Chapter 198:

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Since you can't escape, you can only choose to face it.
The reincarnations stood in place and tightened their bodies. No one ran back out of control. Everyone looked at the dark path in front of them.
A pyramid appeared in Wen Wenwen's hand. The tower was golden. As soon as it appeared, there was golden circulation, just like the Pyramid of Khufu shrunk several times.
Xiao Li couldn't help but glanced twice, and was discovered by Wen Wenwen. He didn't dare to make a sound, but quietly lip-synched to Xiao Li: [Be safe, take it out first. 】
After all, after the ghost appeared, he would pick up all the soft persimmons and kill him first, but he didn't even have time to take out the props. Isn't it just that he died before he was out of the teacher, and he just folds inside for nothing.
I don't know if the protective props in the shape of a pyramid played a role, the friction sound that was getting closer and closer to the crowd stopped in the middle.
But the road in front of them was still pitch black, and they couldn't enter within half a meter of the intersection, stand still, and couldn't see what was ahead.
However, when everyone was silent, suddenly, this road began to spread forward, like a kind of swamp, which swallowed the area where everyone was in an instant, but it was also an instant matter. This road was fast. After spreading, it disappeared directly.
The road in front of me changed back to the road leading to other cinemas. The incandescent lamp above my head illuminates the road ahead, and everything looks normal.
"No, what's going on?" Wen Wenwen was stunned, and looked at the others, with a "thunder and rain" on his face, "I just used life-saving items. Nothing happened yet, just disappeared?"
"His."
As soon as his voice fell, suddenly the voice rang again.
This time, the friction sound became clearer, as if something was swaying on the ground and being dragged forward continuously.
The place where the sound was made before was in the dark road, but now, it seems to be in a place not far from the reincarnation, and it sounds like it may be a few rooms away.
Kesia frowned, tried to distinguish the direction of the person who came, thought for a while, and analyzed: "It doesn't seem to have disappeared, but that'that thing' was put in the cinema."
"His hiss..."
The source of the sound was closer. Although I didn't see it, everyone was sure that it was a living creature and it was coming out of a room, because everyone could hear the door opening and closing.
"run!"
Wen Wenwen let out a roar as he heard the sound getting closer, and the first one started to run in the opposite direction from the sound.
The others did not hesitate, and followed him immediately.
This movie theater is very large, with 20 viewing halls inside, which are divided into upper and lower floors. They are now on the first floor.
Previously, the reincarnations tried to run out of the door, but were obstructed by the dark road and had to go back. At this moment, they seemed to have lost the obstacle. As long as they could run out of the cinema before the thing could catch up with themselves, they should Can escape.
However, no matter how the reincarnations turn halfway, the sound of friction behind them always follows, even listening to the sound to judge them, getting closer to them.
Wen Wenwen did not dare to slow down at his feet, but at the same time he was distracted to listen for a moment, and found that if they continued at this speed, they would definitely be overtaken by the other party before they sprinted out of the cinema in secret.
During the run, Bruce also discovered this, and he whispered: "Why is this thing directed at us? Even if we break the rules, according to the dungeon rules, we should first follow the experience Xu Jiaheng suffered..."
Wen Wenwen often exercises as soon as he sees it, and while running while talking, his breath is so steady: "You are right, this thing should be aimed at the characters in the plot, but it hit us—"
He said this, but suddenly stopped.
Wen Wenwen didn't stop running on his own initiative, but was stopped by Xiao Li.
Xiao Li doesn't have as good physical stamina as his. He tilted his head to look at him and took a few breaths before saying, "Wait."
At the time of speaking, the friction sound got closer. In addition to the "hissing" sound made when the object touched the smooth marble floor, there was also a vaguely "pop" sound of a thin object hitting the ground.
Wen Wenwen was a little anxious: "Comrade Sherlock, let's go out and say something, you--"
"Don't talk." Xiao Li curbed his pant, "Shut up."
Wen Wenwen looked at him and immediately obediently swallowed the rest of the words back. The whole passage was quiet for a while, and even the breathing was barely audible.
In the eyes of everyone in dismay or anxiety, the rubbing sound suddenly stopped, leaving only the boring sound of "pop" in the distance.
Wen Wenwen posed in a running posture, and asked with lips: [...sound? 】
[Guess it. Xiao Li tilted his head and glanced in the direction of the rubbing sound for several times, [If it was aimed at the little boy, but it turned its attention to us, then there must be something attracting it. 】
All of them stood there for a while as if they had been pressed the pause button.
At the same time, the thing that made the rubbing sound did not move forward or retreat, as if it was standing in place, solidified in place with them.
Tsuruta's brows moved slightly, and he lip-shaped: [Then what shall we do? Once it makes a sound, it will chase us again...]
Before he finished his mouth gesture, the voice paused for a moment, then suddenly appeared again, and the direction of the voice was towards the samsara.
[What is going on? Wen Wenwen opened his mouth wide, sweat oozes from his forehead, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, tangled between running and not running.
The sound of friction in the distance stopped again, and before they could discuss it again, it approached again just like the mood of a reincarnation player.
This time, it didn't stop.
In the nervous sight of everyone, Xiao Li looked around in a circle, and suddenly took a step to the right. He reached out and pinched the corner of Jin Handong's clothes.
Jin Handong: "......???"
Xiao Li didn't explain much, he gripped the corner of the other party's clothes tightly in the palm of his hand.
Strange to say, when he grabbed the hem of his clothes, the voice stopped again.
Everyone's eyes focused on the corner of Jin Handong's clothes.
What's wrong with this corner?
After Jin Handong's initial consternation passed, he did realize it and moved his lips silently: [Sound of friction? 】
Xiao Li nodded.
Jin Handong was unable to maintain a motionless posture for a long time because he was standing against the wall, and his body rubbed against the corner of the wall with slight tremors, making an inaudible sound.
So the rubbing sound appeared again, and when it sounded, Jin Handong concentrated on listening to the sound, his body was far from the corner, and the rubbing sound stopped again.
So it goes back and forth.
Knowing what happened, Jin Handong hurriedly stood on tiptoe and gently moved away from the corner of the wall without any collision.
In order to prevent the corners of her clothes from falling apart again, Xiao Li still held the piece of fabric. Before Jin Handong could move to a safe place, Shen Mirzhi, who was standing behind him, grabbed his hand unhappily and moved that place. The corners of the clothes were torn out.
Shen Mirage lowered his eyes slightly, it seemed that there was something wrong with his emotions. He looked at Xiao Li, for a long time, and said to him in a serious manner: [I won't touch it anymore, you can let go. 】
Xiao Li vaguely felt that Shen Mirage had become familiar with his style since he heard that he had insomnia because of the other party, but he couldn't match the specific characters for a while.
Shen Mirage saw that he hadn't moved, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the corners of other people's clothes in Xiao Li's hands.
Xiao Li had originally planned to let go. He let go of the other person's intentions, and did not look at the youth next to him, but instead turned to the monster that made the sound
Even this little friction can be heard, but they can't hear their breathing. This may be a rule restriction.
But in that case, this thing must be very sensitive to sound...
Xiao Li took out the small yellow notebook from his pocket and wrote a word on it. A black microphone with a cut cord sprang out of the small yellow notebook and floated in the air.
While he was doing these actions, the sound of friction in the distance got closer and closer, this time it seemed that he had reached the corner, and would appear in this corridor at any time.
Xiao Li: "I told you before that you will meet those of the same kind. Now is the time."
The KTV ghost living in the microphone didn't know if he just woke up, and he was a little confused: "What?"
Xiao Li: "It's time for you to shine."
Fu Zige: "Ah? What am I going to do?"
Xiao Li pondered for a moment: "Scream."
Just call it.
"Scream loudly." Xiao Li had already plugged his ears, and saw Fu Zige's confused look, he added.
The microphone trembled in mid-air, and it looked left and then again, and finally understood its current situation: "Wait, I don't want it, I—"
Fu Zige didn't finish a word, and was hit hard.
It was because of the lamp ghost who was impatient to hear their conversation. Xiao Bulb thought about his decisive and touching self-sacrifice in the exhibition hall. Now he ran out of it automatically, very much to the arduous conversation of his colleagues. Dissatisfied, he slammed the microphone into the opposite side with his own body.
Fu Zige: "Ah ah ah -"
Worthy of being a KTV ghost, a man who dreams of becoming a singer, screams tortuously and reverberantly, the end sound even has such a rising charm, the trembling warm and steady writing almost breaks the eardrum.
At the corner, Fu Zige saw the true face of the ghost.
That is one, or a tuft of meat, with big ears, like lop-eared rabbits. The flesh on the ears is covered with countless bloodshot eyes. It just covers the floor like a big drum and drags behind it. Countless legs crawling on the ground like a centipede.
Fu Zi's song hoarse: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Is this the ghost in the so-called "dungeon"? It looks so terrible, so powerful, so ugly!
Fu Zige was terrified!
The ear ghost on the opposite side suffered double noise attacks at the same time. This microphone not only screamed loudly at it, even the noise of the microphone's sound rushed into its sensitive ears.
The bloodshot burst in an instant.
It couldn't help but growl in pain, backed up quickly, and instinctively wanted to stay away from the sound source.
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