Chapter 129

No matter how fast his brain worked, Zhuo Si could clearly know that his thoughts were normal, but his whole body seemed to be out of control, just like the feeling of "sleep paralysis" when sleeping.

But now, he was not sleeping, but was actually caught by the ghost.

Noon and dusk should be the time when yang energy is the most abundant in the day.

In order to give himself more security, he chose not to come at night, thinking that no matter what, in broad daylight, even the ghosts in the shadows would be restrained.

But...the situation in Xuejia Lane obviously exceeded Zhuo Si's expectations.

Can ghosts kill people?

Zhuo Si asked this question in his mind. If we look at the ghost stories commonly seen in supernatural movies and novels, there is no doubt that it is true.

Water ghosts pull people into the water as substitutes, fierce ghosts seek revenge and some even use human lives to increase their own power.

Zhuo Si already felt a little regretful at this moment.

The more I think about this moment, the clearer my mind becomes and the more I think.

He was in the antique street, and Zhuo Si knew clearly that there was a master who had real skills.

If he had not witnessed the anomalies of this world many times, he would not be so persistent in pursuing unknown powers.

At this moment, he finally realized that the ghost story of Xuejia Lane had been around in Bincheng for a long time.

If someone could solve it, it would have been solved long ago.

Moreover, according to rumors, this haunting was so intense that the original real estate developer had no choice but to ask the master to come and apologize, completely giving up the idea of ​​developing the property.

How did his brain manage to be so confident when he had only taught himself some unsystematic things?

The human mind is obsessed with the pursuit of power, focusing only on what is in front of it and ignoring everything else.

Zhuo Si's thoughts gradually became clearer, but there was no medicine for regret in this world.

In front of him, he could not see the "ghost" at all.

I could only feel myself being lifted up, getting closer and closer to the door in front of me.

He tried his best to control his eyeballs and look around, but because he was being carried forward, his head seemed to be frozen and he could only move a little.

The door in front of him suddenly opened, but Zhuo Si still didn't see any figure in front of him.

The door was open inwards, as if...it had been blown straight inwards by a sudden gust of wind from outside.

Zhuo Si was thrown into this house without any choice. He was thrown to the ground. He could feel the unknown existence holding him up and throwing him down like garbage.

Zhuo Si only felt his limbs were icy cold, but at this moment, he moved his fingers and the control of his body returned to him!

He was delighted and stood up immediately, but he looked around very carefully.

I wouldn't be thrown in here for no reason. There must be a secret in this room.

He rubbed his hands to warm his palms, then covered his face with his hands, feeling as if he were alive again.

It seemed like there was nothing else in this room except himself, but Zhuo Si was not sure.

He walked to the door as quietly as possible. There was no bolt on the door. He pushed it outwards with a little force, but it wouldn't open. He pulled it inwards, but it wouldn't budge either.

It looks like he's going to lock himself up here.

Calm down, calm down, and now take in information from your surroundings.

Zhuo Si was not sure why the ghost in this courtyard locked him up here. The child ghost in the previous place just wanted to play with him.

But this time, am I being treated as a "prey" and kept in the house, ready to be enjoyed later?

Zhuo Si's mind couldn't help but start to wander, especially when he saw the furnishings in the room, his expression gradually became solemn.

This house should be very old, but there is not much dust inside, and the utensils are half-old and half-new, from the screen to the tea table, all of which are still intact.

These things...if placed in today's world, they can be said to be ownerless. They are not antiques, but why has no one come in and taken them away?

Zhuosi instinctively felt something was wrong. The presence of something meant that there were people living here? Or was it that there were ghosts living here?

He walked around the screen and suddenly there was a flash in front of his eyes, as if a shadow passed by.

Zhuo Si turned around suddenly, and there was nothing in front, behind, left, or right.

He froze in place, not knowing whether to continue exploring or stay where he was.

He continued to walk into the screen, because it was a gauze screen, and he could see almost everything on the other side.

At this moment, Zhuosi was sure that there was nothing on the other side of the screen.

Behind the screen, he saw a dressing table with a quarter-length glass mirror on it, but it was obviously a typical old piece of furniture.

The glass mirror was a little dirty around the edges, but the center was very clean, as if someone wiped it frequently.

Zhuo Si took a deep breath at this moment. The dressing table looked like a woman's room. Was the person who caught him in a room a female ghost? Or was he the ghost's servant?

The old house, the female ghost, the paranormal events, it's basically full of DEBUFF.

Another afterimage flashed before his eyes. This time, Zhuo Si did not close his eyes, but opened them as wide as he could, but still could not see clearly.

Too fast!

Not far from the dressing table, Zhuo Si saw the bed without a mattress, empty.

Next to the bed there was a painted wooden frame, about one person tall.

So far, Zhuo Si has not found any books or letters or anything else that can visually see text information in this room.

From a distance, he could see that the bed was empty. Looking at the dressing table with several drawers, Zhuo Si felt conflicted, wondering where the shadow was watching him.

To move, or not to move? That is the question.

But you have to die sooner or later, so you might as well die with a clear mind!

He gritted his teeth and went to the dressing table. Zhuo Si walked over sideways. He took out a piece of black cloth from his backpack and covered the mirror on the dressing table directly. He suddenly felt safe.

But the next second, Zhuo Si suddenly discovered that there was more than just the mirror on the dressing table that was covered by him!

A small, open-box mirror suddenly appears, and it seems to have always been here.

Zhuo Si stared at the mirror with a tingling scalp. Before he could find something from his backpack to cover it, he saw a beautiful face appear in the mirror.

White skin, red lips, black hair, big eyes, sweet smile and beautiful eyes.

Because of the angle of the mirror, it was looking sideways at him.

Zhuo Si looked into the eyes of the "person" in the mirror, and saw her smile, which disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if everything was just his illusion.

"Does it look good?" A faint voice suddenly rang in his ears, and he felt his heartbeat rise to 180 on the spot.

Zhuo Si didn't dare to turn his head, but that face appeared in front of him.

It's not the beauty in the mirror, but the skull with will-o'-the-wisp eyes.

He subconsciously dodged backwards and hid behind the screen, but he saw that through the gauze screen, the skeleton had turned into a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman who he had just seen in the mirror walked out from behind the screen and put her arms around his shoulders.

This time, Zhuo Si was picked up like a chick again, and pressed firmly on the small stool in front of the dressing table.

The mirror that was covered with a black cloth was pulled away. At this moment, Zhuo Si saw himself in the mirror. There was only himself in the mirror.

The drawer of the dressing table was pulled open, and Zhuo Si felt his face stiff, his eyebrows seemed to be scraped by a razor blade, and his face was covered with white powder. He couldn't lower his head, but he could feel the pressure on his feet.

His feet seemed to be forced into shoes that were several sizes too small.

Something was also smeared on his lips, and Zhuo Si suddenly realized that he seemed to be... putting on makeup.

Why? Is that female ghost putting makeup on herself?

The small stool under him suddenly fell down, no, he was suddenly pulled up.

Zhuo Si was pulled to stand up. He looked towards the bed and saw that on the wooden frame that was previously empty, there was suddenly a blood-red wedding dress.

It turns out it’s a clothes hanger!

That wedding dress...he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

He saw the blood-red wedding dress flying towards him, and he didn't even take off his backpack, he just put it on his body.

Damn! Bloody wedding dress?

This is the truth behind the strange news. Was a woman in Xuejia Lane forced to marry?

But in the information that Zhuo Si read himself, there was no mention of related content, because such things, or related plots in supernatural movies, are really normal.

After putting on the wedding dress, he should be married, right? Then can he finally walk out of this room and this courtyard?

As long as he gets out of this courtyard, he can continue to rush out of this alley!

Zhuosi's joy didn't last for three seconds before he heard a faint female voice in his ear.

"Happy?"

Is he talking to himself, or is he talking to the ghost of the past?

Zhuo Si guessed that the current situation was a replay of the ghost girl's memory. Perhaps he just needed to be a dummy, albeit of the wrong gender.

The female ghost didn't need his answer, but the development of the matter was beyond his expectations.

The wedding dress was put on, but he was carried to the bed.

Wait? This is the wedding night? That's not right, right?

And the bed is empty!

The bed was indeed empty, for it was not a bed at all.

The moment Zhuo Si was put down and laid down, the hard wooden board beneath him was felt by his left and right hands. The area around his head was very wide, but the area around his feet was extremely small, shrinking to the point of discomfort. Above him, the last ray of light was gradually disappearing.

This is not a bed, it's bigger on top and smaller on the bottom, it's a coffin!

He was sent directly into the coffin!

Holy shit! Is life so hard?

At this time, he regained control of his body in the coffin, but he couldn't take off the wedding dress on his body.

"Anyone there?"

“Save me!”

Zhuo Si patted the coffin lid, not knowing if there was anyone outside. He was extremely desperate. The dagger in his backpack couldn't pry open the coffin at all. He would suffocate to death! Zhuo Si felt like his throat was broken from screaming.

Suddenly, there was a bright light above him, and he saw two inquiring faces appear, and he was overjoyed.

“Save me!”

Ah Yan and Jue Jue looked at Zhuo Si in the coffin at this moment: ...

I heard that there was a person who came to try out the haunted house on his own initiative. After some communication, they confirmed that he was not one of them but had entered by mistake. They rushed over to rescue him, but it turned out to be you, the intern!

You look like you're about to die, how can you say you won't die if you don't commit suicide?

At this moment, Zhuo Si was pulled out by the two people. Seeing this familiar couple, he slowly recalled who they were.

Although I don’t know their names, they are like my saviors!

"My benefactor, please accept my greeting!"