But soon, he lowered his head and turned the incense burner upside down with a hard heart.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the incense ash in the furnace fluttered out. Minghui looked at the pile of completely exposed white powder, reached out and picked it up a few times, and found that the particles of these "ashes" were quite rough.

As he was feeling around, he found a few hard lumps, which he picked up and looked at in his palm. As he was looking at them, he suddenly let go.

The hard lumps fell to the ground, making a crisp sound like stones falling to the ground.

Minghui wiped his hands on his pants suddenly. Damn, those were clearly fragments of human bones!

A strong feeling of nausea rose in his heart. Now it became clear what that pile of whitish "ash" was.

But whose ashes are these?

Minghui shook violently three times, shaking off all the goose bumps on his body, and then he looked back at the statue.

After swallowing hard, he finally reached out to touch the mask.

The room was eerily quiet. White fragments of human bones lay quietly on the ground. The red light shone on them, giving them a thin layer of red, as if they were about to grow new flesh and blood.

In a place that Minghui didn't notice, a pair of black hands slowly stretched out from the ceiling. At this time, half of the forearm had been extended, and they continued to move down, approaching him little by little.

The golden mask was unexpectedly light. Minghui held his breath and slowly took it away, completely exposing the statue's face.

At that moment, he imagined many possibilities, perhaps ferocious, or perhaps kind, but each one was ultimately wrong.

The face of the statue is divided into two halves. One half is as tender as a child, without any wrinkles and extremely smooth. The other half is covered with deep wrinkles and looks as old as an old woman.

And those eyes, like a third existence, do not have the innocence of a child, nor the vicissitudes of an old woman. It stands alone outside the two faces, staring at you quietly.

Although these eyes clearly don’t show any emotion, if you stare into them for a long time, you will inexplicably feel uncomfortable.

Minghui frowned, suppressed the discomfort rising in his heart, raised his hand to put the mask back on the ugly statue, but the next second, his vision suddenly went dark.

The sticky touch spread from his face to his limbs and bones. In a panic, the mask slipped out of his hand and fell somewhere. Minghui could only hear the sound.

Everything was dark before his eyes, but he could hear a steady sound in his ears, the sound of breathing.

He didn't know whose it was, but with every breath he took, the cold air fell on the back of his neck, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

In the darkness, he groped for the edge of the ladder with his hands and tentatively reached down with his feet. The next moment, he felt a weight on his body, as if someone had jumped directly onto his back!

"Guess who I am?" The little girl's voice was soft, completely different from the cold and terrifying feeling. The hand covering his eyes was very big, which was not like hers.

Can……

Minghui's brain was racing, his throat dry, and he asked hoarsely, "Xiaoxue?"

The room was silent for a moment, and then he heard a chuckle beside his ear: "Haha... you really know everything."

A large amount of cold sweat broke out on Minghui's back, quickly soaking his clothes, but he had no time to care about it at this moment, because the "person" lying on him moved.

Minghui was thrown down the ladder by the gravity with a loud bang. He felt pain all over his body and half of his body seemed to have lost consciousness.

At this moment, a sound was heard outside the room which had been quiet all the time. It was obvious that the previous sound was too loud and attracted them here.

The small door was soon slammed loudly, and Minghui felt that it would not be long before they could break in. However, he was still being harassed by an unknown creature.

However, the other party did not refute his answer, proving that his answer was correct, and the "person" who covered his eyes and blocked his sight was indeed Xiaoxue.

"Xiaoxue, calm down. You can tell me anything you've wronged me." He tried his best to remain calm, using reason to suppress the fear in his heart. "I'm here to help you. You have to trust me."

No one would believe this kind of line in any movie, but surprisingly, Xiaoxue seemed to believe it.

"You want to help me?" The girl's voice was filled with a hint of doubt. Minghui felt that the force on his face seemed to loosen a little, and he immediately continued to work hard.

"Yes, brothers are here to help you."

"Is that so..." Xiaoxue murmured, then released her hand that was covering Minghui's eyes.

The latter only felt a sudden red light in front of his eyes, and his vision was restored!

Minghui's face lit up with joy, but it was only for a short moment, because the weight behind him did not disappear. As I said before, this weight did not seem like something a child should have.

"Brother, why don't you look at me?" Xiaoxue's voice was a little aggrieved: "Aren't you going to help me?"

Minghui laughed dryly and said, "Yes, look, I'll take a look right away."

He had seen Xiaoxue's final appearance. The child passed away quietly, with no expression on her face and no wounds on her body. It was as if she had just fallen asleep, just not breathing.

But now that he was asked to do so, he naturally had to look back, otherwise he would have to suffer something.

The knocking on the door continued. Minghui saw that the door was shaking slightly, and his heart beat faster.

He turned his head and was not surprised to see a strange face. It was a male face, very young and not ugly, but... he opened his mouth and uttered Xiaoxue's voice.

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