Chapter 349 Where Is My Hand?

Not long after Huang Mao entered the house, two children with blood-red masks stuck their heads out of the wedding sedan.

Such a strange and terrifying scene, Bai Qiulin seemed to have not seen it, and walked by the side of the happy sedan chair.

The white paper lantern hanging on the door shook a few times and then suddenly went out, and the old house became even darker.

One by one, white 囍 characters were posted on the wall, and Huang Mao stood alone in the house: "This house is much bigger than the ones I've been to before, and there must be a lot of organs."

He is bold, but it doesn't mean he is stupid. The atmosphere in the house is not normal, and he has already felt it.

"Yellow Star..."

Someone was calling his name vaguely in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly, as if it came from the main hall.

"Are you calling me?" When he listened carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if it had never appeared before.

"There should be a matching surround sound device. I really can't see how expensive equipment would be installed in such a dilapidated scene."

A heart has been raised, Huang Mao slowly approached the main hall, and he carefully pushed the door open.

There are pale white curtains hanging in the room, it is obviously a happy event, but it is like a funeral.

"It's really a ghost marriage. I've played similar scenes, and it's nothing new."

"Yellow Star..."

Huang Mao was talking to himself by himself, and halfway through he said that the strange voice rang again, this time he heard it more clearly.

"That voice sounds familiar!"

It's a very strange feeling that the person calling his name should be an acquaintance in his life, but he just can't remember who that person is.

The dilapidated old house, the paper money all over the floor, and the white 囍 characters posted on the walls, the surrounding environment has not changed, but the feeling to Huang Mao is a little different, and it seems to be a little more gloomy.

A gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, his neck was cold, and Huang Mao turned back suddenly: "Who?"

"Why are you panicking? It's me." Bai Qiulin put one hand in his pocket and turned around in the room.

I saw other tourists,

Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you hear a woman talking just now?"

"No." Bai Qiulin looked through the various arrangements in the house, but he never got too far from the door.

"I clearly heard someone calling my name." Huang Mao glanced outside the door, and two children with blood-red faces jumped at the gate: "There is someone outside!"

Bai Qiulin also glanced at the gate, there was only an empty street outside the gate: "Are you sick? Where is anyone?"

"Damn it! It's true! There are two children with something painted on their faces." Huang Mao tried his best to describe the appearance of the two children.

"Do you think there is a haunted house that invites such a small child to pretend to be a ghost? If it's not a fake prop, then you are wrong."

When Bai Qiulin retracted his gaze, there were two more children at the gate sticking out their heads.

"I read that right!" This time Huang Mao just looked at the two children, and he rushed out: "I'll catch them for you later!"

Huang Mao rushed to the door in one breath, but the two children disappeared again, the street was empty, except for the paper money all over the floor, only the happy sedan was shaking gently.

"Where are the people? It's weird. I only ran out in a few seconds. Where can they go?"

"Yellow Star..."

Huang Mao suddenly shuddered, and the woman's voice came from his ear: "Why did the voice get closer to me after I ran outside? It felt like he was lying in my ear and talking to me. the same."

He took out the light on his mobile phone, trying to find the hidden sound, but he just turned on the flashlight that came with the mobile phone, and a woman's voice came from his ear.

"Yellow Star..."

The voice was closer, and it felt like it was about to dig into the depths of his mind.

"The evil door, it's too evil." Huang Mao has visited many haunted houses, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation: "You can't stay alone, get the wedding dress and go to meet Sister Cat."

Turning around and returning to the main hall, Huang Mao suddenly discovered an even more terrifying thing, Bai Qiulin was gone! A big living person just disappeared without a sound!

"What about people?"

A rare emotion spread in Huang Mao's heart, and he felt a trace of fear.

"Bai Qiulin!" Huang Mao called the tall and thin man's name, and he slowly walked into the bedroom.

This room is different from other rooms. The bed and quilt are all bright red, but it doesn't seem to feel any joy. Instead, it feels a little bloody. It seems that it is not paint, but blood.

"Looking like a girl's boudoir, the wedding dress should be here, right?" Huang Mao took a few steps forward, and there were red thin lines falling on the ground, which were particularly conspicuous among the white paper money all over the floor.

He walked over those red lines and walked to the bedside, where the red pillows and bedding were thrown together indiscriminately, and there were needles, threads, scissors and other messy things on the bed, but he didn't have the wedding dress he was looking for.

In the place where the wedding dress should appear most, but did not see the wedding dress, Huang Mao gritted his teeth: "I knew it would not be so simple."

He lifted the quilt on the bed, and could clearly see the blood spots, as if it were real.

"Huang Xing, look down..."

When Huang Mao was concentrating on searching, the woman's voice appeared in his mind without warning.

When people are highly nervous, they will be startled if they are tapped on the shoulder, let alone a sound that rings directly in their minds.

Huang Mao almost sat on the ground, he held the bed with one hand, very nervous.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists: "It's not like a sound effect! This is definitely not a sound effect!"

He twisted his arm, his heart beating wildly: "That voice just said one more sentence, yes! She said look down!"

Looking down, Huang Mao found that all the red lines in the room extended from under the bed.

"Under the bed?"

His Adam's apple trembled, he squatted down slowly, grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and supported the ground with the other, his head tilted to look under the bed.

His eyes kept moving downwards, every nerve of Huang Mao was tense, he gritted his teeth, and when his head was about to reach under the bed, suddenly a hand came out!

"groove!"

Huang Mao sat down on the ground, supported his body with both hands, and kept crawling back. His eyes were full of horror: "It seemed to be a severed hand just now! There is no arm, only one hand!"

Before he could get rid of the sudden shock, something suddenly hit his back.

Turning his head to look, Huang Mao found Bai Qiulin standing behind him: "You scared me to death! Where did you go just now!"

"Just turn around, by the way, did you see something under the bed?" Bai Qiulin asked curiously.

"A broken hand, it doesn't feel like someone is controlling it, and suddenly it got out from under the bed." Huang Mao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his calf is still shaking: "We have to leave here quickly, you come and pull I have a hand."

After Huang Mao finished speaking, he grabbed Bai Qiulin's left hand, but it was empty.

Holding Bai Qiulin's empty sleeves in his hand, Huang Mao's expression was a little dull, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while: "You, where is your hand?"

His neck was bent and twisted, as if he had suffered a huge impact from falling from a high-rise building. Bai Qiulin's seven orifices ooze blood. He looked at his empty left arm sleeve with a happy smile on his face.

"Yeah, where's my hand?"