The corpse was facing away from the door and swaying slightly in the air, revealing unimaginable weirdness and horror.

There is no doubt that there is a ghost in this last house that has not been entered yet.

Now they face a difficult choice.

"What time is it now?" Li Jun asked with a burning stench all over his body, like a burnt corpse, and his voice became very hoarse.

"There are still three minutes until the next scheduled opening time."

Liu San, who had been paying attention to the time, did not show any urgency on his sallow face, and was calm and unusual.

"This is the last chance. The house has not been eroded by the ghost paintings, and there is still a door there. Other places are impassable. We must break into this haunted house, otherwise we will definitely die in the ghost paintings. Of course, if

If we encounter a ghost, there is a high probability that we will be killed by the ghost. Although the ghost will not kill the lone person, don't forget that this thing can be restarted."

A ghost controller named Xu Yiping said in a low voice.

Li Jun looked around with a solemn expression.

There were gray things floating in the sky, like paper dust, so I looked around me carefully.

There are more and more portraits scattered on the road. They don't even know when these portraits appeared. It seems that they were already here before they came, but they just didn't find them before.

And the things shown in the portraits are becoming more and more weird, with twisted black shadows, cold corpses, and terrifying ghosts...

Each painting seems to represent a ghost.

The large number makes people feel hopeless.

Dark haunted house, gray road.

Two worlds, one black and one white, constitute everything in this village.

The few of them who have struggled to survive until now are like the souls lingering at the entrance to hell, ready to enter hell.

The only difference is which hell they are buried in.
Chapter completed!