Chapter 397: The Evil Forces of Gayaozi

Under dim light.

What appeared in front of the little fat man was a face that had been deeply decayed.

The skin on the doctor's face had completely disappeared, and the dark red muscle fibers were all slender. It looked particularly scary, especially the empty eye sockets, which were staring at Ye Wan blankly.

That moment.

Ye Wan felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Everything around him seemed to be frozen, and the huge fear turned into a substantial shadow that completely engulfed him.

After a few seconds.

Ye Wan finally reacted and let out a terrified scream.

"What's your name?" Zhao Ping came up from behind Ye Wan, glanced at the doctor's rotting body, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a prop. It's lifelike at most, so it won't scare you." Like this.”

"But…"

Ye Wan's face was still pale.

What his companion said made sense, but the feeling of holding his shoulders just now lingered in Ye Wan's heart.

If it were really a prop, it would be too realistic.

Su Heng also walked forward and gently touched the doctor's cheek with his fingers. His face became a little ugly. With the perception ability of a third life level evolved person, he could naturally tell that the doctor in front of him was definitely not some kind of prop but a genuine human corpse.

Judging from the degree of decomposition of the body.

He has been dead here for at least ten years.

"Brother, is this a real person or a prop?" the little fat man asked tremblingly.

Su Heng had previously said that he was a teacher in a martial arts gym. Coupled with Su Heng's sudden burst of speed, in such a strange environment, the little fat man had completely regarded Su Heng as the backbone of the team.

What surprised him was.

In the team, the two concentric women have fair skin and slender figures with no trace of martial arts training.

But why do they look so carefree and not afraid at all?

Thinking of Jia Miya's eyes and special hair color, the little fat man was very confused. But now he was so scared that he put all these things behind him for the time being.

"Props, don't be too afraid."

Su Heng said slowly.

Ordinary people's ability to accept is limited. If the little fat man is told the truth and his defense is broken, there is no way he will do anything irrational.

With Jia Miya and Liu Qingqing here, Su Heng can ensure the safety of himself and innocent people even if he encounters danger.

but…

Su Heng's purpose of entering the haunted house was not for adventure from the beginning.

But to investigate the truth.

In order to find clues about the Infinity Gate, proper preparation and weakness are necessary before doing so.

"It turns out to be a prop."

The little fat man patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was scared to death. I really thought it was the doctor's body just now."

call!

A gust of cold wind blew from the window.

The dilapidated windows couldn't cover it at all, and the white paper scattered around suddenly blew up and flew everywhere.

It was clearly early summer, but when the cold wind blew, the little fat man couldn't help shivering, and he folded his hands around his chubby head and shrank like a quail.

I actually felt the slightest bit of coldness.

"What should we do now." The little fat man turned his eyes to Su Heng.

The doctor is dead.

The clues are broken here, and I am a little confused as to what to do next.

"Here's a note."

Liu Qingqing bent down and picked something up from under the table, opened it and handed it to Su Heng.

The little fat man quickly tiptoed over and saw the following words written in messy fonts on the note:

"They come alive, and we're all going to die here...the answers to everything are in the basement."

Maybe it's because of time constraints.

The fonts on the note were too messy, so Su Heng and the little fat man squinted and read them carefully for a long time.

It is only possible to identify two meaningless sentences like this from a large paragraph of text.

The little fat man's breathing became very slow. At this time, no matter how big-minded he was, he discovered the problem.

The font was obviously written by people in despair. There was a large dark red stain on the note that looked like blood, coupled with the shock caused by the doctor just now.

The little fat man trembled and said, "Brother, you see it's getting late now, it's already noon, why don't we go out for a meal first... I'll treat you!"

When saying the last words.

The little fat man's fleshy face twitched obviously twice.

It was obviously a pain in the flesh. Just eating something inside the scenic spot would cost several hundred yuan. For a middle school student, this might be half a year's pocket money.

Before Su Heng could speak.

Liu Qingqing leaned against the wall, her long black hair pouring down from her face, and she suddenly said in a sinister tone: "There are words behind the note."

"Um?"

Su Heng was stunned.

Turning the note to the back, his pupils shrank slightly.

"They're coming, right behind you!"

"Wow!"

Almost at the same time.

A shrill, shrill howl suddenly sounded in the empty haunted house.

A fierce wind blew across the ground.

Su Heng's muscles all over his body were tense, and his skin was covered with a faint metallic sheen. The waist was twisted, and the muscles that had contracted to the extreme trembled slightly. The strength in his body was like a dragon roaring, and he punched back fiercely.

Bang!

A monster slammed into Su Heng's fist.

The air that was squeezed to the extreme exploded in all directions, and the black shadow let out a sharp and painful howl, and flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came.

The door of the room behind was open.

When leaving, the black shadow stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner.

Zhao Ping's body of more than 100 pounds was caught in the black shadow's hand like a rag doll, and disappeared from Su Heng's sight after two consecutive jumps.

"Hiss..."

Su Heng was slightly startled.

In a hurry, although he only used 50% of his strength just now, the casual attack of the third life level was also extraordinary.

But the monster was not seriously injured, and its speed and flexibility did not decrease. It was able to take Zhao Ping away from Su Heng's sight.

He chased outside the door.

In the long corridor, the dim incandescent lamp had completely exploded.

It was clearly noon and the weather was clear outside, but there was no light outside the window, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.

Su Heng even suspected that he might no longer be in the perception world of Terraria, but in a special environment similar to a restricted area.

"Kaa! Kaa!"

Three or two black-feathered crows with red eyes seemed to be frightened.

At this moment, they flapped their wings and flew away from the branches, leaving only a few feathers slowly falling.

"Brother! Please save Zhao Ping!"

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At this time, the little fat man seemed to react to what had just happened.

Although it was only a moment, the little fat man saw the face of the monster clearly... He was wearing a white hospital gown, his body was thin, but his limbs were particularly sharp and slender, and his dark and rough skin was like a demon.

What was even more terrifying was that the monster's head seemed to be cut open by some kind of sharp weapon.

The upper part disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an empty jaw and a sharp gum, with a scarlet tongue spitting out...

No wonder the monster kept repeating "I can't hear" and "I'm so hungry".

Thinking of this.

The little fat man was even more scared, and he looked like he was about to cry out.

"Let me save Zhao Ping?" Su Heng returned to the room and was a little surprised when he heard this.

Although the little fat man is timid, he has a good temperament. In such a dangerous environment, he didn't just think about running away, but was concerned about the safety of his companions.

"Are you sure?"

Su Heng clapped his hands and asked, "If I go to save Zhao Ping, what will you do if that monster comes again?"

"Uh..."

The little fat man was stunned and couldn't speak.

"But, but Zhao Ping is the one I asked to play with. If he has an accident, how can I face his parents?" The little fat man's eyes were red, and tears were about to fall.

"Okay, okay!"

Su Heng waved his hand. In fact, even if the little fat man didn't say anything, he planned to continue chasing to see what was hidden in this haunted house.

He said to Liu Qingqing in the corner, "I'll go to the basement to see if I can find any clues. I'll trouble you to take care of this little fat man."

Liu Qingqing was biting a rubber band in her mouth and was tying her hair.

After hearing Su Heng's words, she raised her hand and made an OK gesture.

Su Heng and his template have gone through countless crises together, so this little thing is naturally unnecessary.

He nodded, turned around and quickly disappeared into the dim corridor.

...

After arriving at the first floor.

Su Heng did not rush into the basement.

Instead, he returned to the corridor on the first floor and looked towards the entrance.

It was completely shrouded in darkness like a substance. He tried to walk into the depths of darkness, but the familiar corridor seemed to be infinitely extended.

A road of just a few dozen meters.

Su Heng walked quickly for two minutes but still couldn't reach the end.

"Ghost wall?"

He realized that the whole haunted house became weird, exuding a vague malice.

However, even so.

Su Heng was not afraid.

If it was just him, the situation he encountered was indeed a bit tricky.

After all, Su Heng's talents were all simple and unpretentious in defense, and it was indeed difficult to solve special situations. Even if he tried one by one with the power of the template, it would be easy to alarm the enemy.

But now.

There are Liu Qingqing and Jamiya here.

Su Heng's mentality suddenly changed. He had enough confidence and time to complete this "game" to the end and win the final victory.

After discovering the abnormality, Su Heng turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"Why didn't you let me take action just now?" Liu Qingqing's voice came from the spiritual space, "If it were me, the little guy wouldn't be able to escape."

"I suspect that someone in the haunted house wants to lead me out."

Su Heng was silent for a while, and then replied: "Do you remember the story introduction we saw outside the haunted house? In the horror hospital, the doctors who were bewitched by the cult used the organs of patients to cultivate corpses."

"So, you suspect they are eyeing your organs."

"Well. I want to try to seduce the mastermind behind this haunted house."

Su Heng suddenly thought of the Golden Triangle in his previous life, and felt that there was some weird commonality between the two. He asked again:

"By the way, how is the situation there?"

"It's okay."

Liu Qingqing replied, "But Sister Jamiya went out just now. She said she was worried that you might be in danger, so she came to find you. However, I think she must be hungry and wants to go out to find something to eat."

"Then remember to tell her to be careful and not let anyone steal the snake gall."

"Hmm..." Liu Shu obviously didn't know the allusion in Su Heng's words, and answered seriously, "Sister Jamiya's snake gall, I'm afraid it would take the evil god himself to get it."

"Anyway, this haunted house is a bit weird, you should pay more attention to safety."

End the call.

Su Heng stopped and looked up to see the stairs leading to the basement appear in front of him.

There was a rusty iron door at the entrance of the stairs, with a chain hanging on the door handle and yellow seals on both sides of the door.

However, the seal had been torn off and the chain fell to the ground.

The whole door opened inwards.

It was empty and dark inside, as if it was leading to hell.

Su Heng took a deep breath, and his muscles were slightly tense. He had experienced numerous dangers and strange things, but he still dared not take it lightly.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the basement.

The rusty iron door behind him seemed to be pulled by the invisible hand of the ancient god and slammed shut.

It was pitch black in his sight.

Then it slowly lit up, a strange scarlet light like blood, pouring down from the incandescent lamp above his head, and the air was filled with a strong smell of formalin.

But even so, the lingering stench of corpses still could not be dissipated.

Snap!

He took two steps forward.

He suddenly felt something sticky under his soles, as if he was stepping on some gelatinous liquid.

Su Heng lowered his head and looked into the distance along the traces of the water flow. Under the dim light, huge glass tubes stood on both sides of the wall, densely packed. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of them in the entire basement.

Most of the test tubes were well preserved.

Through the dark green solution, you can vaguely see deformed and twisted limbs inside, as if a biochemical monster is sealed in it.

One of the test tubes has been broken, and it seems that the time of the breakage is not long. The sticky liquid on the floor that has not dried up is flowing out of the broken test tube.

"So the monster that attacked me just now escaped from the basement."

Su Heng looked at the test tubes and touched his chin.

There was a vague guess in his heart.

But...

Who made the monsters in these test tubes, and what is the purpose.

And, most importantly, what is the relationship between this haunted house called Horror Hospital and the Infinite Gate recorded in Xiangliu's inheritance?

He buried these questions in his heart.

Continue to move towards the depths of the basement, and finally see Zhao Ping squatting on the ground with his back to him in the corner of the wall.

"Are you okay?"

Su Heng stepped forward and patted Zhao Ping on the shoulder.

"Hehehe!"

Zhao Ping, who had been silent, suddenly laughed at this moment, and his shoulders began to tremble obviously, and the weird laughter echoed in the dim basement.

The young man slowly turned around, his pupils full of fear, and he covered his mouth with both hands, but the sticky blood plasma continued to gush out from between his pale fingers.

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