Superman's Journey

Chapter 271

This ghost mansion whose origin is unknown is indeed very large, and even people can freely pass through it on a small car.

The circular corridor of the mansion connects the entire second floor, and on both sides of the corridor, there are wooden doors that are staggered from each other.

The wooden door is tightly closed, except for a keyhole, there is no other way to see the situation inside the house. Wait, the keyhole?

Lincoln, who was riding a small car, stopped. He looked at the keys in the car basket and thought for a while, then turned back and found the little girl who was still covering her face and crying: "Do you want to take the windmill back?"

Hearing Lincoln's voice, the little girl stopped crying, raised her head, and nodded pitifully: "Yes!"

"That's good." Lincoln took out the keys from the car basket, pointed to the door in the middle of the second floor, and said, "Go and open the door, and I'll return the windmill to you."

Looking at the colorful windmill and keys, and then at the closed wooden door, the little girl showed a trace of fear in her eyes: "No, it won't work. Mom will scold me."

"Is that so?" Lincoln was silent for a while, then stood up: "Then how about adding this car?"

Looking at the small tricycle and windmill, the little girl's eyes were full of longing. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and took the key from Lincoln's hand: "Okay, okay. But I will only open one door for you."

"No problem!" Lincoln readily agreed, and then watched her walk to the largest door with the key carefully, and inserted the key in.

squeak-

The sound of the door hinges rubbing against the wood was so loud in the silent mansion, and as the tightly-fitting door was opened, wisps of thick Yin Qi were instantly released from it.

There was a loud bang, and the huge force suddenly opened the door that had only been opened by a gap.

The deep Yin Qi spread in the room, and the strands that seeped out were as terrifying as black flames.

Boom-boom-
The sound of footsteps with heels on the wooden floor came from the room, and as the yin was removed, a woman in a cheongsam appeared in front of Lincoln.

She looked at the little girl with a sullen face, stretched out her hand to grab it, and a whip was caught in her hand: "You are disobedient again!"

"I, I didn't!" There was a trace of fear in the little girl's eyes, pointing to Lincoln: "He asked me to drive!"

The woman didn't listen to her sophistry at all, and just waved down the whip in her hand.

Snapped!
The sound of the whip was crisp, and the little girl was immediately pulled to the ground, and a bloodstain appeared, but the woman didn't stop, but kept waving the whip in her hand until the little girl fell completely motionless in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the girl was breathing in less air and exhaling more, the woman looked at Lincoln again, her face was cold and her body was full of yin: "How did you get in?"

Lincoln didn't answer her, but just looked at the slender whip. He couldn't help but think of what he had done to Wonder Woman.

The woman noticed something strange in Lincoln's eyes, but she didn't know what Lincoln was going to do, and finally let out a scream: "Housekeeper! Come out!"

click-

The wooden door on the side rang, and the door that was originally locked opened, and at this moment, Lincoln moved.

Binding with a rope is a profound knowledge, playing tortoise shell binding with a rope is even more superb, and playing with binding on ghosts is something that only a genius like Lincoln can do.

The wooden door opened, and the butler with a dead face like a zombie appeared in the corridor, but the first thing he saw was Lincoln and the little girl who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the ground, his face froze: "Ma'am?"

Bound by Lincoln with a shameful tortoise shell, and hung in mid-air from the railing of the corridor on the second floor, the evil spirit had never imagined that he would be treated like this, and immediately screamed: "Kill him! Kill me!" killed him!"

A screeching sound that didn't look like a human being sounded, and a strong Yin Qi spread from her body, completely shattering the illusion of being human.

The ragged clothes and thousands of criss-crossing bloodstains covered her whole body like a net, and she struggled crazily while being hung in the air.

However, under the influence of Lincoln's idealism, even if she is an evil ghost, she cannot solve the difficulties she is currently encountering.

Madam's order made the butler look at Lincoln with a bad expression, but before he could do anything, he grabbed the girl on the ground: "Little master, it's not safe here, you have to go back to your room and wait."

While talking, he choked on the girl's arm and pushed her into the closet in the room. Regardless of her being unable to move, he closed the closet door and looked at Lincoln: "My guest, here You are not welcome."

Facing the butler's gaze, Lincoln raised his hands: "Okay, okay, can I go now?"

"No!" The butler's face darkened, and Lincoln suddenly felt a chill descending on him: "You have to go to the police station to talk first."

The extreme chill seemed to come from the depths of the bone marrow, and it wanted to completely freeze the human body from bones and joints to muscles and skin.

Lincoln only let him use it for a while, and he felt that many joints on his body had become a whole, making it difficult to move, and even those joints that were still movable could always feel a kind of external resistance.

Seeing that Lincoln's movements gradually became rigid, the butler, who was originally stiff like a zombie, became deformed and distorted a little bit.

The bones were broken, the muscles were torn, and every part of its body seemed to be broken. Bloodstains continued to protrude from the wound, and even white bone balls could be seen from the blurred wound.

Moving his body, the butler approached Lincoln step by step, grabbed his arm and led him towards a small dark room that seemed to have no room for an adult: "Stop the confinement, close the confinement!"

"Good guy! Are you in confinement?" Lincoln looked at the small black room as if: "The house where my grandfather's ashes are kept is bigger than this house."

While talking, there was a burst of strength in his body, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow dissipated instantly. Under the eyes of the butler who didn't know why, Lincoln grabbed his throat with his backhand, and after a violent beating, he was forced into the small room. In the dark room.

The small black room was so small that a normal adult would never be able to fit it in, but the hideous wound on the butler's body greatly helped Lincoln to perform.

A moment later, the butler, who had completely lost his human form, was forced into the small black room by Lincoln, with his head facing the unclosed wooden door.

Seemingly aware of what he would encounter next, the housekeeper's eyes were full of horror, and he kept screaming and trying to escape: "Let me out! Let me out!"

"Get out? Get out, you hammer!" Lincoln snorted coldly, and slammed the door of the small black room firmly.

(End of this chapter)