The haunted house in the shopping mall was very popular with the plastic figures; within a short time, three families of three arrived one after the other.
Sun Han kept Du Lanshan's instructions firmly in mind: he must not have any intimate contact with the ghosts. So after entering the house, he first pulled Cheng Shuang aside and waited for the three families to leave before walking to the ticket counter for the haunted house.
Who knows if the plastic guests might suddenly turn against us and become ghosts? If we're all trapped in the same place at the same time, we won't be able to escape.
A ticket costs 100 yuan, plus 5 yuan for a free small flashlight.
These small flashlights are disposable; they're basically useless once you leave the haunted house.
So much of the money has already been spent that nobody cares about a dollar or two.
As they entered the dark tunnel with their flashlights emitting a dim glow, a gurgling sound, like amplified vomiting, came from afar and grew closer.
Sun Han, who was walking ahead, stopped and had just uttered two words, "Be careful!" when a gust of wind blew by, hitting his face directly. The choking and suffocating feeling followed, silencing him completely.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Shuang asked quietly. In the dim light, she could only see Sun Han suddenly stop, then struggle to break free from her hand and run into the dark depths.
The young girl couldn't let him run away; once they were separated, it would definitely be troublesome in the dark.
So she crouched down and, taking advantage of Sun Han's single-minded attempt to shake off her hand, leaped onto his back. As soon as her arms encircled Sun Han's neck, he took off running like a traveler on a fast horse.
Then, Cheng slid the flashlight in his hands toward the wall, illuminating the face of a man wearing glasses.
The man noticed someone running past him at high speed. His eyes widened instantly. He looked back, then broke free from the person holding him. His face darkened as he chased after them, shouting, "Get down!"
Cheng Shuang was completely bewildered. She moved the flashlight upwards and shone it on a pale, plastic face with its neck turned 180 degrees, staring directly at her with a fake smile that stretched to the back of its ears, like a strange uncle wearing a stiff mask.
The two faces were so close they were only a hand's width apart.
Cheng Shuang could sense that the person she mistook for Sun Han was most likely a fake. Instead of jumping down, she reached out and forcefully twisted the plastic head staring at her away, yelling, "Watch where you're going!"
Sun Han, who was chasing behind, almost tripped.
He remembered the rule Du Jun had mentioned: you can't let a ghost hug you. Now Cheng Shuang is hugging the other person. If there is danger, the plastic man will definitely not just stupidly run away.
With a plan in mind, Sun Han relaxed considerably as he chased after her, mainly because he couldn't let the one in front of him disappear from sight. Fortunately, the little girl kept reminding him in her own way, with her soft, scolding voice coming from ahead from time to time, such as "Don't look back!", "A slap in the face without a shadow!", and "Hurry up, horse!"
Sun Han... felt like he was being a bit redundant, seeing how much fun the other kids were having...
The dark passageway was narrow and long, with many turns. Sun Han relied entirely on Cheng Shuang's prompts to brake and turn in time.
Although neither of them understood when the plastic figure had taken advantage of their distraction and let go of each other's hands, it wasn't hard to guess that the other person had consciously tried to separate them.
After running for an unknown amount of time, the road ahead suddenly became bright.
A small thatched hut appeared before him. Sun Han slowly stopped, as Cheng Shuang was not there. He was about to turn back and find a new route when a little girl's voice came from inside the hut, "What are you doing? Ah, let go, it hurts!"
Sun Han tensed up instantly. He didn't dare to move. Although he was extremely anxious, he still patiently tried to discern whether the voice inside the room was the one he was familiar with.
"Uncle, let go of me! You're hurting me!"
The voice was definitely Cheng Shuang's. Sun Han's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to rush in when his legs suddenly gave way. He looked down and saw a ginger-yellow mud pit in front of the thatched hut, the same color as the ground. His feet sank into it, and the speed at which he was sinking was visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, the mud swallowed up to his knees.
Inside the house came the sound of a little girl crying. Sun Han was extremely anxious and tried everything he could. Unfortunately, the mud was like glue, sticking firmly to his skin. The feeling of being dragged down by a large stone tied to his ankle was agonizingly unbearable.
The piercing cries were heartbreaking. Recalling the little girl's sweet smiling face, his eyes turned bloodshot with hatred. He pulled out a large, gleaming sword from his spatial storage and slashed it viciously at her legs.
"Uncle Sun!"
The blade sliced through his skin the instant it touched the seam of his trousers, and a basin of icy water poured down from above, freezing him and the knife so much that it was difficult to continue.
Sun Han shuddered, snapping back to reality. The thatched hut was gone, and the pitiful cries were no more. Instead, not far at the top of the passageway, a man with a sinister smile sat on a throne-like throne, arms outstretched, as if awaiting an embrace. If he had taken even two more steps forward, especially with his injured leg, he would likely have found it difficult to break free once embraced.
He shivered again, instinctively trying to back away, but his legs wouldn't move, and his whole body was already soaked in ice water.
Sun Han looked down and saw Cheng Shuang lying on the ground, clinging tightly to his legs. In the light emanating from above, he could see the little girl's wet face, panicked eyes, and the mess of her head being drenched in ice water.
"What's wrong with me?" Sun Han plopped down on the ground, wiping the cold sweat and ice water from his cheeks, and took out a towel to wrap around Cheng Shuang's head.
His eyes held a hint of weariness after extreme indignation, clearly indicating that he had realized that it wasn't Cheng Shuang who had been carried away, but rather that something had gone wrong on his end.
"I don't know." Cheng Shuang shook her head blankly. She was still a little hesitant to let go, carefully observing Sun Han's expression with lingering fear, and tentatively asked, "Uncle Sun, why don't you lie down?"
Sun Han immediately complied, both amused and exasperated. He was afraid Sun Han would turn over and run away, so he made Sun Han talk while lying down.
Then he saw a black cloak slowly float down and land directly on his stomach. Several mineral water bottles that had been crushed at the same time were ejected from the cloak.
Sun Han was strangely satisfied; at least Cheng Shuang hadn't woken him up with a slap!
"As soon as you entered, Uncle Sun, you suddenly stopped." Cheng Shuang repeatedly confirmed that Sun Han had woken up before recounting what had happened with lingering fear.
"Then she shook off my hand, plunged headfirst into the dark tunnel, and ran incredibly fast, shouting as she ran, 'Jump down! Stop!'"
"Later you ran straight to this dead end, and the expression on your face was quite strange, like you were extremely angry. When I saw the person hugging you in front of me, I rushed over and hugged your leg."
The little girl shivered and glanced tremblingly at Sun Han, "You look at me like I'm a blood feud."
Cheng Shuang wanted to say that the hatred of having one's wife stolen was nothing more than this, but for the sake of her own little bottom, she used a more euphemistic word.
"Kill them quickly."
Even without her saying it, Sun Han knew that he took out the knife not only to cut his own leg, but also to cut the mud and sand that were holding him back.
He trembled with fear.
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