Chapter 349: What about my hand?

Shortly after Huang Mao entered the house, two children with blood-red faces poked out of Xi Jiao.
In such a strange and terrifying scene, Bai Qiulin seemed to have not seen it, and walked beside Zixi Jiao.
The white paper lantern hanging on the door shook a few times and suddenly went out, making the old house even darker.
White letters were posted on the walls, and Huang Mao stood alone in the house: "This house is much larger than the ones I've been to before. There must be a lot of organs."
He was courageous, but it did not mean he was stupid. The atmosphere in the house was not normal, which he already felt.
"Yellow Star ..."
Someone was faintly shouting his name in his ear, but it didn't sound true, as if it came from the main hall.
"Are you calling me?" As he settled down to listen carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.
"There should be a matching surround sound device. I really can't see that in such a dilapidated scene, such expensive equipment will be installed."
A heart had been lifted, and Huang Mao slowly approached the main hall. He carefully pushed the door open.
There was a tragic white curtain hanging in the room, which was obviously a happy event, but it was done like a funeral.
"It's really a nuptial marriage. I have played similar scenes and there is nothing new."
"Yellow Star ..."
Huang Mao said to himself, he said half of that strange voice rang again, this time he heard more clearly.
"It sounds familiar!"
It's a strange feeling that the person calling his name should be an acquaintance in his life, but he just can't remember who that person is.
The dilapidated old house, paper money on the ground, and white letters on the walls. There was no change in the surrounding environment, but the feeling for Huang Mao was a little different, and it seemed a little more eerie.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew behind him, his neck was cold, and Huang Mao turned sharply: "Who?"
"What are you panicking about? It's me." Bai Qiulin turned around with one hand and turned around in the room.
Seeing other tourists, Huang Mao loosed his breath: "Did you hear a woman talking just now?"
"No." Bai Qiulin looked at the layout in the house, but he hadn't been too far from the door.
"I clearly heard someone shouting my name." Huang Mao glanced outside the door, and two children with blood-red faces jumped and ran over: "Someone outside!"
Bai Qiulin also glanced at the gate, and there was only an empty street outside the door: "Are you sick? Who is there?"
"Lying trough! Really! Two children, what is still painted on their faces." Huang Mao tried to describe the appearance of the two children.
"Do you think a haunted house would invite such a small child to be a ghost and scary? If it's not a dummy, it's because you read it wrong."
When Bai Qiulin returned his gaze, two children protruded from the gate.
"I'm right!" Huang Mao just looked at the two children this time, and he rushed out with one arrow: "I'll grab them for you later!"
Huang Mao rushed to the door in one breath, but the two children disappeared again. The street was empty, except for the paper money, only the Xijiao was shaking gently.
"What about people? It's weird. I'll be out in a few seconds. Where can they go?"
"Yellow Star ..."
Huang Mao shuddered suddenly, and the voice of the woman came again in his ear: "Why did I get closer to me after I ran outside? It felt like I was lying on my ear and said to me The same. "
He took out his phone's lighting and wanted to find a hidden sound, but he just turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, and a woman's voice came again in his ear.
"Yellow Star ..."
The voice moved closer, and it felt like he was going to go deep into his mind.
"Xiemen, it's too evil." Huang Mao visited many haunted houses for the first time and encountered such a situation: "You can't stay alone, get your wedding dress and join the cat sister quickly."
Turning back to the main hall, Huang Mao suddenly found a more terrifying thing Bai Qiulin was gone! A large living person disappeared in silence like this!
"What about people?"
A rare emotion spread in Huang Mao's heart, and he felt a trace of fear.
"Bai Qiulin!" Huang Mao shouted the name of the tall, thin man. He slowly walked into the bedroom.
This room is different from other rooms. The beds are all red, but they don't seem to feel a little festive. Instead, they feel a little bloody. It seems that instead of paint, it is blood.
"Looking at the girl's boudoir, should the wedding dress be here?" Huang Mao walked forward a few steps, and a bunch of thin red lines fell on the ground, which was particularly conspicuous in the white paper money on the ground.
He walked over those red threads and walked to the bed. Big red pillows and bedding were thrown together. There were messy things such as needles and scissors on the bed, but he didn't have the wedding dress he was looking for.
In the place where the wedding dress should appear most, but did not see that wedding dress, Huang Mao gritted his teeth: "I knew it would not be so simple."
He lifted off the bedding on the bed, and he could clearly see the blood spots, and he did what he did.
"Yellow Star, look down ..."
When Huang Mao concentrated on rummaging, the woman's voice appeared in his mind without warning.
When people are very nervous, they will be startled when they are tapped on their shoulders, let alone a voice rang directly in their heads.
Huang Mao almost sat on the ground, he was holding the bed with one hand, very nervous.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists in both hands: "Not like sound effects! This is definitely not sound effects!"
He twisted his arm and his heart jumped: "That voice just said one more time, yes! She said look down!"
Looking away, Huang Mao found that all the red lines in the room extended from under the bed.
"Under the bed?"
His throat knotted, and he slowly squatted down, grasping the edge of the bed with one hand and the ground with his other hand, his head tilted toward the bottom of the bed.
His eyes were constantly moving down, and every nerve of Huang Mao was tense. He clenched his teeth, and when his head was about to reach under the bed, a hand came out suddenly!
"groove!"
Huang Mao sat down on the ground with his hands supporting his body and crawling backwards. He was horrified: "It seemed like a broken hand just now! There is no arm, only a hand!"
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Looking around, Huang Mao found out that Bai Qiulin was standing behind him: "You are so scared to death! I just went there!"
"Turn around casually, yes, what do you see under the bed?" Bai Qiulin asked curiously.
"A broken hand, it doesn't feel like someone is manipulating, and suddenly it came out from under the bed." Huang Mao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his calf was still trembling: "We are going to leave here quickly, you come and pull I'll do it. "
After Huang Mao finished speaking, he directly grabbed Bai Qiulin's left hand, but he caught an empty hand.
Holding Bai Qiulin's empty sleeves in his hand, Huang Mao's expression was a bit dull, and his brain could not turn for a while: "You, your hands?"
The neck was twisted and twisted, as if it had been hit by a huge impact from the fall of the tall building. Bai Qiulin Qiqiao bleeds outward. He looked at his empty left arm sleeve with a happy smile on his face.
"Yes, what about my hand?"