Mysterious Recovery

Zhang Qing, who was cursed by the pendulum clock, and Wan Tong took Liu Baimu's pale head across the weird steps, 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, dim aisle.

On both sides of the aisle are rusty iron fences, which are separated from each other to form independent small rooms.

It looked like...a 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 still cells in the ancient house. This is a weird place that has not been discovered, and judging from the size of this place, it seems to be larger than the entire ancient house." That was called Wan Wan. The ghost rider of copper looked around, and he was very puzzled.

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

Liu Baimu, with only his head left, was in a very poor state at the moment. He often closed his eyes, as if he was going 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 in a secret room. It is very secret. The owner who built this ancient house definitely does not want this place to be discovered. Therefore, the cell here is not used to detain people, but should be used. .... Detaining the ghost."

"This is a cell dedicated to imprisoning ghosts."

"The cell where the ghost is imprisoned? How could it be possible that there is no gold, no spiritual object suppression, how can such a cell be locked in a ghost." Zhang Qing felt that Liu Baimu's speculation was very unreasonable.

"I think this should be the cell where the living was previously held. Maybe there were some shady secret experiments here." Wan Tong guessed.

Liu Baimu said immediately: "Look carefully at the gap between the iron fences. In such a large gap, living people can get out with their sideways, and there are no prison doors in all the cells."

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

These rusty iron cells do not have a prison door, and the gaps between the iron fences are so large that adult men can get in and out of them sideways.

The speculation of detaining living people was immediately broken.

It is indeed very possible that these rooms, like prison cages, are imprisoning Li ghosts.

"But I can't figure it out, how could such a perfunctory cell lock up a real ghost." Zhang Qing frowned, and he tentatively reached out and grabbed a rusty iron pillar and shook it.

The entire iron fence shook, which shows that the thing is not strong.

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

Liu Baimu said, "Don't waste too much time here, quickly check to see if you can find the pendulum clock, this ancient house has already been searched everywhere, and there are really not many places left without searches. , Maybe the pendulum clock is here."

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

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong nodded.

Whether they want it or not, there is no retreat at this time, they can only bite the bullet and go on.

Continue to explore along the aisles in the middle of the cells on both sides.

The light above the head dimmed at dusk, and the air was filled with the smell of corpses. This smell came along with the cold and humid air, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

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

The surroundings are silent, quiet and somewhat depressed.

In this environment, the nerves of all three people are tense.

Because it is not surprising that a supernatural event occurs in such a place.

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

Zhang Qing turned around holding Liu Baimu's head and looked at him, his face suddenly changed.

In the lighted place in the cell, a pair of skinny, cold, dead feet covered with corpses lay quietly and motionless, these legs showed no signs of decay, as if they had been abandoned here for many years. The other end of the leg was hidden in the darkness.

The dim light could not spread, so the corpse in the darkness could not be seen clearly.

"Nothing...but it's definitely not a normal dead body."

Zhang Qing's eyes flickered: "There is a high probability that it is a ghost who has fallen asleep."

"I think so too. A normal dead body has already decayed. Only the corpse that has been corroded by the spiritual power can not rot for a long time, or that the corpse itself is a ghost." Wan Tong nodded his head in agreement. .

"Since there hasn't been any movement for a long time, there should be nothing wrong at this moment. Let's move on."

The two withdrew their gazes and continued to move forward.

The more you go forward, the more frightening you feel.

They saw many strange things in the cell.

In some cells, there was a wooden stool covered with red paint. It looked like a supernatural object, but it was always a medium for triggering ghosts. It was placed in the cell to refuse to be touched.

Some cells could not be illuminated by the lights, and the darkness behind the iron fence revealed an unusual weirdness.

Other cells were empty and there was nothing, but the rusty iron fence was twisted and deformed, and even several pieces were broken. It seemed that the things that were once locked in it escaped.

Some strange noises came from other cells, as if someone was pacing back and forth inside, but there was nothing inside.

......

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

There is no doubt that there are some unexplainable supernatural phenomena in most of the cells, like ghosts appearing at any time, but it is strange that there are so many supernatural phenomena here, but they have not suffered from ghosts along the way. Assault.

Although frightening, but he is very safe.

Could it be said that the cell really imprisoned Li Gui in it?

But how is it all done?

Although puzzled, they can only bury all this in their hearts, and they have not forgotten their purpose.

Find the pendulum clock that cursed everyone.

But soon.

The prison in this room came to an end.

A thick bluestone brick wall.

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

There is an old lamp on the table. The 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, and a few notebooks with yellowed paper next to it. It seems that there are still unfinished notes on it.

"Someone seems to have lived here." Zhang Qing walked over slowly with inconvenient steps.

He checked the desk.

His eyes finally settled on the notebook on the table.

However, the handwriting on the note is very strange, like a symbol, and it seems that the strokes are missing. It is not complete at all, and there is no way to recognize the handwriting on it.

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

"What kind of talent will live here?" Zhang Qing frowned.

"Wan Tong, look for it and see if there is any new discovery."

The two began to rummaged on this desk.

at the same time.

The hunting of the Yang Jian team continues.

Accompanied by a desperate scream, he killed the last ghost wielder hiding in the second floor.

The process is still simple and smooth.

"Next, I have to go to the third floor." Yang Jian slightly raised his head and looked upstairs.

There are not many ghost wielders left.

He remembered that a person named Zhang Qing hadn't appeared yet, and that Wantong, codenamed Ghost Strike, had also disappeared.

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

These three people are probably hiding on the third floor.

"Look, that ghost has appeared again." Suddenly, Feng Quan pointed to the front.

Next to the stairs in front, I don't know when a door suddenly appeared strangely. In front of the door stood a lifeless middle-aged man. The man's face was stiff and his eyes looked numbly.

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

"Is this ghost eyeing us?"

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

Just after Yang Jian had this idea, he saw that the middle-aged man standing in front of the room quickly disappeared.

Like an illusion, the person is gone, and the door of the room is gone.

Everything is back to normal again.

"Xiong Wenwen, foresee it and see if this phenomenon will reappear in the future."

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

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

"Nothing, it just needs to be confirmed. This may be a signal, not a supernatural phenomenon." Yang Jian speculated.

Xiong Wenwen's prediction began.

He closed his eyes and predicted what would happen in the next ten minutes. In fact, he now has a ghost token, which can extend the time of this prediction. If necessary, he can even extend it to an hour later.

It's just that the longer the time, the more supernatural beings involved, the greater the deviation of the prediction.

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

"Go to the third floor."

Yang Jian acted immediately, and he led everyone to the third floor.

Xiong Wenwen once again pointed out: "There, then the position of the ghost has not changed anymore."

The direction he was pointing was to a wall, there was no room at all, but on that wall, a door was outlined with a mark.

It seems that there was a door here at some point, but now, the door is missing.

"Are you sure it is there?" Feng Quanneng asked.

"You can't believe in others, can't you still believe in Daddy Bear?" Xiong Wenwen was still very arrogant.

As an adult, I don’t care about it with children.

The others looked at Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian looked down at the pocket watch in his hand.

The time on the pocket watch is compared with the time in reality.

Something strange happened.

The minute hand in normal time makes two turns, and the time on the pocket watch has only passed by one minute.

"The time here is messy. The time inside the old house is not consistent with the time outside. We are not cursed by the pendulum clock, so we can't see this fan."

Yang Jian speculated: "If I am not wrong, these fans do not exist in the present, but exist in the past."

"Only when the old house restarts, the door will appear, and the time of appearance will be very short. Once the time is staggered again, the door will disappear again."

"Is there such an evil?" Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya and others opened their eyes wide.

There is no door in the present, only in the past.

This is 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 riders in this ancient house can't find the magical pendulum clock, because the pendulum clock interferes with time, so that it does not exist in it. Now, so you know that the pendulum clock is in the old house, but you can’t find it."

"How can things from the past be discovered by people now, as if you couldn't eat the food of yesterday."

"It's just that the pendulum clock in the ancient house has been restarted countless times, and it is no longer known in which time period it exists. This spiritual item has been disturbed by its own spiritual power and completely lost in the past. Maybe someday luck. Okay, that spiritual item has emerged on its own again, and of course it may never appear in this world."

From the memories of some people, Yang Jian combined his own understanding and clues in his hands to boldly draw his own conclusions.

"If that's the case, it's too scary, a supernatural pendulum clock that can intervene in time." Feng Quan fell silent.

Tong Qian said: "Since we can't find the supernatural item, we don't need to look for it. We don't need to waste time on it. Now the entire ancient house has been searched, there should be no missing fish. I think we should next Leave here, and then inform Wang Chaling to let him deal with the corpses of these people to avoid the occurrence of supernatural incidents."

"This is over? Don't fight anymore?" Xiong Wenwen asked in surprise.

Huang Ziya glanced at her: "Fighting all the way, everyone is dead, so what else?"

"People are not dead, and two people were missed. No, it should be three people. Liu Baimu's body was not found." Yang Jian looked at the door drawn on the wall.

There was 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 people who were missing have a high probability of entering this door.

"Continue to contact Li Yang, and leave here after you find him. If you don't find him, after the next wave of ancient house bells rang to make sure that no one else has survived, we will leave again." Yang Jian retracted His gaze suppressed the curiosity and impulse in his heart, and he didn't try to open the door that didn't exist.

"it is good."

The others nodded, feeling this is the safest way.

Yang Jian didn't want to take too much risk either. He was the captain and had to consider the overall situation. Now things are almost done, so naturally he just accepts what he sees.

Otherwise, you will be in danger, and you will lose a lot if you lose your teammates.

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

This is the time of the old house.

Only the pocket watch that Wang Chaling gave to Yang Jian can accurately record the time here.

The watches, mobile phones and other timing tools brought in from outside just show the normal time outside the old house.

If you can't know the time inside the old house, you can't grasp the moment of each restart.