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Text Chapter 037: Mountain Haunted House (4)

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    There are several paintings hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor. Most of them look like the works of mental patients. The paintings are full of hallucinations and obscure.  But there's only one picture that doesn't seem so abstract.

    The painting shows the interior of a long, narrow rectangular tunnel with low, smooth, white walls, no interruptions or decorations, and the road ahead looks like a downward slope.  It's a bit like no, I should say it's very much like a tomb.  Some detailed descriptions show that the cave is buried deep underground. No exit can be seen in the picture, and there is no artificial lighting source. The painter does not know what method he used to give the painting a ghostly atmosphere.  The light is gloomy and inappropriate for the environment.

    Feng Bujue stared at the picture for about five seconds, his eyes seemed to be frozen, and an unknown force made him unable to speak or move.  The next second, his eyes were covered by darkness and he couldn't see anything.  Not long after, when he regained his mobility, he took out the flashlight from his bag and turned it on to see that he was in the tunnel depicted in the painting.

    He didn¡¯t know the principle of this teleportation, nor did he know whether Xiaotan and Brother Long saw his departure, but whether they saw it or not, I¡¯m afraid he would have to rely on his own strength to leave this place.

    Behind him is a stone wall, which cannot move when pushed up by hand. The top wall is low, and there is obviously no way to escape from above.  Feng Bujue sighed, took out the [Eye of Hatred] from his bag and put it on, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pipe wrench in the other, and started walking downhill along the tunnel.

    With [Jazz Dance] on his feet, Feng Bujue has no worries about the loss of physical fitness caused by exploring the path. It doesn't matter how far he goes.  With a stamina of 1,100, plus the equipment's special effect of reducing walking and running consumption, he could just walk all the way through space dance. Even if it was as big as Castlevania down here, he was confident that he could explore the entire map.

    After walking along the tunnel for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue's flashlight suddenly flashed a few times. He shook it with his hand, patted the barrel twice, and thought to himself: Insufficient battery?  It's impossibleit didn't take long at all in the previous script.  Bad contact?  It's even more impossible, this thing says MADEIN CHINA, the quality is perfect

    Suddenly, a strange whisper came from the front: "Let me out"

    The sound came from a distance of about ten meters in front of Feng Bujue. He looked away from the flashlight and looked there, but the light of the flashlight completely disappeared at this moment, causing his eyes to become pitch black.

    ¡°Then, the light of the flashlight flashed a few more times, illuminating a white figure standing alone in front of me. Judging from the figure, it was a woman.  She was covered with bruises, skinny as a stick, and her white clothes were stained with blood. Due to the short time he saw her, and the problem of light and distance, Feng Bujue couldn't see her face clearly.

    The bright light was fleeting, and Feng Bujue's eyes immediately turned into darkness again, leaving only that terrifying image on his retina.  Then he heard a whine in his ears again.

    "Let me out!" The sound of human bodies coming into contact with wooden boards was heard in the darkness. It was the sound of friction and impact, as well as the squeaking sound of hinges.  Another extremely distant voice came faintly It seemed like someone was screaming pitifully deep in the copper corridor of the cellar.

    About thirty seconds passed, and the flashlight returned to normal, no longer flickering, and continued to output light.

    After Feng Bujue encountered the scene just now, not only did his expression remain unchanged, he also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It turns out that the flashlight is not broken, it is just a flicker caused by the plot"

    At this time, another system prompt sounded: [Side mission progress update]

    Feng Bujue checked and found that the current progress of the task [Find all six sections of "Ghost Palace"] has reached 2/6. It must be that someone else has found another section, but the details cannot be seen from the task bar.  Content.

    At the same time, Wang Tanzhi and Long Aomin, who were on the first floor, were squatting by the fireplace in the kitchen, looking at the second paragraph of "Ghost Palace" written with a soot-like black substance on the brick wall.

    ¡¾The king's flag is brilliant and golden,

    Flying on the top of the palace.

    All these are things of the past

    It was a gentle breeze,

    A beautiful and peaceful day.

    Along the white palace wall,

    A burst of dark fragrance flew away.  ¡¿

    "Ah I don't understand it at all!" Wang Tanzhi almost forgot about it after reading it. He came to the fireplace, faced up, and stuck his head inside to see the condition of the chimney.

    After his face turned dark, he came out and said, "Hey it's too narrow, I definitely can't climb out."

    At first, Long Aomin seemed to ignore his words, and Wang Tanzhi didn't pay much attention either.  But a few seconds later, Wang Tanzhi turned around and found that Long Aomin's expression was very unusual., I saw his eyes wide open, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something loudly, but Xiaotan didn't hear a word in his ears.

    This strange scene made Wang Tanzhi¡¯s hair stand on end, and then he realized something At this moment, his own voice did not come out of his throat.

    The next scene may seem scary to the person involved, but others will definitely find it funny if they look at it.

    ¡°I saw two people who didn¡¯t understand sign language at all, dancing around and expressing themselves affectionately with expressions and lip language for a long time. In the end, no one could figure out what the other was saying

    I think the most suitable lines for this kind of scene should be: "Are you sick?" "Do you have medicine?" "How much do you have?" "How much do you eat?" "Eat as much as you have!" "How much do you eat?  How many!" "You are sick!"

    But in fact, what they said was different.

    Wang Tanzhi: "What's going on? What did you say? What do you mean by this gesture?"

    Long Aomin: "It's that black thing on your face that's causing trouble!"

    From Long Aomin's point of view, it is clear that the black soot on Wang Tanzhi's face is like a "living" mask, and he is making a weird smiling face at this moment. This "black face" expression is similar to that of Xiao Tan himself.  It doesn't matter what expression he makes, it's like a painting floating on his face.

    Finally, Long Aomin thought of a way. He found a rag in the messy kitchen, placed it in front of his face, and made a clockwise wiping motion from a distance away. Then he pointed at the rag and then pointed at it.  Pointing at Wang Tanzhi's face.

    The latter seemed to understand. He took the cloth and covered his face without hesitation. When he took the cloth away, the two of them regained their normal ability to speak at the same time.

    "Wow! What kind of monster is this?" Wang Tanzhi looked at the rag in his hand. The "black face" was like the one printed on the cloth, maintaining the complete shape of the human face and transferred from Xiaotan's face to the rag. At this moment, Xiaotan  His face became clean, with no black or gray at all.

    "Although I don't know what the meaning of system settings is" Long Aomin realized at this time that this black side has no actual lethality and is not particularly scary. In addition to expressing a kind of system to trick players,  Other than malicious intent, there seems to be no reason to be here.

    "But I think it's safer to burn it." Long Aomin took the mask and found two flints next to a stove

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