"Humph! Uncle, you tell the story so vividly, as if you witnessed it with your own eyes." Murong Aotian sneered, implying that these details were made up by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Murong Aotian lightly and said, "Do you know that there is a shadow-chasing technique that can reversely print out the traces of ghost activities through secret techniques?"

"This kind of tragedy that destroyed a village has alarmed the experts for a long time. However, when the demon-conquering expert arrived at the village, he saw that the once densely populated village had turned into a dead place, and the murderous house had long since disappeared. There is a legend that that

The haunted house is called the House of Thousand Corpses, and it was originally made of ten thousand-year-old trees.

The coffin of the evil spirit was used by evil spirits to practice and kill people. The haunted house was the coffin, which was the big coffin outside the coffin. The shrine that the village chief saw was the real coffin used by evil spirits for their cultivation. I know this because the master used

I used the shadow-chasing technique to know the whole story of this murder."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the three of them had already looked at the shrine. They saw that the shrine was nailed to the wall with a piece of wood, and on it was a benevolent god.

Against the background of the story just now, there is an extra layer of weirdness.

"Is this also a clue?"

Wang Chen did not dare to neglect and kept this story firmly in his mind. At the same time, he felt a sense of humor in his heart.

Some of these creations of Emperor's Mind are nonsensical and funny, while others are just like real people, and the scary stories they tell even make me feel slightly chilly.

"You mean, we are in the House of Thousand Corpses now?" The girl looked around in horror, but her eyes only avoided the withered corpses in the wall.

"I'm afraid that's it." The middle-aged man sighed.

"Then why are we still alive now?" Wang Chen was confused. According to the description just now, this House of Thousand Corpses is extremely ferocious. How could he wait for the four of him to chat for such a long time.

And assuming what the middle-aged man said is true, it would be equivalent to revealing the true face of this haunted house. How could the evil ghost who didn't know where it was endure it?

"I have never actually encountered the House of 1000 Corpses, so I am not sure, but I suspect that if we can find the real coffin body and get rid of the evil spirits in it, it may be our only chance of survival."

"Especially under the current situation, the evil ghost has probably been severely injured by the master and is in a dormant state. We are just captured by the coffin's instinct. If we delay and the evil ghost wakes up, we may die without any chance of survival.

." The middle-aged man looked solemn.

"I object!" the girl shouted, her voice trembling, the story just now almost frightened her out of her wits.

"We can wait here for dawn, and then we may be able to leave."

The middle-aged man sighed. "It won't get bright again," he said in a low voice.

"What?!"

Even Wang Chen looked at the middle-aged man.

"Look at this oil lamp." The middle-aged man pointed. The flame of the oil lamp was straight and did not waver at all.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked, not knowing why.

"We have been here for at least two hours. No matter how long we have been unconscious, the lamp oil is still full. I am afraid that we have been fascinated by the ghosts, and with such magical powers, we can make a haunted house hide in darkness.

It's too simple, and waiting for dawn is just a fool's dream."

The middle-aged man shook his head.

The girl's face quickly darkened.

"Why should we believe you?" When the girl was confused, Wang Chen lowered his head and frowned in thought, and when the middle-aged man proposed, Murong Aotian suddenly said something completely different from his character.

Wang Chen's eyes flashed with approval, but he did not look at Murong Aotian. He needed more clues to think and judge the current situation.

The middle-aged man was stunned, as if he did not expect that this reckless young man would ask such a question. He looked struggling, and finally said as if he had made some decision: "Because I am an exorcist, and I don't want to sit back and wait for death." After that,

He wanted to prove something, so he took out a few talismans with yellow backgrounds and cinnabar patterns.

The girl's eyes lit up, like a drowning person holding onto a straw on the shore. She moved closer to the middle-aged man and said, "So you are an exorcist. Give me some of these talismans for self-defense." After that,

, she actually stretched out her hand to grab the talisman.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, a flash of vigilance flashed in his eyes, interrupting her movement, and quickly put the talisman into his clothes.

"Huh, stingy." The woman was a little angry.

"I will naturally give it to you when you need it." The middle-aged man glanced at the woman with a stern face, as if he was dissatisfied with the girl's reckless behavior.

"You make your own decision, whether to act with me or wait here. I will never force you." The middle-aged man looked around.

"I decided to act with you." Murong Aotian's face looked a little crazy. I am still young. I want to return to the colorful world outside. I don't want to die yet.

No one had time to care about Murong Aotian's somewhat straightforward statement. The girl cast her eyes on Wang Chen's face who said nothing.

"Uncle and I will act together." There was no sign of struggle on Wang Chen's face, which was surprisingly dull.

"I...I will also act with you." The girl thought for a while and said hesitantly. She was determined not to be alone in this room with piles of corpses.

The middle-aged man nodded with neither joy nor sorrow, raised his head and said, "Okay, but don't call me uncle. My name is Zhang Wanquan. You can just call me by my name."

"My name is Murong Aotian, you should have known it for a long time." Murong Aotian said loudly.

"Luo Qingye." The girl said, fearing to fall behind.

Three pairs of eyes looked at Wang Chen, the only one who didn't introduce himself.

Wang Chen nodded slightly and said, "My name is Jiang Yu."

As soon as the name was spoken, the three people's eyes were stunned, but they returned to normal in an instant.

Almost as soon as Wang Chen finished announcing his name, a horrified scream pierced the night sky.

In such a haunted house, any noise may cause great fright to people, let alone a scream.

Luo Qingye said in panic: "Could it be that the evil ghost has awakened?"

"Don't talk nonsense. This voice seems to be a human voice. Is there a fifth person here?" Zhang Wanquan said with a frown.

After saying that, the others had already stood up, took out a spiritual stone to illuminate it, and walked towards the house.

"No matter who is screaming, we must stop the noise, otherwise this murderous house will be disturbed and everyone will die here."

When talking about it later, Zhang Wanquan's voice already had an unquestionable tone.

Murong Aotian stood up suddenly and followed Zhang Wanquan. Luo Qingye quickly stood up and followed him. She did not want to be the last person walking.

The figures of the three people disappeared into the dark corridor. Wang Chen looked at the dark corridor thoughtfully, listening to the footsteps of the three people walking away, and then he opened his palms.

There was a yellow talisman in the palm of his hand, which Zhang Wanquan had just handed over from under the table. It was written in cinnabar: "Be careful with them both."

The red writing is shocking.

"Murong Aotian and Luo Qingye?"
Chapter completed!