Shortly after Huangmao entered the house, two children with blood-red facial masks poked their heads out of the wedding sedan.

Bai Qiulin walked past the sedan chair as if he didn't see such a strange and terrifying scene.

The white paper lantern hanging on the door swayed a few times and then suddenly went out, making the old house even darker.

White "囍" characters were posted on the wall. Huang Mao stood alone in the courtyard. "This house is much bigger than the ones I've been to before. There must be a lot of traps set up there."

He is brave, but that doesn't mean he is stupid. He has already sensed that the atmosphere in the house is not normal.

“Yellow Star…”

He could faintly hear someone calling his name, but he couldn't make it out clearly, as if the voice came from the main hall.

"Are you calling me?" When he calmed down and listened carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

"It should be equipped with a surround sound system. I can't believe such an expensive device would be installed in such a shabby scene."

With his heart in his throat, Huangmao slowly approached the main hall and carefully pushed open the door.

The room was hung with pale white curtains. It was clearly a wedding, but it was being run like a funeral.

"It's really a ghost marriage. I've played similar scenes before. It's nothing new."

“Yellow Star…”

Huangmao was talking to himself. Halfway through his speech, the strange voice sounded again, and this time he could hear it more clearly.

"This voice is somewhat familiar!"

It was a very strange feeling that the person who called his name should be an acquaintance in his life, but he just couldn't remember who that person was.

The dilapidated old house was covered with paper money and white "囍" characters were posted on the walls. The surrounding environment had not changed much, but it gave Huangmao a different feeling, as if it was a little more eerie.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind, and the yellow-haired man felt a chill on his neck. He turned around abruptly and asked, "Who?"

"Why are you panicking? It's me." Bai Qiulin put one hand in his pocket and walked around the room.

Seeing that it was other tourists, Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you hear a woman talking just now?"

"No." Bai Qiulin looked through the various arrangements in the house, but he never went too far away from the door.

"I clearly heard someone calling my name." Huang Mao looked outside the door and saw two children with blood-red face masks jumping over to the gate: "There's someone outside!"

Bai Qiulin also looked towards the gate. There was only an empty street outside the gate. "Are you sick? Where is the person?"

"Fuck! It's real! Two kids with something painted on their faces." The yellow-haired man tried his best to describe the appearance of the two children.

"Do you think a haunted house would hire such a young child to act as a ghost to scare people? If it's not a dummy prop, then you are seeing things wrong."

When Bai Qiulin looked away, two more children poked their heads out from the gate.

"I'm not seeing things!" This time, the yellow-haired man happened to look at the two children. He rushed out in one step: "I'll catch them for you later!"

Huangmao rushed to the door in one breath, but the two children had disappeared again. The street was empty, except for paper money all over the ground and the wedding sedan chair swaying gently.

"Where are the people? This is weird. I only ran out for a few seconds. Where could they have gone?"

“Yellow Star…”

Huangmao shuddered suddenly, and he heard the woman's voice again: "Why did that voice get closer to me after I ran outside? It felt like she was lying next to me and talking to me."

He took out his cell phone to illuminate the room, trying to find the hidden speaker, but just as he turned on the built-in flashlight, he heard a woman's voice again.

“Yellow Star…”

The sound was getting closer, and it felt like it was going to bore deep into his mind.

"It's weird, too weird." Huang Mao has visited many haunted houses, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation: "I can't stay alone, get the wedding dress and go meet up with Sister Cat."

Turning back to the main hall, Huang Mao suddenly discovered something even more terrifying - Bai Qiulin was missing! A living person just disappeared without a sound!

"Where are the people?"

A rare emotion spread in Huangmao's heart, and he felt a hint of fear.

"Bai Qiulin!" The yellow-haired man called out the tall and thin man's name, and he slowly walked into the bedroom.

This room is different from the other rooms. The bedspreads are bright red, but it doesn't look festive at all. Instead, it looks a bit bloody, as if there is blood instead of paint on them.

"It looks like a girl's boudoir, so the wedding dress should be here, right?" The yellow-haired man walked forward a few more steps. There were clumps of red threads falling on the ground, which were particularly conspicuous among the white paper money on the ground.

He stepped over the red lines and approached the bed. Bright red pillows and quilts were thrown together randomly, along with needles, thread, scissors and other miscellaneous items, but the only thing missing was the wedding dress he was looking for.

The wedding dress was not there in the place where it should be. Huangmao gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

He lifted the bedclothes and could clearly see bloodstains, which looked as real as ever.

"Huang Xing, look down..."

While Huangmao was concentrating on searching, the woman's voice appeared in his mind without any warning.

When people are extremely nervous, they will be startled if someone pats them on the shoulder, let alone a voice ringing directly in their head.

Huangmao almost sat on the ground. He held on to the bed with one hand, very nervous.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists, "It doesn't look like a sound effect! This is definitely not a sound effect!"

He twisted his arm, his heart pounding. "That voice just said one more thing. That's right! She said look down!"

Shifting his sight downwards, Huangmao discovered that all the red lines in the room were extending from under the bed.

"Under the bed?"

His Adam's apple trembled, and he slowly squatted down, holding the edge of the bed with one hand, supporting himself on the ground with the other hand, and tilted his head to look under the bed.

His sight kept moving downwards, and every nerve in Huangmao's body was tense. He clenched his teeth, and when his head was about to go under the bed, suddenly a hand stretched out!

"groove!"

Huangmao sat down on the ground, supporting his body with his hands, and kept crawling backwards. His eyes were full of horror: "It seemed to be a severed hand just now! There was no arm, only a hand!"

Before he could recover from the sudden shock, his back suddenly hit something.

Turning his head, Huangmao found that it was Bai Qiulin standing behind him: "You scared me to death! Where did you go just now!"

"I just took a look around. By the way, what did you see under the bed?" Bai Qiulin asked curiously.

"A severed hand. It doesn't feel like anyone is controlling it. It suddenly came out from under the bed." The yellow-haired man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His calves were still trembling. "We need to leave here quickly. Come and help me."

After saying this, Huangmao reached out to grab Bai Qiulin's left hand, but missed.

Holding the empty sleeve of Bai Qiulin, Huangmao looked a little dazed, unable to think for a moment: "Where's your hand?"

His neck was bent and twisted, as if he had suffered a huge impact after falling from a tall building. Bai Qiulin's seven orifices were bleeding. He looked at the empty sleeve of his left arm with a happy smile on his face.

"Yeah, where are my hands?"