sprite house

A Yuan didn't see all of this. As early as the moment Cong Wu approached the mirror, Cong Wu in his eyes had already fallen into the darkness.

Now A Yuan is sitting alone in this mirror room, he is the only one left, and he is the only one who is still alive in this room—but is he really still alive?

He looked around at the mirrors that surrounded him. The candles in front of him were burning to the end and gradually extinguished. The four mirrors gradually twisted to reveal the real shadows, and turned into small doors——every door seemed to be hung. The red house number, every door seems to reflect his shadow.

The last candle went out silently, but the phone that Cong Wu dropped in front of him lighted up slightly.

A Yuan was eager for the only light source in this dark space, he hesitated for a while, but reached out to take it.

The screen was never locked, and with a touch of a finger, a list of photos in the photo library was displayed.

A Yuan looked at the last photo in the list, and his fingers trembled when he clicked it.

It was a group photo, with a dark and messy hall in the background.Cong Wu stood in front of the photo and they all looked a bit weird. Cong Wu opened his mouth wide, Xu Fan twisted his body with a strange smile on his face, and Yu Li curled up in fear. Xu Tong had a woman's head attached to her neck, her long hair was winding down from her shoulders, and the bundle closest to Yu Li was tied around her arm.

This photo together looks at the moment almost as if...predicted how they will die.

A Yuan stared at the photo, thinking about the extra man in Cong Wu's mouth.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but just thinking about it, he felt that there seemed to be an extra person next to Cong Wu.

When I really waited to take a closer look, there was indeed a long, narrow white figure with his head slightly lowered, which seemed to be caused by overexposure at first glance.

But A Yuan somehow felt that this figure was very familiar. He couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, dragged his fingers on the screen, and enlarged the photo a lot.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but that white shadow seems to have lifted its head slightly, and that's exactly what happened, Ah Yuan could vaguely see the appearance of that white shadow!

The familiar eyebrows are as handsome as before, but they are too pale in the thick darkness.

——This white shadow, this figure is clearly Chang Anzai!

A chill ran through A Yuan's body, countless thoughts rushed through his mind, and finally turned into a pale and powerless reality.

He remembered his dream, did it indicate to him that it was Chang Anzai who led Cong Wu and the four of them into this haunted house? —— Zhu Lingling brought them here to find a substitute, so what about Chang Anzai... Could it be that he is also looking for a substitute?No, he doesn't need a substitute at all, given his relationship with this haunted house—when did the elder brother who was by his side become that haunting evil ghost...?

Ah Yuan's mind was confused, he didn't know what mood to use for a moment, he was just in a trance, but even this trance didn't last long, a sudden burning pain on the side of his thigh pulled back his drifting thoughts.

A Yuan gritted his teeth in pain, and hurriedly took out the things in his pocket, it turned out to be the paper pricking man that Chang Anzai gave him as a surrogate for death!

It writhed between A Yuan's palms, and screamed silently with its mouth smeared with black pen.

A Yuan threw it to the ground in fright, and the moment it touched the ground, green flames shot out from the paper figurine, which instantly burned to ashes.

A Yuan was looking down at the mass of ashes, when there was a loud bang, one of the doors in the direction where Cong Wu disappeared was opened!

Inside the door was a staircase going straight down, and the dim light circled Cong Wu standing at the door. His face was a little pale, but his expression was cheerful, "A Yuan!" He desperately waved at A Yuan, loudly Shouted, "Yuan! Come here! This is really an exit!"

As soon as he saw Cong Wu, Ah Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finally let go, his heart ached again.He looked at Cong Wu suspiciously—is the person inside the door really a living Cong Wu?

Seeing that A Yuan refused to come in, Cong Wu walked out from inside.His ankle was a little twisted, and he walked crookedly, "Yuan!" He approached A Yuan with his body sprained, "Yuan, help me, I seem to have sprained my ankle!"

Cong Wu got closer and closer, and was gradually exposed to the weak light of the mobile phone. A Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly saw the hair wrapped around Cong Wu's waist, and the strands of hair stretched back to the door Inside, he looks like a puppet manipulated by strands of hair.

A Yuan didn't say a word, and ran to another corner. Cong Wu jumped up in panic when he saw this, but the moment his hand touched A Yuan, green gray smoke burst out.

A shrill scream exploded from Cong Wu's wide-open mouth.The hand he touched A Yuan was burnt alive, and black smoke was still rising from the severed part of the wrist.

He stared at A Yuan in fear, the hair around his waist pulled him back quickly, he opened his mouth, and a sharp howl continued to flow from his mouth, "For the dead——for the dead——for the dead!"

The door was slammed shut heavily.

Everything happened in an instant, and A Yuan was a little silly.He stood where he was, looking back at the darkened room.

The light from the mobile phone spread in his palm, and a beam of light hit the mirror surface of the ceiling. The mirror surface was silently covered with cracks, and the refracted light gradually illuminated the place where he was standing. A slender, pale hand Quietly put it on his shoulder.

The familiar voice was close to the ear, low and ethereal, "A Yuan," the person behind him smiled slightly, and he said, "I finally found you."