Mysterious resurgence

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, who suffered from the pendulum clock's curse, walked through the strange steps with Liu Baimu's pale head, opened the rusty iron door and entered an unknown room.

This is not so much a room as it is another peculiar place.

A quiet, dark corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are rusty iron fences, which separate each other and form small independent rooms.

It looks like a prison cell.

"Why is there a cell in this ancient house?" Zhang Qing's eyes revealed a look of surprise.

"I have never heard of rumors that there are cells in the ancient house before. This is a strange place that has never been discovered, and judging from the size of this place, it seems to be bigger than the entire ancient house." The man named Wan The copper ghost master looked at it, he was very confused.

Of course, he is not the only one who has such doubts.

Liu Baimu, who only had his head left, was in a very bad condition at the moment. He often closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, but when he heard the movement, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

Liu Baimu's pale face moved slightly: "This is a secret room within a secret room. It is very secret. The owner who built this ancient house definitely does not want this place to be discovered, so the cells here are not used to detain people; they should be used to detain people." Fierce."

"This is a cell specially designed to hold evil ghosts."

"A cell where ghosts are imprisoned? How is it possible? Without gold and supernatural objects to suppress it, how could such a cell hold ghosts?" Zhang Qing felt that Liu Baimu's speculation was unreasonable.

"I think this should be a cell that used to hold living people. Maybe there were some secret experiments here." Wan Tong guessed.

Liu Baimu immediately said: "Look carefully at the gap between the iron bars. A living person can get out of such a big gap sideways, and there are no doors in any of the cells."

The two of them were reminded of these subtle clues immediately.

These rusty iron cells did not have doors, and the gaps between the iron bars were so large that an adult man could slip in and out sideways.

The theory of imprisoning living people was immediately shattered.

These cage-like rooms are indeed very likely to contain evil ghosts.

"But I can't understand how such a perfunctory cell can hold a real ghost." Zhang Qing frowned. He tentatively reached out and grabbed a rusty iron pillar and shook it.

The entire iron fence was shaking, which showed that this thing was not strong.

"Perhaps these cells were maintained by some kind of supernatural power before, but now the supernatural power has disappeared, so these things have become mundane."

Liu Baimu said; "Don't waste too much time here, quickly explore and see if you can find the pendulum clock. This ancient house has been searched everywhere, and there are really not many places left that have not been searched." , maybe the pendulum clock is here."

"I guess the pendulum clock in the ancient house can control the restart in the ancient house. If I can master it, not only can I come back to life, but you also don't have to worry about being killed by Yang Jian outside."

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong nodded.

Regardless of whether they are willing or not, there is no way out at this time and they can only bite the bullet and go on.

Continue exploring along the corridor between the cells on both sides.

The lights above the head were yellow and dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of corpses. This smell was accompanied by the cold and damp smell on the pavement, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Along the way, except for the light near the corridor, the depths of the cells on both sides were hidden in darkness.

There was silence all around, and the silence was a bit depressing.

In this environment, the nerves of the three people were tense.

Because it would not be surprising if a supernatural event occurred in a place like this.

"Wait, what is that?" Suddenly, Wan Tong's eyelids twitched, and he pointed to a cell next to him in a low voice.

Zhang Qing held Liu Baimu's head and turned around to take a look, and his expression suddenly changed.

In the place illuminated by the light inside the cell, a pair of skinny, cold, dead feet covered with body spots were lying there quietly and motionless. The legs showed no signs of decay, as if they had been abandoned here for many years, and the legs were The other end of the leg was hidden in darkness.

The dim light couldn't spread, so the corpse in the darkness couldn't be seen clearly.

"There's no movement, but I'm sure it's definitely not a normal dead body."

Zhang Qing's eyes flickered: "It's most likely a sleeping ghost."

"I think so too. Normal corpses have long since rotted. Only corpses that have been eroded by supernatural powers can not rot for a long time. In other words, the corpse itself is a ghost." Wan Tong also nodded with deep understanding.

"Since there has been no movement for a long time, nothing should happen now. Let's move on."

The two people retracted their gaze and continued walking forward.

The further you go, the more terrifying it becomes.

They saw many strange things in the cell.

There is a wooden stool covered in red paint in some cells. It looks like a supernatural object, but it is always a medium that triggers evil spirits. It is placed in the cell to prevent people from touching it.

The lights in some cells could not be illuminated, and it was pitch black behind the iron bars, revealing an unusual and strange feeling.

Some cells were empty, with nothing inside, but the rusty iron bars were twisted and deformed, or even broken several times, as if the things that were once locked inside had escaped.

There were some strange noises coming from some cells, like someone pacing back and forth inside, but nothing could be seen inside.

"What kind of place have we come to?" Zhang Qing felt chilled in his heart.

There is no doubt that there are some unexplainable supernatural phenomena in most of the cells, as if ghosts appear at any time. But the strange thing is that there are so many supernatural phenomena here, but there are no ghosts along the way. attack.

Although scary, it is very safe.

Could it be said that the cell really held the evil ghost inside?

But how is all this done?

Although they were puzzled, they could only bury all this in their hearts, and they did not forget their purpose.

Find the pendulum clock that cursed everyone.

But soon.

This prison cell has come to an end.

It was a thick bluestone brick wall.

But in front of the wall there is an old wooden table, like a desk.

There is an old desk lamp on the table. The desk lamp is on at the moment. The light is yellow and dim, and it can only illuminate the vicinity of the wooden table.

In addition, there is a bottle of black ink on it with a pen inserted in it. Next to it are several notebooks with yellowed paper, which seem to have unfinished notes.

"Someone seems to have lived here." Zhang Qing walked over slowly and awkwardly.

He checked the desk.

His eyes finally rested on the notebook on the table.

But the handwriting on the note is very strange, like symbols, and it seems like the strokes are missing. It is not complete at all, and there is no way to identify the handwriting on it.

But the only thing that is certain is that the handwriting on it was written by a living person, and judging from the latest handwriting conditions, the last writing should have been in recent days, at least within a month.

"What kind of people would live here?" Zhang Qing frowned.

"Wan Tong, take a look and see if you can find anything new."

The two people started rummaging around on the desk.

at the same time.

The hunting of Yang Jian's team continues.

With a desperate scream, he killed the last ghost master hiding on the second floor.

The process remains simple and smooth.

"We have to go to the third floor next." Yang Jian raised his head slightly and looked upstairs.

There are not many ghost masters left alive.

He remembered that someone named Zhang Qing had not yet appeared, and Wan Tong, codenamed Guichuangren, had also disappeared.

In addition, Liu Baimu’s body has not yet been found.

These three people are most likely hiding on the third floor.

"Look, that ghost thing has appeared again." Suddenly, Feng Quan pointed ahead.

Next to the stairway in front, a door suddenly and strangely appeared at some point. In front of the door stood a lifeless middle-aged man. The man's face was stiff and his eyes were looking numbly.

"It's that ghost thing I saw before again." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

"Is this ghost targeting us?"

Tong Qian said: "It's better to deal with it. Follow us and leave here when the time comes."

As soon as Yang Jian had this idea, he saw the middle-aged man standing in front of the room disappearing quickly.

Like an hallucination, the person disappeared and the door to the room disappeared.

Everything is back to normal again.

"Xiong Wenwen, take a look and see if this phenomenon will happen again in the future."

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly and he immediately said: "If it appears, point it out where it appears."

"What did you think of?" Feng Quan asked.

"It's nothing, I just need to confirm that this may be a signal and not a supernatural phenomenon." Yang Jian speculated.

Xiong Wenwen's prediction began.

He closed his eyes and predicted what would happen within the next ten minutes. In fact, he now had a supernatural prop, the Ghost Sign, which could extend the prediction time. If necessary, he could even extend it to an hour later.

It's just that the longer time goes by and the more supernatural beings are involved, the greater the deviation in prediction will be.

Soon, Xiong Wenwen opened his eyes, and he pointed out: "That thing has appeared over there, and it has also appeared there. But it appears more often on the third floor."

"Go to the third floor."

Yang Jian immediately took action and led everyone to the third floor.

Xiong Wenwen pointed out again: "There, the ghost's position has never changed."

The direction he was pointing was a wall with no room at all, but on that wall someone had drawn the outline of a door with a mark.

It seemed like there really was a door here at some point, but now, it's gone.

"Are you sure it's there?" Feng Quanneng asked.

"You can't trust others, so why can't you trust your father bear?" Xiong Wenwen still looked extremely arrogant.

As an adult, naturally you won't care about children.

The others looked at Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

Compare the time on the pocket watch with the real time.

Something strange happened.

The minute hand on normal time rotates twice, and only one minute has passed on the pocket watch.

"The time here is disordered. The time inside the ancient house is inconsistent with the time outside. We don't suffer from the curse of the pendulum clock, so we can't see this door."

Yang Jian speculated: "If I am not wrong, this door does not exist in the present, but in the past."

"The door will only appear when the ancient house is restarted, and the time it will appear will be very short. Once the time is staggered again, the door will disappear again."

"Is it so evil?" Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya and others all opened their eyes wide.

There is no present door, only the past.

This is too incredible.

"If the pendulum clock exists in the ancient house, I think it must be in this room. It's no wonder that the ghost masters in this ancient house can't find the supernatural pendulum clock, because the pendulum clock interferes with time and makes it non-existent. Now, so you know that the pendulum clock is in the ancient house, but you just can't find it."

"How can something that existed in the past be discovered by people today, just like you can't eat yesterday's food."

"It's just that the pendulum clock in the ancient house has been restarted countless times. It is no longer known in which time period it existed. This supernatural object has been interfered by its own supernatural power and is completely lost in the past. Maybe one day luck will Well, that supernatural object has appeared again on its own, but of course it may never appear in this world."

Yang Jian boldly drew his own conclusion from the memories of some people, combined with his own understanding and the clues in his hand.

"If that's the case, that's too scary. It's a supernatural pendulum clock that can interfere with time." Feng Quan fell silent.

Tong Qian said: "Since we can't find the supernatural item, we won't look for it. We don't need to waste time on it. Now that the entire ancient house has been searched, there should be no fish that have slipped through the net. I think we should do it next. Leave here, and then notify Wang Chaling to let him handle the bodies of these people to avoid supernatural incidents."

"Is this the end? No more fighting?" Xiong Wenwen asked in surprise.

Huang Ziya glanced at him: "We fought all the way here, everyone is dead, so why fight?"

"Not all people are dead. There are still two people missing. No, it should be three people. Liu Baimu's body has not been found." Yang Jian looked at the door painted on the wall.

He had a vague feeling in his heart.

There is a big secret hidden behind this non-existent door.

Even the core existence of this ancient house.

The three missing people most likely entered this door.

"Continue to contact Li Yang and leave here after finding him. If he is not found, we will leave after the next wave of ancient house bells ring to make sure that no one else has come back to life."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, suppressed his inner curiosity and impulse, and did not try to open the non-existent door.

"good."

The others nodded, feeling that this was the safest way.

Yang Jian didn't want to take too many risks. He was the captain and had to consider the overall situation. Now that things were almost done, he naturally stopped as soon as he could.

Otherwise, if you are really in danger and lose your teammates, you will suffer a big loss.

"The next restart will be in ten minutes." Yang Jian looked at the time.

This is the time for historic homes.

The only thing that can accurately record the time here is the pocket watch given to Yang Jian by Wang Chaling.

Watches, mobile phones and other timekeeping tools brought in from outside only show the normal time outside the ancient house.

Without knowing the time inside the ancient house, it is impossible to grasp the moment of each restart.