I'm stuck in a horror game for 100 years

Chapter 100 Happy Valley of Horror ([-])
Jiang Tong scanned the courtyard, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, whether he had time traveled to some kind of ancient costume TV series.

But he didn't waste too much time.

Go straight to the main room.

The woman crying at the beginning of the haunted house is obviously a hidden reminder. With the idea of ​​quickly clearing the haunted house and getting a high score, Jiang Tong thinks it is better to explore the main wing first.

Whether it's red or white, the main room must have the most clues.

However, just when Jiang Tong stepped into the courtyard.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

The white paper lanterns hanging around the courtyard of the mansion shook wildly.

Just when the dark wind blowing from nowhere was blowing wantonly.

The scene before Jiang Tong's eyes suddenly changed.

In the quiet and deserted courtyard, a group of people wearing ancient gowns suddenly appeared.

One of them was a very old man, standing in the middle of the yard, wearing glasses, and holding a dragon head stick in his hand.

Behind the old man stood a middle-aged couple, and behind the couple were servants dressed as domestic servants.

Obviously, these are people from the mansion.

From the eyes of the couple and servants behind the old man, we can know that this old man is the real head of the family.

On the opposite side of this group of people, that is, in front of Jiang Tong standing.

It was a middle-aged man and a young man in fine clothes, and behind them were several servants carrying loads, with some red boxes in them.

"Is this haunted house so advanced? Is there a scene rehearsal? Or is it just a reenactment of a supernatural event?"

"It seems to be the beginning of a red event."

Jiang Tong did not act rashly.

Just quietly watching everything in front of you.

"Old master, is that the day fixed? I have given all the dowry gifts as agreed."

The middle-aged man opposite the old man spoke first.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Tong guessed, it was the link of door-to-door marriage proposal.

"Don't worry, this marriage between our Yunliu family was settled in black and white. Of course, I, Yunjingshan, will not go back on my word." Hearing the middle-aged man's question, the old lady said immediately.

The tone is majestic, obviously he has been highly respected for many years.

"Haha, of course I can trust Mrs. Yun's words, but, this Miss Yunyan, I heard some rumors recently, and I don't seem to be very willing. On that day, if something went wrong, then the face of my Liu family, wouldn't it be..."

The middle-aged man who was confirmed laughed, and cupped his fists at the old man.

But then the conversation changed.

Hearing this, the expressions of the middle-aged couple behind the old man changed slightly, and their eyes were fixed on the back of the old man.

Even the domestic servants were more or less discolored.

Jiang Tong naturally noticed this detail.

"From the expressions of these people, we can judge that the rumor that Patriarch Liu said is probably true."

"The marriage between the two families, and the woman fell in love with the poor scholar, is really a clichéd link..."

"It must be that the happy event turned into a trivial matter in the end. This relationship, after all, did not work out. The woman and the scholar became desperate couples."

At this time, upon hearing Patriarch Liu's words, the old man named Yunjingshan looked slightly angry, stomped the crutch in his hand to the ground, and spoke immediately.

"My parents' order and the matchmaker's words, she can't help but make nonsense! Liu Patriarch, please rest assured, I, Yun Jingshan, have never taken back what I have said and the water I have poured out."

"Hahaha, then I can rest assured, five days later, I will come to marry Miss Yunyan at the door!"

Just after the middle-aged man finished speaking.

Jiang Tong suddenly saw, at the window of the main wing behind the group of people, he saw half a very beautiful woman's face.

She was secretly looking into the yard.

Next to the window is a small green locust tree, the crown of which just reaches the window.

In the courtyard, just after Patriarch Liu finished speaking, tears suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes, and then half of her face disappeared into the dark window.

Immediately, the scene in front of Jiang Tong changed again.

The originally faint fire lanterns turned red in an instant, and the hustle and bustle of human voices also began to appear in my ears.

Huge 囍 characters are posted everywhere.

Yun Jingshan was dressed solemnly, and thanked the guests who came to congratulate him with a smile.

However, before Jiang Tong could react, there was a crisp sound of the porcelain bowl being smashed, and the whole courtyard fell silent.

A servant girl ran out of the main room in a panic.

He didn't care about the wrist that had been cut.

"Old...Master! Miss! Miss hanged herself!"

Shouts of terror instantly pierced the mansion.

The big red lantern swayed slightly, reflecting the shadows of the smiling crowd in the yard just now.

But it didn't wait for Yunjingshan to make a move.

A man in a rough linen gown rushed into the main room.

"Swallow! No!!!"

The howling cry pierced the heart.

At this time, Jiang Tong also saw that in the bedroom of the main wing, a woman was hanging on a white damask, and the woman's face was the half of the one shown through the window just now.

The middle-aged couple also rushed into the wing room, and when they saw that their girl had passed out, they immediately passed out.

When Yun Jingshan saw this, he was furious, and with a sudden force on his palm, he even crushed the wooden dragon head.

Yelling at the overwhelmed servants around him.

"Come on! Take this damned scholar to the woodshed! Wait for my fate!"

Afterwards, the mourning scholar man was directly dragged out by a few rough domestic servants, his whole face was crying with tears and snot running down his nose, and he was still muttering incessantly.

"Why didn't you wait for me! Yan'er! Why are you so stupid! Why didn't you wait for me!"

Immediately, the scene in front of Jiang Tong changed again.

"Guest officer, this house is the best in our county. I only gave you this much cheaper because you were introduced by an acquaintance. If you miss it, there will be no such shop in this village."

A bent old woman greeted a son with a smile on her face, and then pushed open the vermilion door behind Jiang Tong.

Brother Gongzi walked in waving a cattail fan, followed by a book boy.

"Yes, Xiaohan, what do you think of this house?"

"Going back to my son, it's very good. I feel a little cool when I come in. It's a good place to escape the summer heat. You look at the old pagoda tree, which exceeds the eaves. It grows gratifyingly, and it must also indicate the son's official career."

"That's right, you still can talk, old woman, I bought this house!"

Hearing the son's words, the old woman was overjoyed and congratulated.

The screen turns.

In the yard, the fallen leaves of the old locust tree are all over the ground, it is already late autumn.

Mr. Jin Fu was reading a book while warming himself by the fire.

The little book boy behind him sat cross-legged on the futon, drowsy.

But Jiang Tong saw it.

Behind the two of them, a long white silk, with a female corpse hanging on it, slowly appeared on the beam...

Jiang Tong's eyes darkened again.

"Grandmaster!"

"In this house, many people have died in hundreds of years, it's too dark!"

"My generation of monks, isn't it just to subdue demons and eliminate demons, don't stop me!"

An old man in a Taoist costume rushed straight into the faded gate of the mansion regardless of the obstruction of the people around him.

When the Taoist came in.

Jiang Tong noticed.

The old locust tree, which had become a dead tree, trembled, and even the dry well beside it whimpered, as if someone was crying at the bottom of the well.

However, as soon as the old Taoist came in, he froze immediately.

The dilapidated lantern that was originally extinguished suddenly lit up with a glistening green flame.

On the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, there appeared strips of white silk hanging.

The white silk was in tatters and was stained with traces of blood.

Below the white silk, there are hanging corpses, including men and women, old and young.

Countless swollen and protruding eyeballs that were about to burst were all staring at the old Taoist priest who entered the mansion recklessly.

Then the vermilion door slammed shut suddenly.

The scene before Jiang Tong's eyes disappeared.

The bright red lanterns returned to the faint light before, and a gust of wind blew slowly.

The old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard rustled.

Jiang Tong looked intently, and the Bai Ling hanging the corpse in that scene did not appear.

It's just the dark and gloomy window of the main wing.

He always felt that half of his face was watching him.

It's just that when Jiang Tong looked at the window, that half of his face seemed to have never appeared before.

"boom!"

The scarlet door behind him was suddenly closed.

The notification sound of the horror game sounded slowly.

[Timer starts: 59:59]

"Phew... the woman who was hanged, the son and book boy who bought the mansion later, and the Taoist priest at the end."

Jiang Tong raised his foot and walked towards the main room.

"Squeak..."

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open by Jiang Tong, whining, as if it would break at any moment.

The white paper lanterns in the yard reflected Jiang Tong from behind, stretching his shadow on the ground of the wing.

In the room, the tables and chairs were tilted to this side, and the bed in the inner bedroom had already collapsed, and the cotton wadding that had escaped from the tattered bedding was scattered all over the floor.

There was a faint musty smell in the air.

On the beam of the house, a piece of white silk that has turned yellow is swaying without wind.

There was no woman's body.

The room was very dark, but a trace of scarlet flashed in Jiang Tong's eyes, and this darkness did not affect him at all.

He walked slowly to the place where the white silk was hanging.

He stretched out his blood-red palm.

Until he came into contact with Bai Ling, nothing unusual happened, and the weight he felt in his palm didn't look like he was hanging from a person.

Jiang Tong frowned slightly.

"Could it be that the dead woman's body was removed?"

According to the scene, this woman is a ghost, but she has never moved in the main room, including the corpse hanging from the old locust tree later, and there is no woman named Yunyan at first.

"Could it be that scholar did it?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Tong remembered that those servants escorted the scholar to the firewood room, which seemed to be on the side of the main wing.

Jiang Tong immediately decided to go to the firewood room to have a look.

But he just turned around.

Just stopped.

Even without looking back.

Jiang Tong still knew.

Behind him is the white silk.

One appeared, staring at his own corpse.

(End of this chapter)