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Chapter 67 067. It's Foggy

The sound of closing windows and doors came one after another, and the whole neighborhood suddenly became noisy.

The sound of shouting, crying, and running to tell each other is endless.

Then everything fell into silence.

The red mist outside slowly expanded and contracted like a living thing. All the sounds outside the window were swallowed up, and no movement could be heard.

Qiao Mu wanted to open the window to see what was going on, but the look in Xia Yi's eyes made him give up the idea.

Open it secretly later when no one is around.

Qiao Mu made up his mind.

In the field of vision, the blood-red mist outside the glass quickly distorted, forming several large characters.

[The deepest filth of this foreign land is hidden in it, unless you feel that two hands are not enough, don't try to walk into this mist! 】

These words quickly disappeared.

Qiao Mu seemed to see something huge disappearing in the sky swallowed by the mist, passing silently over the old city.

In the depths of the red mist, thin murmurs continued. It was not clear, but it tempted people to walk into it.

Qiao Mu seemed to hear some sharp shouts and the sound of things being knocked over, but everything was swallowed up by the thick fog and returned to calm.

"Are those people from the weather bureau just doing it for a living? They didn't predict this fog?"

Xia Yi looked like his obsessive-compulsive disorder had disrupted his plan. He murmured to himself, and then looked at Qiao Mu.

"I'll take care of Tang Xiaomeng, don't interfere."

Before Qiao Mu could answer, Xia Yi was about to leave.

At this time, Qiao Mu suddenly spoke.

"What are you doing with that copy of The King in Yellow?"

With just one sentence, Xia Yi stopped moving.

He turned back and looked at Qiao Mu deeply, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

After a while, Xia Yi sighed.

Almost at the same time, Qiao Mu saw countless dark yellow mucus seeping out from the cracks in the wall, like silt, trying to block his escape route.

Suddenly, although it seemed that the distance between the two people had not changed, in Qiao Mu's field of vision, Xia Yi continued to move away, and the corridor also deformed, just like Hitchcock's zoom happened in reality. General.

With a thought in Qiao Mu's mind, golden silk threads fell from the sky and wrapped around Xia Yi's hands and feet, but the speed at which he went away was obviously faster.

bang——

With the sound of a door closing, Qiao Mu found herself on the stage.

The curtain has not yet been opened, there are some decorations on the stage, the background, puppets, everything here is still, like the underworld.

Qiao Mu was a little curious whether this was a hallucination like "Ghost", or if Xia Yi really managed to get him onto a stage.

In the blink of an eye, words like an announcement printed in red ink appeared on the curtain.

[You are already in the drama, run away, there will be no survivors in the next scene! 】

The next moment, a huge knife cut through the curtain and flew towards Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu immediately used the night watchman's physical fitness and ability to see in the dark that he had learned from the "Rules of the Funeral Parlor" to dodge the knife.

He picked up the prop sword stuck on the fake stone and used it as a crowbar to defend himself.

crunch--

The puppets slowly moved, holding axes, spears, and wooden sticks as props in their hands, and gathered towards Qiao Mu.

He looked around.

Red text spurted out.

[There is a path here. Although it is full of thorns, it is still a way to survive. Just make do with it! 】

Qiao Mu saw that it was the road leading to the backstage.

Without hesitation, he ran away.

Fortunately, the dolls themselves didn't move very fast. Qiao Mu kicked two of them flying, and quickly got into the door.

The corridor was full of bleak red. Qiao Mu ran forward and saw a wooden door in front of him, and he kicked it open.

bang——

After Qiao Mu ran into the house, he felt that he had come to an extremely narrow space. After touching around, he found that it seemed to be a coffin that was nailed shut.

Kneeling, Qiao Mu pushed open the coffin cover and saw that she was standing in front of the mourning hall with red candles lit.

A little familiar, like coming home.

A gust of wind blew, and Qiao Mu looked back. The white silk was slowly floating, as if there were many ghosts.

He looked carefully and found nothing unusual. He turned his head and saw a withered and decayed head staring back at him.

Almost reflexively, he picked up the prop sword in his hand and knocked the dirty thing in white clothes flying. Qiao Mu took two steps back, and the ground behind him seemed to turn into a surface of water again. He lost his center of gravity and fell down.

thump--

Qiao Mu struggled to climb out of the water, and then realized that he had just climbed out of the manhole cover of the sewer.

And this was the street near the Gucheng Hotel. Qiao Mu even remembered the ice mixed with blood left in the rut marks.

Red mist filled all directions, swallowing all sounds.

Qiao Mu stood up, without any water on his body.

But now he is in the red mist of the old city.

Qiao Mu heard countless small ravings, each of which made people tense and tormented the will, trying to turn Qiao Mu into a walking dead.

He raised his head and saw a giant dragon circling past in the red mist. If he looked closely, he would find that the dragon was made up of countless corpses. Most of these corpses were rotten, bleeding with abscesses, dirty blood, and controlled by incomplete muscles. The arms swung outwards, and the corpses were twisted and entangled together, becoming the main body of the dragon.

The dragon let out a low roar, but the strange thing was that all the sounds were absorbed by the red mist, and the entire scene became silent, like a silent movie, with a weird and terrifying feeling.

Qiao Mu saw a group of figures appearing in front of him.

This time it's a normal human size.

Those people were wearing tattered clothes, some were cloth shirts, some were military uniforms, some were cheongsams and vests, all of them were already dead, and those who were short of weight had also fallen into decay, but they were still marching forward.

Some people have snare drums tied around their waists, others hold suonas and various musical instruments, just like a team welcoming relatives.

But all the sounds were swallowed up by the red mist, and the team just moved forward quietly.

Qiao Mu felt the ravings in his ears becoming more and more noisy, which seemed to be coaxing him to join the team.

But he just stood there.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Qiao Mu watched the team leave and found that their direction seemed to be heading towards the Gucheng Hotel.

Qiao Mu had a sudden idea that he could follow them.

When the team continued to move forward, Qiao Mu followed, walked at the end, grabbed the instrument from the man, and pretended to be playing the suona.

The group of corpses didn't notice Qiao Mu, and went straight forward, deep into the red mist.

Tang Xiaomeng sat at the table in his room, flipping through a sheet of music.

Although he promised Qiao Mu that he would not go to the banquet tonight, Tang Xiaomeng still cared about Xia Yi's side very much.

She flipped through the score subconsciously, but she didn't put her mind on it at all.

The memories of the past, the cruel reality, and her own powerlessness all made her feel extremely confused.

In this chaotic era, ordinary people like them have no power to resist.

Outside the window, red mist filled the air. She moved her eyes away from the music score. When she passed by the mirror, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be someone standing there behind her.

She turned around quickly.

I saw a tall figure standing there.

The man's face was flat without any curvature, just like a paper man.

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