Jiang Rong's lips were pursed into a line, revealing a stubborn smell. However, she felt that the consciousness was dull, dull, and empty door was pushed open little by little. When the subtle light in the aisle penetrated into the open door, she subconsciously felt that everything she saw in front of her was a blurry and familiar feeling.

Finally, I saw a deep uneasy sitting posture... my lowered head slowly raised, my dead gray face was covered with blood, and my evil eyes were bursting out with fierce eyes...

"Ah~" Jiang Rong screamed, and Han Wenwen and Luo Yongping, who were standing beside her, were so shocked that they stared at her nervously.

The fingers rubbed the teacup mechanically and subconsciously looked around. Then they realized that the scene they saw just now did not exist at all. The three of them were still sitting at the stone table and talking!

"I have something to tell you."

Jiang Rong was surprised. This was clearly a repetition of what Luo Yongping said just now appeared in her consciousness... She pursed her lips tightly, tried her best to focus her attention, glanced at the other party seriously and said, "What's the matter?"

Luo Yongping stood up, smiled honestly and said, "Let's go."

Han Wenwen suddenly became nervous and quietly pulled Jiang Rong's clothes, "Let's go back!"

Seeing her expression becoming very ugly, Jiang Rong whispered: "What are you afraid of?"

Luo Yongping, who was leading the way, seemed a little impatient, looked back at them and shouted, "Let's go."

Recalling the scene that appeared in his consciousness just now, Jiang Rong couldn't help but have a cold war. She grabbed Han Wenwen, stood there in a daze, and after careful consideration, she shouted to Luo Yongping, who had disappeared, and said, "It's getting late. Is there anything I have to say about it another day? You'd better send us back."

In the empty space, Jiang Rong's voice seemed pale and powerless, as if she was the only one here. Those static objects, including Han Wenwen, were petrified and were not angry.

Han Wenwen was extremely nervous and kept repeating: "Let's go back!"

Wow—Wow—Wow, a few rough and hoarse sounds suddenly came from the top of the heads of the two of them. When they looked up, they saw that a few crows appeared on the roof.

Crow! The uneasiness lurking in his heart deeply ate Jiang Rong's heart and firm determination.

"Let's go." He firmly spit out three words, grabbed Han Wenwen's cold hand, and prepared to walk out of the backyard. Before he finished speaking, he shouted!!! A powerful evil wind rushed from the dark aisle.

"There is a problem here..." Jiang Rong tightened her body and trembled. Han Wenwen's hand was trotting without saying a word... Oh my god, it's okay if she doesn't move, but when she moves, she realizes that the scene she saw just now has changed in a flash.

The abandoned houses, the ground with piles of fallen leaves, and a thick layer of dust settled on the stone table. Only those crows with bad intentions jumped and rolled their eyes with evil light, as if staring at them.

"Luo Yongping... Come out, you bastard." Jiang Rong shouted. His eyes were messy, and the ruined ruins were covered with vines like spirit snakes. In a panic, the two of them could not find the door to go out.

The two of them were circling back and forth, and a strange aura seemed to be close at hand. It was heavy, like the sigh of an old man, circling in his auditory senses.

The two of them couldn't calm down and randomly looked for a way out. They overturned the space, heavy breathing, messy footsteps, closed doors, shocking Arabic numerals stubbornly entered Jiang Rong's nerves in the perspective.

Finally, the two of them stopped at the door of Room 014... The door opened little by little... The huge shadow of fear immersed Jiang Rong's heart. There was a sense of despair, and suddenly the reminder of Brother Kui suddenly echoed in his ears - fear comes from self-confidence, from himself, calm everything, and ignore any link that does not belong to the real space.

Han Wenwen was as if she had been imposed on a fixed posture, staring blankly at the door that opened little by little. It seemed that something was about to come out. Jiang Rong felt that the hand she was holding was slippery and sweaty...

At the critical moment, a scream came from the open room: "Run quickly..."

Then, a pair of powerful hands stretched out from behind Jiang Rong and Han Wenwen, just like an eagle catching a chicken without even enough speed to cover up, pulling them back in one go - keep retreating!

My brain suddenly woke up and my consciousness recovered. What appeared in front of me was the fortune teller who greeted Han Wenwen at the entrance of the community, and everything I saw before was like smoke disappearing.

The old man pondered for a moment, and finally nodded deeply and said, "Just say there is something wrong, are you okay?"

Jiang Rong looked at the weeds and the muddy roads and the devastated old houses. The persimmon tree that had been full of fruits before was a dead hollow tree. It was puzzled by the feeling of desolation at the door of the bungalow where they were, clearly in front of a dilapidated house that was no longer inhabited by a dilapidated house. The dilapidated houses and dead hollow trees all highlighted the feeling of desolation!

Comforting Han Wenwen who was so shocked, Jiang Rong said to the old man: "Thank you."

"It's good that you're fine." The old man seemed very tired and looked bad.

"What happened just now, how did you know we're here?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "It was a surprise to see you two appear here. There has been no one here for a long time. You shouted loudly and don't go into the house. You didn't hear me, so I rushed in at all costs. As a result, I was still one step late, and you almost..."

"Who are you? Who is he?" Jiang Rong thought about it, and couldn't help but gasp. She was hanging over just now. If the old man hadn't appeared, I wonder what would have happened?

"It doesn't matter who I am. He must have told you the name, otherwise he would not have deceived you into trust."

"Luo Yongping!"

"Well, it should be." The old man nodded.

"Is there anything else in the broken house?" Jiang Rong remembered the details that appeared in the dream, and subconsciously raised her palm. Abby's name was still "Look at this."

"What is this?" The old man looked at the English name he didn't recognize and his face trembled slightly.

"It's a person's name, I dreamed that she asked for help."

The old man frowned and said, "It's better to care about yourself! This place is far away from your world, not a place to stay for a long time. Let's leave quickly before dark."

"No, old man, help us. There must be other people trapped in the house, she... is her." Jiang Rong raised her palm and said to the old man.

The old man's face darkened and sighed, "Don't go, you will regret it."
Chapter completed!