My House of Horrors

“Is that a curse? ”

Anyone who sees a statue engraved with his name cut off his head is uncomfortable, and Chen Song is naturally no exception, but he has no impulse.

When the headless ghost and stench came, the four red clothes surrounded the costume in the middle, and Chen Song walked forward.

“Is the shrine your trustee?” Chen Gong saw that the red costume did not reply, and took another step forward: “This had nothing to do with me, but the mud plastic in the shrine said my name, someone was hitting on my idea, so I could only trace it to the end. ”

The costume seemed to understand Chen Song's words. She shook her head, as if to say that the shrine and the mud in the shrine had nothing to do with Chen Song.

“The mud statue says Chen Song, my name is Chen Song.” Chen Gong dropped the chainsaw in his hand: “You can't fight the four red coats alone, I don't want to hurt you, get out of the way. ”

Under the oppression of the four red coats, the red suit finally came to one side and stopped.

“Xu Yin, give me that mud statue and bring it with you. ”

The shrine is the biggest secret in this haunted house, and Chan Song worried about the fraud, so he didn't pick it up himself.

The pale hand reached into the shrine and Xu Yan grabbed the body of the mud statue. At the same time, all the words "death” on the inner wall of the shrine began to exudate blood. A line of blood adhered to the mud statue, as if to bind it to death in the shrine.

“Go help. ”

The headless ghost and Xu Yan combined to take out the mud statue, which is very ordinary, like a child pinched out of the mud by the river, barely recognizing the shape of a person.

“Let me see. ”

Chen Gong went to get the mud plastic, but Xu Yan avoided. He pointed to the black blood stains on the mud and shook his head gently, as if those stains would cause a lot of damage to Chen Gong.

“Is there a curse on it? Then let me take a good look.” Chen Song came close to Xu Yan before he could see it clearly. In addition to the two words of Chen Song, there are countless dead words on this mud shaping body. However, those dead words are very small, engraved with mud like the surrounding body, just looking at it makes people feel a chill and chestnut.

“This one doesn't look like me, it's all dead, it's supposed to be a midget. ”

Chen Gong didn't know why there was such a thing in the shrine, or why the man named Jiang Jiu had built such a scene in the haunted house, but he knew that Zhang Ya seemed to want this mud statue.

“You put mud on my shadow. ”

Xu Yin did as he said. After he placed the mud statue on the shadow of Chen Song, the blood stain on the mud statue was slowly fading, as if what it contained had been sucked away by the shadow of Chen Song.

“I found a wooden box in the Weird Talks Association, and Zhang Ya was very concerned about the black blood in the wooden box. The wooden box was brought out of the back of the door by the Talking Society. Is this mud like the one behind the door? ”

Many times into the world behind the door, Chen Song is very clear, it is very difficult to bring out what is in that world, so in reality there is hardly anything related to the world behind the door.

The blood stain on the mud statue gradually disappeared, the dead words engraved on the mud statue tightened a little bit, the blood stain seemed to protect the mud statue, now the blood stain is sucked away by the shadow of Chan Song, the dead word is like a nail into the mud mold.

The red costume tried to stop it, but when she approached the shadow of Chan Song, she seemed to feel something, and returned to her original position without having to block the sound.

The last trace of blood disappeared, the mud split on the shadow of Chen Song, Chen Song's heart rate returned to normal, and the voice deep in his consciousness disappeared.

“These black stains from behind the door seem to be very helpful to Zhang Ya, so you can keep an eye out for them later. ”

When the mud split, the dead words engraved on the inner walls of the shrine slowly returned to normal. The shrine maker seemed to want the mud to suck something through the shrine, but also to control the mud statue and keep it out of control.

His ideas were good, and normal tourists probably couldn't get here, but he never expected Chen Song the next day of business.

“If the mud is really related to the midget, it's a big deal.” After Chen Gong picked up the broken mud statue and lost the blood stain, this is a very ordinary statue: “It seems necessary to find Jiang Jiu and ask him, they dare to do this in the eastern suburbs, it is really a long life. ”

Put away the statue, Chan Song asked Xu Yin and the red high heels to check the shrine to make sure there were no more anomalies, then they surrounded the costume red.

What the truth is, the red costume should be clear, so Chen Song decided to talk to each other.

“Did you leave anything in their hands? Or did they forcibly occupy the shrine that belonged to you? ”

When she heard Chen Song, her girlfriend shook her head and nodded her head again. She seemed so scared that she kept looking over at the shrine as if it represented something horrible to her.

“I have limited time, so I guess I'll have to ask you to come back with me.” Under the persuasion of the four men in red, the costume was finally sent to the comic book.

“You'll love that new home. ”

Chen Gong looked around the shrine and didn't notice any problems. At the end of the day, he had to do it.

He led four men into the last room of the compound in red, and the walls of the house were hung with a complete picture of a demon, except that the demon's body was synthetic, and there was no shortage of any body parts, but it looked very uncoordinated.

Below the portrait is a table with nine paper men, eight of whom have no names, and only the first one has two words on it - Jiang Jiu.

“This is Jiang Jiu again.” Chen Gong looks at the paper man on the table: “If Jiang Jiu is really helping the underworld, then what these nine paper men mean is, are there eight more people like Jiang Jiu? ”

Staring at the paper man on the table, Chen Song soon discovered another thing.

If you look at the entire supply table as including Jiangshi, then the nine paper people happen to be on the nine rivers that contain Jiangshi.

Yangtze River was also formerly known as Jiujiang, and was guarded by Jiujiang Dajiang. Older generations have often said that this is the rare Kowloon Dragon Theatre Pearl Feng Shui Bureau.

“Jiang Jiu, on the other hand, it happens to be Jiu Jiang. Could this man use a pseudonym? ”

There was no valuable gain, Chen Guo put away the red coat around him, took away the key of the youngest boy, and started walking forward.

The actor in the haunted house seems to have been notified that none of the real actors can see, instead, there are a lot of projections, the density has reached a perverted level, a few steps will flash one.

The 60-minute tour time has passed and Chen Gong is still wandering around in the scene. It's not that he doesn't want to go out, it's just too many scenes.

This is also the first time that a central computer has done so, and many scenarios have actually been forced out without being built, and there is a certain danger.

Chen Gong cleared several small scenes, the difficulty of the haunted house had passed the peak, and the ghosts appeared less and less frequently. He estimated that all scenes were about to be cleared. He hurried to find a place where no one could take off his homicidal coat.

Wearing a ghost house actor's clothes is cool, but he can't just shake it out, the purpose has been accomplished, or it's better to keep a low profile.

“I didn't expect to end up in a haunted house, I was all alone in the haunted house, so lonely. ”