Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 27 The Benefits of a Large Shoe Cabinet
"Yes, how about we play?" Nisha smiled innocently.

"Okay, so what are you playing?" Bison Chick perfectly aligned with the little girl's brain channel.

"Let's share the bread. Everyone can eat one or two breads at a time, and whoever eats the seventh bread first wins." Nisha took out seven wooden breads from the drawer under the table.

I have to say that Mr. Anthony's craftsmanship is very good, at least the appearance of these toy breads is very similar to real bread.

The unique fluffiness and softness of white wheat bread are vividly displayed on the wood carvings. Except that these fake breads have been played with too many times, and many of the edges are stained with mud. You can tell that they are fakes at a glance. There is nothing to be picky about. of.

It is difficult for children from poor families to have enough to eat, and they do not forget to eat bread even in house games. This is also an obsession.

To be honest, this kind of bread-sharing game really doesn't have much technical content.Because it takes turns to eat first, there is no so-called sure way to win.

but……

Half an hour passed, and Mark was stunned. He couldn't figure out whether Byson was doing it on purpose or was really stupid. He actually had the ability to let the little girl win seven rounds in a row.

"Ah! I lost again!" Miss Byson held her head and squatted in defense, like a defeated dog in life.

"Yeah! The seventh loaf is mine again!" Nisha made a sound imitating eating: "Ahhhhhh!"

At this time, the voice of Nisha's mother Suzy came in: "Nisa, there is still dinner left, do you want to keep it for you for supper?"

"Mother, there's no need, I—— I'm full!" Nisha, who was smiling with her eyes narrowed, was very happy, she emphasized the last three words, and read them out.

Perhaps, it is the peculiar inarticulateness of little girls.

Stupid girl is on the top, with the momentum of repeated defeats and defeats: "Again!"

Unexpectedly, Nisha waved her hands and smiled: "Big sister, I'm going to bed. Otherwise, my mother will get angry. I'm already full tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Woooo! Alright." Bison was unwilling.

At this time, Anthony knocked on the door and came in: "I suggest you two rest. It's late at night outside now, monsters are raging, and the danger is too high."

"Okay." Mark took the two blankets that Anthony handed over, and gave one to Byson.

Seeing Anthony go out and close the door by the way, they just lay down on the only two wooden benches in the living room.

This was definitely not comfortable, but it was their first rest since they entered this world.

rest?

What a joke, Mark secretly checked everything around.

In a wooden house, the wind and sound insulation is very bad. The large gap between the window and the window frame allows the strong wind to pour into the living room.At the same time, it also made Mark sure that he could break out of the window at any time.

After secretly checking his revolver and a few gadgets from the legless knight, Mark found that Byson had fallen asleep.

"She must be tired and scared."

When people are in a state of panic, they will consume more physical energy than usual exercise.

Mark didn't want to sleep, he knew that things had reached the most critical moment.

He secretly put his right hand into his pocket that should have been empty, and he grasped a wooden palm. Feeling every bump of the wooden joints, Mark suddenly felt at ease.

……

"Nisa, don't run around."

"Jason, it's fine."

"You're always running around, which worries me."

Two vague shadows chased after each other, one of them turned around and waved.

But there is no such thing as an innocent and cute child, what caught his eyes was the skeletons of one, no, two children!

"what!"

The children's playful voices still echoed in my ears, and the non-existent scene quickly passed through Mark's vision like an afterimage left on the retina of a video.

Waking up suddenly, Mark found himself falling asleep in this strange living room.

There was no sound of frolicking in my ears, only the howling of the strong wind pouring into the living room.

This made Mark, who stood up violently, feel an upside-down confusion.His cheeks were as cold as soaking in a cold lake because of the ghostly voice, and his lower body was hot because of the rough wool blanket.

"I actually fell asleep?" Mark couldn't imagine that he forced himself to fall asleep when he was in a good mental state and was extremely vigilant.

This is not reasonable!

Mark looked around, Miss Byson was really big-hearted, she was sleeping on her back without any ladylike manners, her right hand and right foot were hanging out of the edge of the wooden chair in the living room.

Mark lightly slapped Byson twice to wake her up.

"Hmm... male god, you finally accepted me... eh!?" Bai Sen, who finally woke up, turned red in an instant: "What's wrong with me?"

Mark pressed her mouth and pointed to the living room door: "Look at that!"

Bai Sen's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost subconsciously wanted to scream.

The two vague shadows of children "swish" past the afterglow of the kerosene lamp, almost passing by in a flash, but the two of Mark really saw it.

Miss Byson was nearly in cardiopulmonary arrest.

Mark made a silent gesture, and then stuffed a short sword of the legless knight into Byson's hand.

This action represents vigilance.

Holding the lantern, I barely illuminated the road ahead, but unfortunately, because the cold wind blowing in from outside seemed to be stronger, the lantern swayed for a while, and even the lights flickered.

Following the rhythm of the wind blowing on the wooden windows, Mark and Byson walked slowly and left the living room.

"Jason, you can't go to the attic! Mom said you can't." Obviously there was no sound, but the ghost-like dialogue remained in the eardrums of the two.

Two vague shadows of children disappeared at the stairs on the second floor.

Although the shadows appeared intermittently, the two of Mark still caught their figures.

The two boldly walked up the stairs and came to the second floor.

At the end of the corridor should be the bedrooms of the Anthony couple and their two children, but Mark and Byson fixed their eyes on the corridor on the second floor.

There is a door panel leading to the small attic on the roof, which can be pulled down to build a ladder, or there is a structure that lowers the gangway behind the door.

An extremely strong ominous breath is seeping down from above the door panel.

There must be something awful in the attic!

Intuition told the two of them so!

Baisen first grasped the back of Mark's clothes, but later realized that this action was not enough to express his emotions, so he secretly tugged on Mark's left elbow.

Mark turned her head and saw a pair of eyes full of fear. Byson was too scared to speak for a long time. She twisted her neck as if it was stuck, and shook her head with difficulty.

A familiar feeling of fear seized Miss Byson's heart, and the cold sweat of fear kept dripping down her immature cheeks.

For many moments, Mark couldn't tell whether he was watching a dark horror movie called "School in the Middle", or whether he actually stepped on this wooden aisle that exudes a decaying smell.

In this kind of repeated mental torture, not to mention Bison, Mark felt that sooner or later his soul would get lost in this ghost place.

"Senior, your eyes!?" Baisen let out a suppressed low cry.

Mark quickly took out his pocket watch, which happened to be a small mirror inside the cover.

The young man in the mirror was as handsome as ever, except for the left eye that was starting to turn red.

About one-third of the whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot threads the size of hair.

Mark immediately understood why he could see the afterimage of the child.

The light is getting weaker and weaker in this evil world, and the air and dust are mixed into a thick storm of fear, constantly eroding the hearts of normal people.

This is not something that moistens things silently, it is completely an evil spirit that turns into violent winds and waves, constantly impacting people's soul defenses.

"No, Bison, you are a little bit wrong."

Mark turned to the mirror, and Byson found that his eyes were also a little red.

Just when the two were amazed by the changes that had taken place, a strange red light projected from above their heads, covering their bodies.

Looking at the source of the weird light, it was indeed the closed attic door.

"Tick tock!"

Blood-red droplets seeped from the cracks in the floor slabs, eating dirt in the high corners of the walkways, the old cobwebs on the ceiling, and sealing every opening that could let in the howling wind.

"Run!" Mark grabbed Bison's left hand and ran downstairs without hesitation.

too late!
The four members of Anthony's family appeared at some unknown time and blocked at the bottom of the stairs.

The pupils of Mark and Byson trembled violently.

"When..." Mark's voice almost whispered.

"When you left the living room." Aunt Susie's once extremely kind face was now filled with gloom, and there was only scarlet blood in her strange eyes: "You guys, don't you really want to know what's in the attic?"

"Senior!" Bison pulled Lamark tremblingly.

In the corridor on the second floor, dense footsteps sounded from the ceiling.

Pair after pair of legs appeared.

There was no torso, just a wriggling, blood-sausage-like thing connecting the legs.

They run on the corridors, on the walls, on the ceiling, ignoring all the rules of gravity!
"Go? Yes! Leave your legs behind!" Aunt Susie's face turned ferocious, the corners of her mouth cracked with a "beep", and the bright red gums could be seen as her cheeks cracked.

"Leave your legs!"

"Leave the legs!"

"leg--"

Dozens of victims' faces turned into phantoms, impacting the hearts of the two.Voices mingled fast and frantically in their heads.It took less than half a second for the sound to approach the ear from a very far away.

Those mouths that kept opening and closing kept uttering crazy words that maybe even they themselves couldn't understand.

Faced with this tri-value test, Mark cast the dice in his mind vision very calmly.

"Since there are always people who want to die, why can't a dead friend help me?" Accompanied by Mark's words in his heart, the broken rubbings that were collected in the dice not long ago suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In return for paying the price...

【20】!
Mark's eyes were clear: "Sure enough, the shoe cabinet is big, and it is most suitable for friends with many feet. Isn't it? Ms. Centipede!"

(End of this chapter)