil spirit's leather shoes step by step to the room he wanted to go to.

Then he stopped at the door of the room, where a threshold blocked him.

Lan Mo picked up the collar of the evil spirit's leather shoes with the toe of his shoe in disgust.

After two muffled sounds, he successfully crossed the threshold.

Okay, great.

Lan Mo kicked them to the wedding bed and corrected the position. The result was that they fit perfectly with the shoe prints.

"Interesting." Lan Min smiled, no longer looking at the dusty leather shoes that he kicked all the way, and casually kicked them into the bed of the wedding bed.

He stood up and looked around the room.

"The old house where we were married has long been inhabited. It is now used to worship the gods."

Lan Min once again recalled Beishan's old saying that there was a wedding bed on the west side of the house and a large bookshelf on the east side, but there was no obvious shrine used to worship the gods.

It is a joke that there is no shrine in a place where gods are worshipped.

If so, where would it be?

Lan Min frowned. The place where the shrine is stored requires a certain amount of space. His eyes scanned the bookshelves with small grids, the empty dressing table, and the bare clothes hangers. He was denied one by one. It seemed that there really was no such thing in this room.

shrine.

No, there is another place.

Lan Min's breathing was a little rapid. He pursed his lower lip and slowly turned his head. Behind him was the red wedding bed.

He walked to the bed, squatted down, clenched the bright red sheets with his white hands, lowered his head slowly, and looked under the bed!

Under the high bed, dust accumulated, and there was only one thing that shouldn't be there - Beimian's coffin. Other than that, there was nothing else.

The cold ground crept up to Lan Min's knees.

There was one thing missing from the bottom of the bed - the evil spirit's leather shoes that he had just kicked into the bottom of the bed.

His shoulders sank with heavy strength.

"Well..." The white-haired young man pressed one hand on the ground. His wrist was shaking and he couldn't hold it up. He was about to fall to the dusty floor. But the next moment, his shoulders were pinched and his body tilted according to the force.

On the wedding bed.

As her eyes moved, Lan Min saw a pair of familiar leather shoes behind her.

"Beimian?" Lan Min was confused.
Chapter completed!