After Yan Zhiyun left, Dou Shiliu continued to lie in bed, slowly probing the unborn inner demon.
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The building, standing tall and imposing in the dark mountain village, exudes an indescribable aura as it rises amidst the trees.
The rusty gate was decorated with ancient patterns, and some wild vines climbed on it.
It looked dark and damp
"Hey, do you guys think there might be a magic lamp in this eerie place?" The voice carried a hint of fear.
A girl in a school uniform stared nervously at the bottomless building. Her school badge was on her chest, with two faint black characters: Xiao Ai.
"This place is haunted..."
Xiao Ai nervously pinched her companion beside her.
"Xiao Ai, don't be so nervous. We still have a child with us, right? Let him go in and take a look."
Behind Xiao Ai was a boy with a wicked smile. He pulled Xian Tong, who was hiding behind him, out and shoved him against the iron gate, making a loud creaking sound.
Xian Tong crashed into it, and the shattered door collapsed with a thud.
Couldn't you have gone a little easier?
The girl next to Xiao Ai frowned, "What a commotion they've caused! It's utterly unbelievable!"
She immediately pulled Xiao Ai along the route they had come from.
Seeing them leave, the boy hurriedly followed, ignoring Xiantong who had been left behind.
He was hit so hard that he fell to the ground along with the rusty door and hit his head.
He felt incredibly dizzy.
Xian Tong paused on the ground to catch his breath before getting up.
Today, he was dragged over to play by those boring people in his class again, and he didn't resist. If he had resisted, the consequences would have been even worse.
Anyway, these are all minor matters. Today's events weren't very serious; we were just going to check out the building.
But they're all gone now, so there's no need to go looking for them.
When Xian Tong got up, he realized that he had scratched the back of his head and touched it; it was covered in blood.
Xian Tong chuckled self-deprecatingly, picked up the schoolbag they had thrown aside, dusted it off, and was about to leave.
The doors of Heran Building suddenly opened.
He had smashed the rusty gate, and now the inner gate was wide open, facing him.
A gust of cold wind blew out from inside, making Xiantong shiver all over.
He covered his eyes with his wisps of hair, looked up at the building, and still felt a little uneasy.
People have died in this building, and it's notoriously eerie in the area.
The sound of a piano could be heard, and a woman could be seen looking down from a second-floor window.
Xian Tong was having a terrible time. He stared blankly at the building that seemed to be inviting him in, gave it a deep look, and then turned and left.
He doesn't believe in ghosts, but there are some things he has to believe in.
The boy departed under the moonlight, his shadow stretching long and slanted across the ground as he completely left the building.
The rusty iron gate had been restored to its original state.
It still looks broken and dilapidated, and would collapse with the slightest push, making a creaking, old sound when blown by the wind.
The piano music began to play, and a pale-faced woman on the second floor gazed at the town not far from the woods, her eyes empty, and blood gradually flowed from her eyes.
"What are you doing staring at the town in the distance? The master told you to stop standing here and scaring the people gathering firewood. Why can't you explain that clearly?"
The wooden pole butler felt like he was about to explode with rage at these creatures.
Hearing the beautiful piano music coming from the lobby downstairs, she jumped down again.
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