Museum of the Dead

Chapter 25

Fei Yan got up, Tian Ling was still snoring next to him, completely unaffected by the shrill ghostly cry.

There was no light in the room, so he turned on the flashlight in his phone and shone on the walls and ceiling.

Fei Yan wouldn't be so bold if he had done it before, he would just hide in the blanket and curl up into a ball, feeling the sense of security brought by the thin blanket.

But the situation is different now, he has not much time left in this place, it is time to take the initiative to find the undead.

Although he took the initiative to attack, Fei Yan still didn't dare to get out of bed. He sat on the head of the bed, tightly grasped the quilt with one hand, and carefully searched around with the flashlight with the other hand.

But that voice was gone.

Is it my own hallucination?

impossible!He obviously heard it all.Fei Yan pushed Tianling next to him, trying to wake him up: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Tian Ling was woken up, but she was still in a daze: "...what's wrong?"

Fei Yan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Did you hear someone saying jingles just now? It came from the ceiling."

Tianling: "Eat grapes without spitting up grape skins, or eat grapes without spitting out grape skins?"

"...", this jingle is really good, Fei Yan denied it, "No, it's a song I often heard when I was young."

He memorized things at once, and began to recite the old man Ding's song casually, but after reciting it, he heard Tianling's breathing gradually becoming more even.

Fei Yan: "..."

Why did you fall asleep again?So is he singing a lullaby?

Tianling couldn't wake up, and he didn't dare to move. It was at a difficult time when Fei Yan heard Yin Lu'an's voice.

The sense of security that Yin Lu'an gave him seemed to be better than that of the quilt.

"Go out and have a look?"

"Huh?" Fei Yan thought that he might have heard the old man Ding's song too, "but... that voice seems to have disappeared..."

"It's okay." Yin Lu'an moved to Fei Yan's bedside at some point, her voice was very low, "I smell it."

Fei Yan was puzzled, "What did you smell?"

"The smell of blood."

-

In the dark night, a small road winds into the distance, with no end in sight.

Zhang's father, who was still beating his wife and children at home in the afternoon, was walking on the road drunk with a wine bottle at the moment.

He was swearing and swearing, and he probably lost the remaining money on the gambling table today.

"Stinky bitch, dare to lie... dare to lie...I!" Zhang's father slipped his hand and spit out the bottle directly, "I didn't let me know about the fucking hidden money! I... If I catch you ...I have to peel off your skin!"

He staggered to and fro, picked up half of the wine bottle and continued to walk around. At this time, he was alone on the road, and the moon was suddenly half covered by dark clouds.

"Fuck! What a broken thing!" Without the light source, he seemed to be tripped by something when he was walking forward, and he staggered a few steps before standing still, and then looked back carefully, ready to kick that thing hard. Let out your anger.

As a result, when he saw this, he suddenly let out a tragic cry, "Ah——"

The thing that tripped him just now was nothing but a skull!

And the skull suddenly let out a weird laugh.The laughter was so dark and terrifying that it almost pierced people's eardrums.

Zhang's father directly kicked the skull far away. At this moment, he was mostly sober from the wine. Fear gradually occupied his heart, and his heartbeat almost stopped.He scrambled to get up, and he didn't care about anything else, just kept running forward.

He exerted all his strength, and after running for a while, he stopped panting.

Hell it is!He was sober now, thinking that walking outside in the middle of the night would inevitably bump into ghosts, and he was thinking about going home quickly.

But the usual journey of more than ten minutes did not arrive after two hours of walking today.

Usually, when he was drunk and closed his eyes, he could find the way home. He swore it was impossible not to remember.

Father Zhang was frightened and anxious, his legs trembled.At this moment, he was so tired that he was furious, and kicked out the things at his feet.

It turned out that the thing was round, and it really rolled out along the road.

Father Zhang took a closer look through the moonlight, oh my god!This is still the skull just now!

At this moment, he finally believed that he had hit a ghost!Walked around and back to the same place!

The skull rolled and suddenly stopped moving. It was facing him, and its teeth "clicked and clicked", as if it was chewing something delicious.

Suddenly, it floated up from the ground and hung in the air, still laughing sharply, it directly attacked the man's neck!

"Ah——" This man who can only kill his wife and children is helpless when faced with the attack of a ghost, "Help! Help...Help! Help!"

The pain in his neck was excruciating, and he kept yelling "help" or begging for mercy, only hoping to save his life by doing so.

It's a pity that the evil spirit is ruthless and will never let him go.The skull bit tightly on Zhang's father's neck, the blood kept flowing out from the man's neck, and was swallowed by it into the bone.

It also let out a contented sigh when swallowing, accompanied by the sound of "gudong gudong" swallowing blood.And the man's cry for help gradually weakened, and then even the sound of breathing disappeared.

The skull finally stopped. It left Father Zhang's neck, and the whole skeleton turned bright red, as if stained with blood.

As for the man who fell to the ground, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were about to pop out. His face was exhausted and his face was completely blue, leaving only a piece of human skin wrapped around the bones.

He died, a dead body.

-

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, even a drowsy person like Tianling could feel it.

The four of them felt that something was wrong, and they came to the front lobby. The lights in the lobby were still on, and there was a strange mixed indescribable smell in the room.

Fei Yan noticed that there was still smoke coming from the top of the incense burner, could it be that... someone came here just now?

Why burn incense in the house in the middle of the night?

Could it be that Xiaofang misses her relatives so much that she wakes up in the middle of the night when she can't sleep, and puts a thought on her grandma?It was reasonable to think so, so Fei Yan didn't care, and turned his head to see that the three of them were silently facing Liu Xuemei's room door.

"What's wrong?" Fei Yan was puzzled, "What's wrong with this house?"

Yin Luan stepped forward, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard Xiaofang's voice from behind: "What are you doing?"

Fei Yan got goosebumps from the shock.

Wasn't she still in this room just now?How did it appear in the blink of an eye?

Fei Yan felt that everything around him was getting weirder and weirder. He was a little uneasy, but he remained calm on the surface: "It's okay, I can't sleep and come out for a walk. What about you?"

Xiaofang looked sad, "I just had a dream about my grandma, and I couldn't sleep when I woke up. I came here and burned some incense for her."

"I see." Fei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "No wonder the lights in this room are still on."

"Is your mother okay here? Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Xiaofang looked at the few people, "It's so late, are you still not sleeping?"

Fei Yan was a little embarrassed. The four strangers lived in a house with only women, and they were still standing at the door of the hostess' room in the middle of the night. Whoever judged this situation could only be that they were not good people.

"Yeah. I heard a strange sound just now, come out and have a look." Fei Yan asked, "By the way, haven't you heard any strange sounds in the past few nights? For example, 'new wife', 'old man Ding' or something like that?"

Xiaofang was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was a little frightened and shrank her neck, looking pitiful: "Brother, do you like to tell ghost stories at night? I dare not listen."

Fei Yan: "..." I'm really not making up a story.

Xiaofang meant that she didn't hear it, but the voice was so loud and weird, how could she be indifferent?

"Sister, I'm scared!" Xiaofang pulled Hu Po's neighbor, "You can sleep with me, okay?"

The little girl's lips were pale, her shoulders were still trembling, she was very pitiful, her eyes were red, and she kept staring at Amber.

Amber thought about it for a while, and finally nodded.

So the two left just like that, leaving only three men looking at each other in the lobby.

Tianling scratched his head: "So - what are we - doing now?"

Yin Luan glanced around her body a few times: "The smell of blood has faded now, it was very strong just now."

"Maybe someone killed a pig in the middle of the night?" Fei Yan said solemnly.

Yin Luan: "..."

"Maybe something happened outside." Yin Lu An said, "Since this thing doesn't come out during the day and plays tricks at night, we simply came to the door on our own initiative."

"How do we take the initiative?" Fei Yan leaned his head over to listen.

Yin Luan looked at him, "Go up the mountain and look for the crock grave."

-

The temperature in the mountains at night was as low as several degrees, and Fei Yan's lips were black and purple, and his teeth were chattering.

He trembled and asked, "Why did you leave Tianling there?"

"It's not safe for Amber to stay there by herself, it's more reassuring to have a team of two." Yin Luan heard that he was cold, took off his coat, and threw it to him, "Put it on."

"Ah?" Fei Yan took the clothes into his hand before he could react, and he shook his head, "No need, you don't wear more clothes than me, and it will get hot again after walking."

Yin Luan suddenly stopped and turned around.Fei Yan had been following behind him all the time, but now he couldn't stop at all, and slammed into the curator's arms.

The curator's chest was very hot, and he could still feel his elastic muscles when he hit it.

Fei Yan felt uncomfortable, and just wanted to push him away, but he was pressed into his arms instead.

Fei Yan: "!" What's going on?Most of the night, still in the mountains.

He wanted to break free, but found that Yin Luan's strength was terrifying!Fei Yan was held firmly in his chest, there was no gap between the two of them.

Fuck!I didn't mean to bump into it on purpose, why are you hugging so tightly?

Fei Yan felt the heat pouring in from the other person's body. After a while, the blood in his hands and feet became hot. With the circulation of blood, he felt as if he had entered a heated room in winter, and his whole body was numb and numb.

"Is it still cold now?" Yin Luan lowered his head and asked him, his chin gently rubbing against his forehead.

It turned out that he was afraid that he would be cold, Fei Yan was a little moved, and was about to answer that he was not cold anymore, but the man said again: "If you don't put on clothes to seduce me, I don't mind using this method to warm you up." .”

Fei Yan: "..." Oh, such a domineering president-like line, and the aura of the king of Liang, the curator must not be smart, why is his personality so split...

He may not know that all this is just because the curator took a few more glances at the love battle book hidden under the pillow before going to bed-"The Overbearing President's Substitute Wife".

Fei Yan looked up at the man with some sympathy.

Maybe the ghost life of more than 1000 years was too lonely, and he had to split another personality to accompany him.

Thinking about it this way, it's not impossible, Fei Yan sighed, that's all, what can we do?Didn't he support you like a filial son?

Fei Yan gently pushed him away, but with his movement, the other party said again: "Don't move."

Fei Yan: "..." Damn it, if you dare to say something like "You little devil, if you touch me again, I'll kill you", he will never want to talk to this man again!

Yin Lu'an still held Fei Yan in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, with confidence and a smile in his voice: "I found it, Crock Grave."

Fei Yan was shocked, turned his head hastily, and saw——

It was a small house built of bricks, a little higher than the knees, with no ventilation.

Then he saw something even more frightening - a blood-red skull, with the sound of grinding teeth, and occasionally let out a terrifying laugh or two.

Found it, this time the undead.

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