Chapter 580 Mist

"What happened?" Pi Ruan put down the teacup in his hand and looked in the direction of Luo He's sight, but he could only see a wall standing in the dark.

Without the protection of the door, he is now worse than an ordinary person.

"Someone woke up." Luo He said quickly, and after a moment, his pupils tightened slightly, "No, something invaded the dream I created and woke up others."

"Invaded your dream" Pi Ruan's face became strange when he heard it. No. 3's ability is to build a dream based on reality, and the guy who can invade his dream

can only be a ghost.

And it's a very special ghost.

The ghost finally appeared.

"Who was awakened?" Pi Ruan asked.

"Wait, I need to sense it." Luo He stretched out his hand and spread the black-covered book flat on the table. He placed one hand on the book, and the light blue light in his eyes exuded a glass-like texture, magnificent and mysterious.

"It's in that direction." Luo He suddenly looked to one side, where Zhao Xingguo and the other two's room were, "But I can't sense who it is, something is disturbing me."

A few minutes ago, Pandu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes, and the kerosene lamp in the room went out at some point.

The room was covered by a dark gray mist, as if it was coated with a layer of filter with a very old sense.

But what really frightened Pandu was that Zhao Xingguo, who was originally sleeping in the room, and Linghu Yong were gone.

He got up quickly, and his rich experience made him understand that panic had no effect and would only make himself die faster.

He tried his best not to make any noise, but walked to the place where Zhao Xingguo was before, stretched out his hand, and touched his bed.

It's cold.

It's been a while since he left.

Zhao Xingguo is gone, and Linghu Yong has also disappeared, which is very intriguing.

Pandu quickly analyzed the current situation. They had just come to this world, and he didn't believe that they would leave the room late at night to look for clues.

What prompted them to leave the room without a sound must have been an emergency.

The biggest possibility is that they found a ghost.

And this ghost is in the room!

Pandu didn't dare to breathe when he thought of this. The cold sweat on his forehead dripped down instantly. He looked around. The furniture around him seemed to be covered by a layer of gray mist and turned into blurred outlines.

No.

Run away quickly.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Pandu immediately walked out. He tried to slow down his steps and not make any noise.

But just as he opened the door and walked into the hall, the scene in front of him made his whole heart tremble. Including the door of his room, four doors were open.

And from the outside, there was no one inside.

In such a big building, it seemed that he was the only living person left.

They all ran away?

Damn it.

Without hesitation, Pandu immediately walked towards the door. Sure enough, the moment he stretched out his hand and held the door handle, his heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

The door was not locked.

It was just half-closed, and it opened with almost no effort.

The old door hinges made a harsh friction sound, as if no one had moved for a long time, and there was a hazy gray outside the door.

It was not simply dark, but more like a layer of fog that blocked the view, but if you look closely, you can still vaguely see the scene within a range of 10 meters.

He didn't see anyone, everyone seemed to have run away, leaving the range of their building.

Pandu felt that something was wrong, but just as he was thinking, a figure flashed in the fog.

"Stop, it's me, Pandu!" Pandu chased after the figure the moment he saw it. He recognized the figure as one of them.

In such an environment, being alone is desperate, especially since he has already determined that the problem is with this building.

The fog is as thick as liquid, and it is very physically demanding to walk through it.

What's more terrifying is that no matter how fast he runs or how loudly he shouts, the back in front of him just runs, doesn't look back, and doesn't respond.

They must have run for at least a few minutes, but until now, they have not encountered any obstacles such as walls.

The question arises.

Where is he now?

Is he still in Feng's house?

A bad feeling came to his mind, and Pandu began to slow down slowly, but the back figure running with his back to him also slowed down.

The distance between the two was still about 10 meters.

At this distance, Pandu could barely see the other person's back, but he couldn't confirm who this person was.

Without hesitation, Pandu stopped, turned around and ran back.

"Go back, I must go back!" Pandu was sweating all over, and the fog stuck to his body, like invisible hands, stopping him.

But this further confirmed his previous guess.

This is a trap.

What was waiting for him in the depths of the fog would only be ghosts.

The back figure before was a bait.

But as he was running desperately, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from behind him.

"Trample."

"Trample."

"Trample."

It was footsteps!

But the weird thing was that every step of the footsteps sounded like stepping into water, but he had been running for so long and didn't see any water.

Even weirder was that the rhythm of the footsteps was very poor, as if there was something wrong with the runner's body.

He suppressed his fear and quickly looked back.

This one look frightened him so much that his breathing stopped for a moment.

Behind him was still that figure, running backwards in a very strange posture, like a video playback, but faster than running desperately.

The distance between them was slowly shortening.

10 meters.

5 meters.

3 meters.

Just when Pandu thought he was going to die here, he suddenly bumped into something head-on, and was then instantly pulled away by a strong arm.

Then a hand tightly covered his mouth.

The scene fell into silence instantly.

The figure running with his back to him disappeared at some point, and at the same time, the strange sound of footsteps disappeared.

Time passed by minute by minute, Pandu's eyes widened, not daring to breathe, until

"I really don't understand how someone like you can get out of a nightmare alive." A calm voice came from behind his ear, with a hint of anger, "If I had appeared a few seconds later, you would be dead now."

The hand covering Pandu's mouth moved away, Pandu turned around, and what caught his eyes was a pair of deep blue eyes and a slightly impatient face.

"Thank you, thank you." No matter how stupid Pandu was, he knew that it was the other party who saved him. He remembered that the man was called Luo He.

It was a night watchman.

"By the way, where did you go?" Pandu asked in a low voice: "When I woke up, you were all gone, otherwise I would not have left."