Chapter 57: Horror nightmare

Du Yan just came to the berth, and the radio on the train just sounded.
"The fault ahead has been eliminated and the train will start soon ..."
Du Yan looked out the window and still saw a lot of indistinct shadows, but it was no longer as crowded as before.
He took another look at Xiao Lang who came back, thinking to himself, that the actor in this movie is indeed a living calamity.
With the start of the train, the somewhat depressing atmosphere just became active.
Liang Fei was the first to speak. He patted his chest and put on the expression of the rest of his life after the disaster, saying, "Oh, was this journey just so exciting at the beginning? I think I should take a shake Something about Weibo, maybe it will bring you there as an online celebrity tourist attraction. "
Xiao Lang smiled and said, "Thank you, no need. You send this vibrato, where is the propaganda, it is clearly a hurry."
Tian Luo had a lingering fear, and said, "I knew that I wouldn't tell those ghost stories just now. It happened that at this time, the more I talked, the more scary."
Zhou Tian just sat up straight from Wei Zizhe's arms and said, "But those ghost stories are still quite emotional."
Wei Zizhe laughed at her: "Come on, you were crying just now. You are so young, you just like to listen to ghost stories and watch horror movies."
Zhou Tian gave him a white look and said, "It's just because I'm timid that listening to ghost stories is exciting. Okay, you engineering students don't understand the romance of our liberal arts students."
Everyone joked and laughed, the train had left the long tunnel that seemed endless, and the feeling of being bathed in the light again was extremely comfortable and beautiful.
After the Wanlingling Tunnel, there is a smooth road ahead, but half an hour later, the train arrived at Shunping Station.
Shunping is a small station, and the only people who get off the bus are Xiao Lang and his friends, and Du Yan who came here to collect the name.
From the train station, Xiao Lang took everyone directly to a hotel near his house.
In recent years, Shunping is preparing to vigorously develop the tourism industry. Locals have seized business opportunities and opened many characteristic hotels.
This hotel is one of them, and it is very classically designed from the lobby to the rooms. According to the front desk, the theme of each room is different, and many of the furniture in it are old furniture and old objects that the owner has specially retrieved from the countryside.
Xiao Lang's parents happened to be away from home these two days, so he simply lived here together, just because everyone had a companion, and it was convenient when going out to play.
Wei Zizhe and his girlfriend, Liang Fei and Xu Yuan, the rest is naturally Xiao Lang and Du Yan.
The three rooms were properly arranged. Several people took their room cards and were preparing to go up, but Tian Luo appeared at the door.
He smiled a little embarrassedly: "I went home just now and found that my parents went to the countryside to see grandparents, and I was bored at home alone. Can I go around with you these days?"
When Xiao Lang heard him say this, it was not easy to refuse directly, so he promised: "I will go to the front desk to open a room."
The rooms in this hotel did have their own characteristics. Xiao Lang and his party were interested, so they visited each room together.
The last room was a single room opened by Xiao Lang to Tian Luo.
The bed in the room turned out to be an exquisite carving bed with a top veil. The whole room was like a boudoir of a famous lady in ancient times, letting people walk through time and space.
Liang Fei joked: "Wei Zizhe, Zhou Tian, ​​let's just sleep in this room, and experience the ancient candle-lit night."
Zhou Tian shook her head again and again: "I still like the one just now, there is no need to change."
Du Yan stood in front of the stepping bed and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said to Xiao Lang, "Sorry, can you let me live in this room?"
Xiao Lang was hesitant: "But I already said that I would live for Tian Luo ..."
Tian Luo quickly said, "It doesn't matter, I can live anywhere."
Du Yan smiled: "Thank you. I just feel that this room is quite sensible, maybe it can inspire."
After hearing from Du Yan, Xiao Lang couldn't say more, so he agreed to the room arrangement.
It's not too late, let's discuss it and decide to walk around around today and then go back to the hotel and have a good rest. Wait for the next day to play a little further away.
In Du Yan's room, apart from the huge step bed, some historical decorations are a very old style clock.
When checking in, the front desk explained that the clock in the room is just for decoration. It wo n’t ring on time, so do n’t worry about affecting your sleep.
Right now, the night was deep. There was only a small night light left in the room, and the light could only illuminate less than one meter, and the other places were completely dark.
Clang-clang-clang-
The clock in the room rang in this silent night.
Du Yan opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and drowsy, and he quietly counted the bells for a full twelve.
After the last bell rang, there was some gloom in the room that was supposed to be dark.
Du Yan's sleeping bed was supposed to be full of time imprints, the delicate carvings were full of signs of wear, and the paint was peeling off so that the original color could hardly be seen.
However, the situation is now very different. This is clearly a brand new barbed bed, bright red color, delicate carvings, and bright red bed mantles hanging down.
Everything in front of him is clearly a decoration of an ancient cave house with candle night.
Du Yan sat up from the bed and looked towards the window.
Where should I put the sofa, but now
It's a dressing table. There was a man sitting in front of the dresser, and his long hair fell to the ground.
She wore a delicate red wedding dress with delicate embroidery, her delicate hands in the faint light, as white as a jade carving.
This graceful woman reached out and picked up a wooden comb on the table. On her slender wrist was a green jade bracelet. If it was a candle-lit night at this time, the scene would be beautiful.
The woman picked up the comb, her movements were elegant, and she started combing her gorgeous black hair like satin.
In this case, Du Yan was very strange, but she looked natural, sitting motionless on the bed, watching the woman comb her hair.
After a long time.
The faint voice sounded: "Have a hair as a husband and wife, the white heads are not apart ..."
The woman kept saying this sentence repeatedly, but her hair combing hands became faster and heavier. The head of black hair was tangled in a comb and was torn from her scalp.
Finally, her weight was as strong as if she wanted to tear her entire head off her neck. Only a click was heard, and the skull on his shoulders folded at a right angle of ninety degrees.
Even with this twist, the woman in red was still combing her hair until all the hair had fallen to the ground, leaving only a bare scalp.
Her hands still did not stop, so the wooden comb fell on the scalp, and the scalp was combed with blood.
Finally she stopped, lowered her comb, stood up and slowly turned around.
The woman tilted her head, opened her red lips and said to Du Yan, "Fu Jun, do you think I'm beautiful?"
She had a charming look and a soft voice. If she didn't look at her twisted neck and scalp, it would be a shame for a newly married woman.
Du Yan finally moved. He got out of bed, stood up, and walked slowly to the woman.
The woman stood still, but raised her face slightly, letting her horrible face completely exposed.
Her skin was very white, and rouge on her lips looked very rosy. The most special is her eyes, which are very dark and black, and the whole eye sockets are thick black, without a trace of white eyes.
Du Yan just looked at this horrible face, his face was not changed, and he looked carefully, as if he was really a peerless beauty in front of him.
The woman spoke again, soft and gentle, as if whispering with her lover from the bottom of the bed: "Do you think I am beautiful, husband?"
Du Yan raised her hand, as if to touch the face of a female ghost, and he said softly: "Qing Benjia, why do you have nostalgia for this filthy world?
The woman laughed, and the laughter was long, echoing in the empty room for a long time. She said, "Of course it is for you, Lang Jun."
Du Yan seemed deceived, and put her fingers on the woman's neck, her head lowered slightly.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.
The comer yelled, "Du Yan, don't be fooled by her, she is a ghost!"
Du Yan was stiff, looked up, and found that it was Xiao Lang. There was a piece of rune paper at his fingertips, which was slightly golden light, and went out when he saw Xiao Lang.
Xiao Lang's words came to an end, and he stepped into Du Yan's body a few steps, dragged him behind him, and then kicked to the female ghost again.
According to common sense, Xiao Lang is still an individual and should not touch the body of a female ghost. However, the situation in front of her was that the female ghost was kicked and kicked, and fell to the corner with a scream, and then disappeared.
Du Yan was really stunned this time, stunned in place.
what is happening? Not to mention how Xiao Lang suddenly appeared in his room, why he was able to attack this female ghost and let this female ghost disappear into the world.
Xiao Yan had turned back before Du Yan had thought of it.
He looked at Du Yan with a look of righteousness, and said righteously: "You are too unprepared, the female ghost is not right at first sight, weird, you can still be like this The child's goods are confused. "
Xiao Lang said as he grabbed Du Yan's hand. He raised his horns and wiped Du Yan's hand with the female ghost just now with a look of disgust.
After physical contact, Du Yan noticed something wrong. Xiao Lang held his hand without temperature, fluttering lightly.
Xiao Lang in front of him is not a human, but he is not a ghost. He is now more solid than a ghost, and has no resentment, but is angry.
This state is clearly the separation of the soul, after understanding the situation, Du Yan settled down.
He looked at Xiao Lang and smiled gently: "Thank you very much for coming to save me. In order to show my thanks, then I ..."
Du Yan's words did not finish, he just raised his hand gently, forefinger slightly at Xiao Lang's eyebrow.
The tall Xiao Lang fell to the ground.
Du Yan lifted up Xiao Lang with only one hand, and opened the door and went out. The door of Xiao Lang's room was closed, but it was not difficult for Du Yan.
Du Yan went downstairs, found the front desk, and said directly to the front desk lady on duty: "Sorry, I forgot to bring my room card while chatting in another room. My friend slept too well and the door could not be opened."
The lady at the front desk was naturally impressed with Du Yan's outstanding appearance. In addition, the room number he reported was also one of the several rooms just opened, so he took the spare room card and gave it to Du Yan.
Du Yan entered the door very quietly, and did not wake the people inside.
The sharp soul of Xiao Lang, who was holding his sharp hand, shoved back Xiao Lang's body lying on the bed, and then quickly left the room without leaving a trace.