The stairs in the basement are dilapidated.
Every time you step on it, it makes a loud and piercing noise.
The echoing and cramped space seemed even more terrifying.
"Oh, Old Zhong is quite cooperative today. He really kept quiet when asked to..."
Zhou Yue coughed twice and spoke.
"Old Zhong, why don't you say something? Otherwise, I feel like something is missing..."
Rather than listening to this mind-torturing noise, it’s better to listen to Zhong Yi’s chatter.
However, no one responded.
"Tsk tsk, look at you, you're not a kid anymore, why are you still angry? Hey buddy, stop being so rude!"
Zhou Yue continued to speak.
At this moment, he didn't know whether he really wanted to hear Zhong Yi speak, or just wanted to relieve his inner anxiety through talking.
“Old Zhong…Old Zhong!?”
After calling out twice, Zhou Yue suddenly felt something was wrong.
He turned his head sharply, trying to see what was happening behind him.
The light was too dim, and I could vaguely make out the outline, but I could never make it out clearly.
"Old Zhong, don't scare me...this joke is not funny at all!"
"Lao Zhong! Say something... Lao Zhong!?"
"It's broken, the old clock is missing!!"
Seeing that Zhou Yue was becoming more and more agitated, Zhou Qiaoling behind him also began to look unhappy.
Zhou Yue could clearly feel the hands that were grabbing the corner of his clothes, and they began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Brother…”
Zhou Qiaoling's voice had a hint of crying in it.
"Zhong, if Senior Brother Zhong is really missing..."
"That……"
"Then grab the corner of my clothes..."
"Who is it?"
When these words were spoken, even Mu Yawen, the bravest and most courageous person at the front of the team, felt a chill down his spine.
Zhou Qiaoling trembled all over and turned her head slowly.
Turn half.
"ha……!"
A cold breath exploded beside her earlobe.
In an instant, her mind was filled with fear.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
“There’s a ghost!!!”
…
…
A moment.
Zhong Yi was standing alone in a cramped and dark room.
In the room, there is a wooden door in each of the east, south, west and north.
Looking at the countless bloody ghost hands above his head, Zhong Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"This is... I've hit a wall."
There are four doors in the east, south, west and north, and he has already tried the east and west directions.
Every time he pushed open that door, he would return to where he was.
At the same time, the countless bloody ghost hands above the head will drop down a little.
The closer these bloody hands got to Zhong Yi, the more intense their struggle became.
It seems to see bait, and even makes confusing whispers.
"One more mistake, and these ghost hands...will be able to catch me."
Looking at the palm of his hand with black blood dripping from it, Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes, tried to calm his inner panic, and began to analyze the situation.
He never dreamed of it,
I am a dignified cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, but one day I would be trapped by a mere "ghost wall".
"No, with Junior Brother Lu's style... he wouldn't set unsolvable questions."
Zhong Yi shook his head and looked around for a way to solve the dilemma.
His gaze,
It fell on a bronze mirror on a worn-out table.
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