His calves felt weak and all the strength in his body was drained. Ma Tian didn't dare to look away. He had already sensed changes in the two tourists around him.
The footsteps were approaching, and he looked out through the gap in the cabinet door. Bai Qiulin, with his body crooked, was holding down the cabinet door with one hand.
Just when Ma Tian thought Bai Qiulin would open the cabinet door, who knew that Bai Qiulin actually took out a lock and slowly locked the cabinet door!
After seeing this, Ma Tian finally understood everything before he fell into a coma.
"It turns out that the three of them... are all ghosts!"
The screams echoed in the Living Coffin Village, and Brother Wang and Sister Cat, who were running wildly, also heard them.
"Ma Tian is usually the most stable person. He was frightened to the point of screaming. He must have encountered something extremely terrifying."
Sister Mao's heart sank to the bottom. Five people came in, but in less than fifteen minutes three of them disappeared.
The most terrifying thing is that she still doesn't know what happened to her companions.
The cold sweat on her forehead couldn't stop flowing down. Unlike Ye Xiaoxin, she was not very brave, so she formed a team to enter the haunted house for evaluation.
"It seems that your friends are not very reliable." Brother Wang had poor physical strength and he couldn't run far before he could run out.
"This haunted house is too weird!" Extremely nervous, Cat Sister took off her disguise. She no longer wasted her expression to maintain her cute appearance, and her mind was full of all kinds of terrifying images.
"Let's exit the scene first. Don't be so stubborn and suffer at this moment."
"good."
Sister Mao supported Brother Wang, and they returned to the center of the village. Looking at the streets, they were both stunned.
"Which road did we take when we came here?"
"Brother Wang, the question now is not which road to take! There were not so many roads when we came here!" Sister Mao almost cried.
"Calm down, don't forget what you do." Brother Wang took out his cell phone: "Fortunately, I recorded it when I came."
He slid the screen and found a road that looked similar to the one he came from.
“That should be it.”
The two of them walked along the road, but the more they walked, the more they felt something was wrong.
"When we entered the village, it seemed like we only walked a few minutes to the center of the village. But as we walked out, it felt more and more eerie." Sister Cat looked at Brother Wang's phone and asked, "Did we make a mistake?"
As time went by, the scene in the Living Coffin Village slowly began to reveal its true horror. The white paper lanterns on both sides of the street emitted a faint red light, and everything became different.
"Did we really go the wrong way?" Brother Wang compared it with his phone. At first, this road looked very similar to the street in the video, but the more he walked, the more differences he found. "Then let's go back to the center of the village and choose a new one."
"Maybe we can't go back." Sister Cat grabbed Brother Wang's hand and ran into the yard next to them. As soon as they hid in the yard, they heard the sound of children singing on the street.
"In a blink of an eye, five days are up, and the dead are buried in peace. The suona plays a sad tune, and the foreign drums and trumpets sound cheerfully."
Two little kids wearing blood-red masks skipped past the door. They looked only seven or eight years old, and their voices were very clear, but combined with the current environment, they gave people a very eerie feeling.
"It seems to have gone far away."
Sister Cat wanted to look outside, but was stopped by Brother Wang: "Don't go out! What if those two kids are lying at the door right now? If this haunted house is as shameless as you said, then they are very likely to do something like this."
"But staying here is not a solution." Sister Cat tightened her collar: "Brother Wang, have you noticed that the temperature has dropped a little?"
"No, you're probably too nervous." Brother Wang was very cautious. He looked around with his phone in hand and said, "Check the yard and clear out a safe place first."
The white paper lanterns emitted a faint red light, an indescribable smell filled the air, the sand on both sides was loosening, and the dead locust trees were shaking gently.
“Is this controlled by a mechanism?” Brother Wang looked at the shaking locust tree and pushed the trunk with both hands. He originally just wanted to see what the mechanism that controlled the tree’s vibration was, but who knew that the locust tree would be pushed down in an instant: “The props are too flimsy.”
As soon as Brother Wang finished speaking, Sister Mao pulled him hard: "Brother Wang, look under the tree!"
Under the dead locust tree was a pit with a corpse stuck upside down in it, with its feet exposed.
"What kind of design is this?" Brother Wang and Sister Mao didn't expect that there would be something buried under the locust tree.
"The tree is just an ordinary locust tree, without any mechanism. Could it be that the legs below are moving, causing the tree above to tremble? Is the mechanism actually on the body below?" Brother Wang stared at the model of the body stuck upside down in the pit. He suppressed his curiosity in time and avoided the pit: "What a perverted scene arrangement."
Sister Cat followed behind Brother Wang and grabbed Brother Wang's arm: "Do you still want to go inside the house?"
"Let me think about it." Brother Wang held the phone, and he was a little scared now.
The two stopped in the middle of the yard. Suddenly, they heard the sound of water splashing from somewhere, as if a fish jumped out of the water.
The surroundings were very quiet, and it was hard for the two of them not to notice something like this happening so suddenly.
"The sound seems to come from the water tank." Sister Cat hid behind Brother Wang. She had forgotten her identity as a haunted house evaluator and also forgot that the makeup on her face had been ruined by scares. She looked only slightly better than a ghost.
"Let's go and take a look." Brother Wang bravely approached the water tank. When he got closer, he couldn't feel anything strange. It was just a very ordinary water tank, with a white ball floating on the water.
"When I entered the yard just now, there was nothing floating on the water tank!" Brother Wang couldn't figure it out: "Where did that white ball come from?"
The light was dim and they couldn't see clearly. They walked to the water tank and suddenly heard a sound like a fish spitting bubbles.
"The ball is blowing bubbles?"
Brother Wang leaned forward, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and shone it towards the water tank.
The bright light pierced through the water surface, illuminating the round "ball".
With his mouth slightly open, he realized that it was not a ball at all, but a whitish human head!
With a splash, the ghost in the water tank jumped out. The sudden bright light seemed to remind it of something unpleasant.
A swollen and pale face rushed right in front of him. Brother Wang was so scared that he threw his phone away. He ran back frantically, but was tripped by something before he took a few steps.
He looked at the flat ground in his memory. At this moment, the corpse model in the pit, which was originally with its feet facing upwards, suddenly became with its head facing upwards!
A face was laughing, and it seemed to be preparing to crawl out of the tree hole.
Brother Wang's legs felt weak and he tried desperately to crawl out of the house, but at this moment, the child's singing was heard outside the gate again.
"The old man sat in front of the coffin with a serious and solemn face. Adults and children gathered around to watch, and the filial son's legs were sore from kneeling."