His calf was weak and his whole body was drained. Ma Tian didn't dare to turn his sight. He could already feel the changes of the two tourists around him.

As he approached, he looked out through the gap in the cabinet door. Bai Qiulin, who was tilted, pressed the cabinet door with one hand.

Just when Ma Tian thought Bai Qiulin would open the cabinet door, who knew that Bai Qiulin actually took out a lock and slowly locked the cabinet door!

Seeing these, Ma Tian finally understood everything before he fell into a coma.

"So the three of them... are all ghosts!"

The screams echoed in the Living Coffin Village, and Brother Wang and Sister Mao were also hearing them.

"Ma Tianping is the most steady at the time. He can scare him and scream. He must have encountered something extremely terrifying."

Sister Mao's heart sank into the bottom of the valley, and five people came in, and three people disappeared in less than fifteen minutes.

The most terrifying thing is that she still doesn't know what happened to her companions.

The cold sweat on her forehead couldn't stop flowing down. She was different from Ye Xiaoxin. She was not brave enough, so she formed a team to enter the haunted house for evaluation.

"Your friends don't seem to be very reliable." Brother Wang was in poor physical strength and could not do it if he ran far.

"This haunted house is so evil!" She was extremely nervous, and Sister Mao took off her disguise. She no longer wasted her expression to maintain her cute appearance, and her mind was full of all kinds of horror scenes.

"Let's exit the scene first, don't suffer when you want to be faced."

"good."

Sister Mao helped Brother Wang, and the two returned to the center of the village. Looking at the streets, both of them were stunned.

“Which route did we take when we came?”

"Brother Wang, the question now is not which one to go! There weren't so many roads when we came!" Sister Mao was almost crying.

"Calm down, don't forget what you do." Brother Wang took out his cell phone: "Luckily, I recorded the video when I came."

He swiped the screen and found a path that looked almost the same as when he came.

"It should be this one."

The two of them walked in the road, but the more they walked, the more they felt something was wrong.

"When we entered the village, we only walked for a few minutes and arrived at the center of the village. Why did we feel more and more gloomy when we walked out?" Sister Mao looked at Brother Wang's cell phone: "Are we mistaken?"

As time goes by, the scene of the Living Coffin Village begins to slowly reveal real horror. The white paper lanterns on both sides of the street emit a faint red light, and everything becomes different.

"Is it really wrong?" Brother Wang compared his mobile phone. The road was very similar to the street in the video at the beginning, but the more he walked, the more he was: "Then let's go back to the center of the village and choose another one."

"Maybe I can't go back." Sister Mao grabbed Brother Wang's hand and ran into the yard next to her. As soon as the two hid in the yard, they heard the sound of children singing on the street.

"In a blink of an eye, five days have passed, and the dead are in the ground for peace. The suona is played with a sad tune, and the foreign drums and horns are cheering."

Two children with blood-red masks jumped past the door. They looked only seven or eight years old, and their voices were very crisp, but combined with the current environment, they gave people a very gloomy and weird feeling.

"It seems like I've gone far."

Sister Mao wanted to look out, but was stopped by Brother Wang: "Don't go out! What if the two children were lying at the door at this time? If this haunted house really had no lower limit as you said, then they were likely to do such a thing."

"But staying here is not a solution." Sister Mao tightened her collar: "Brother Wang, have you noticed that the temperature has dropped a little?"

"No, you probably are too nervous." Brother Wang was very cautious. He took his cell phone and looked around: "Check this yard and clean up a safe place first."

The white paper lantern emitted a light red light, and an indescribable smell spread in the air. The sand on both sides was loosening, and the dead locust tree shook gently.

"Is this the mechanism controlling?" Brother Wang looked at the shaking locust tree and pushed the trunk with his hands. He originally wanted to see what the mechanism was controlling the vibration of the tree, but who knew that the locust tree was pushed down suddenly: "The props were made too unsolid."

As soon as Brother Wang finished speaking, Sister Mao pulled him hard: "Brother Wang, look under the tree!"

Under the dead locust tree is a pit with a corpse inserted into it, with the feet of the corpse exposed.

"What is this design?" Brother Wang and Sister Mao didn't expect that something would be buried under the locust tree.

"The tree is just an ordinary locust tree. There is no mechanism. Could it be that the feet below are moving, causing the tree above to tremble? The mechanism is actually on the corpse below?" Brother Wang stared at the corpse model inserted in the pit. He killed his curiosity in time and avoided the pit: "It's such a perverted scene arrangement."

Sister Mao followed Brother Wang and grabbed Brother Wang's arm: "Do you still want to go to the house?"

"You let me think about it." Brother Wang was holding his cell phone, and he was a little scared now.

The two of them stopped in the middle of the yard, and suddenly there was a sound of water splashes from some direction, as if a fish jumped out of the water.

The surroundings were very quiet. It was difficult for both of them to not pay attention.

"The sound seems to be coming from the water tank." Sister Mao hid behind Brother Wang. She had forgotten her identity as an assessor in the haunted house, and also forgot that the makeup on her face had already scared her, and she looked a little better than a ghost.

"Let's go and take a look." Brother Wang plucked up the courage to get close to the water tank. He couldn't feel any strange place when he got close. It was a very ordinary water tank, but a white ball was floating on the water surface.

"When I entered the yard just now, there was no floating thing on the water tank!" Brother Wang couldn't figure out: "Where did that white ball come from?"

The light was very dark and I couldn't see clearly. I walked to the water tank and Brother Wang and Sister Mao suddenly heard the sound of fish spitting bubbles.

"The ball is spitting bubbles?"

Brother Wang leaned forward, and he turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it at the water tank.

The light pierced the water surface and illuminated the round "ball".

My mouth slightly opened, it was not a ball at all, it was a soaked and white head!

With a thud, the ghost in the water tank suddenly rushed out, and the sudden strong light seemed to remind it of something unpleasant.

The swollen and white face rushed straight to his eyes. Brother Wang was so scared that he threw his phone out. He ran back frantically, but he tripped by something before he could take a few steps.

He looked at the flat ground in his memory. At this time, the corpse model that was originally facing up in the pit turned heads up!

A face smirked, as if it was about to emerge from the tree pit.

Brother Wang was weak and crawling desperately outside the house, but at this moment, the child's singing rang out of the gate again.
Chapter completed!