Fast-Crossing Time Travel

Chapter 61 Suspense Part 9
The mansion was shrouded in darkness, and a group of people walked in. The house was very dilapidated and bleak, with cobwebs hanging on the door arrogantly, and when the door was opened, there was a strong dampness and mildew, and the two breaths intertwined. In a moment, everyone frowned slightly, and Yao Man, who was walking in front, frowned even more, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction, she muttered:

"This little dilapidated house doesn't look like an ancient tomb. I'm afraid I found the wrong place..." Yao Man looked around with some dissatisfaction, looking at the dilapidated environment and the dilapidated courtyard around him, frowning, his eyes full of tears. Puzzled, he pursed his lips and stood aside.

"Okay, Manman, let's clean the hall first. Let's all stay in the hall so that nothing happens. I'm looking at the basement at dawn..." Jiang Yuan hugged the woman next to him tightly as if comforting , The woman stomped her feet, frowned and began to clean the things in the hall. The hall was covered with layers of dust, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time, cobwebs and dust covered the hall.

There are very exquisite wall lamps in the hall, very old style, some Gothic style, the wall lamp is the style of tung oil lamp, there is a slightly blackened wick on it, and a small amount of oil, Song Jiajia frowned and looked at it The wall lamp in front of me was a little suspicious.How could there be oil left in the oil lamp? How could there be oil that hadn't evaporated clean after the house had been buried for so many years.

The people around didn't seem to think of going here, they had already lit the surrounding wall lamps, the light of the wall lamps was not too big, six faint lights illuminated the dark room, the black and gloomy veil was finally lifted, The whole picture of the hall was finally exposed to everyone's eyes.

The hall is decorated in a medieval Gothic style. There is a very Gothic fireplace. The stools next to the fireplace have upright heel lines. The pure white stool has a little peeling off of the white paint. The stool surface is buried by dust, but the durability of the leather surface can still be seen.

Three European-style stools were placed in a row in front of the fireplace, but the stool at the far end had some abnormal dark red stripes. Song Jiajia frowned, and glanced at Tang Xuemei, who was calm and complacent, with a slightly uncomfortable expression on her face. It looked better, looking at the place where all the scenes were extremely mysterious, plus the four people around them who had their own ulterior motives, Song Jiajia didn't dare to take any action for a while...

In the European-style room, there is a large red solid wood table that is out of place with the room. The dust on the table is very thick, and it can be seen that it has a little age. Jiang Yuan excitedly wiped the table with a cloth, and the polished mahogany Finally exuding its own color, it stood there very imposingly. Jiang Yuan moved the table to the center of the hall, found six stools and placed them around the table.

"Let's sit down and rest for a while, and then clean up tomorrow. It's still early, how about we play a game..." Jiang Yuan's voice was a little bewildering, looking at the stunned expressions of everyone, With a mysterious smile, he took out a piece of white paper from his backpack, took out a pen, and placed it on the mahogany table. Jiang Yuan smiled mysteriously, and said softly

"Ben Fairy, have you ever played? The weather is just right, and it's not time to sleep yet..." After finishing speaking, ignoring everyone's promises or not, he pulled out a chair and sat on top of the mahogany table , facing the gate...

"I don't play..." Mu Xiaoyu on the side spoke decisively as soon as he finished speaking, without any look of joking at all. Mu Xiaoyu lowered his eyes, trembling with fear, and shrank behind Song Jiajia ...

"What about you, the three of us, there is still one missing here..." Jiang Yuan and the others looked over, Yao Man frowned and seemed a little unhappy, she frowned and stomped her feet, as if muttering something, but It was too far away, and Song Jiajia couldn't hear clearly. Only when Jiang Yuan hugged her tightly and comforted her a few words did Yao Man calm down...

"Let me come..." Song Jiajia took a step forward with a calm expression, shook Tang Xuemei's hand comfortingly, looked at her worried face, smiled slightly, and turned her eyes to look deeply at her eyes This gentle man, this person is one of the main purposes of her coming to this tour group...

"OK, don't be nervous, it's just a small game, you can read the spoken language..." Jiang Yuan looked over with a smile, and the surrounding wall lamps flickered faintly. In this gloomy hall, the silent atmosphere was a bit frightening. Song Jiajia looked at Jiang Yuan's expression at the moment, but suddenly smiled, raised her eyebrows, and said with a hint of deep meaning

"After all...someone is with me...I'm naturally not nervous..." Song Jiajia swept her eyes around and saw a flash of green light flashing in the shadows, restrained the smile on her face, and said sternly
"Let's start..." After saying that, he walked to the mahogany table and sat down, sitting directly under Jiang Yuan, which is the position closest to the door. The cold wind from the door was blowing into the room, and Song Jiajia couldn't help shivering After a while...

Several people began to take their seats. Li Yi sat on Song Jiajia's left, facing the left side of the door, while Yao Man sat facing the right side of the door.Several people looked at each other, and those with different expressions all held the pen, and slowly closed their eyes...

The atmosphere of the scene was very strange. The wall lamp flickered on and off, which made people feel very frightened. The gloomy wind pierced through the gap of the door like howling, blowing Song Jiajia's black long hair wantonly. The long hair and this were in the silence The darkness fused together, and the mysterious veil silent in the darkness seems to be about to be lifted...

Several people were chanting words, with a unified intonation, a unified discourse, and a unified rhythm. In this silent atmosphere, the rhythm of the composed sentence resounded throughout the hall...

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, I am your life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, I am your life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."

(End of this chapter)