Chapter 274: Zhumen
Chapter 274: Zhumen

"What are you doing?"

Ou Zheng asked the doubts in his heart.

“Find the middle point.”

Bai Yanliang said without turning his head.

Just as Xu Zhifei guessed.

And when Bai Yanliang explained the significance of his current actions, the three finally understood what he meant.

If you throw it a little to the left, the hand that reaches out is the hand on the right wall.

When he threw it a little to the right, it was the hand on the left wall that stretched out.

So... what about the center?
At this moment, Bai Yanliang suddenly waved his hand, and Xu Zhifei stepped forward to help him hold down one end of the shoelaces and straighten it completely.

Bai Yanliang held the other end, and the two of them measured the width of the corridor in front of them with shoelaces.

Then, Bai Yanliang folded the measured shoelace in half and made a mark at the midpoint.

This time, even the dumbest person understood his strategy.

When the shoelace with the mark was placed at the entrance of the corridor again, the midpoint of the corridor was found.

"Prepare."

Bai Yanliang turned around and glanced at the three people, especially Ou Zheng who was still lying on the ground.

Ou Zheng climbed up from the ground with sweat all over his face. Fear and the desire to survive numbed his pain temporarily. Ou Zheng himself could not have imagined that he, who would normally scream for a long time when his toe was hit, did not scream so exaggeratedly when his palm was broken at the wrist.

I have to say that human beings are quite despicable creatures.

Seeing that the three of them were ready to rush over, Bai Yanliang glanced at Xu Zhifei, nodded, and then threw the last small object along the middle point of the shoelace, which was the middle of the corridor...

They moved!

Yang Xiaocan's makeup box had just been thrown into the corridor, and before it flew one or two meters, the arms on the walls on both sides suddenly began to riot wildly!
This time, because Bai Yanliang threw it along the middle point, both arms attacked at the same time!
Bai Yanliang stared at them intently. This time, arms stretched out from both sides of the wall at the same time, because they all believed that this was the area they should be "responsible for".

However... for them, the arm extending from the opposite wall has now become a foreign object that must be eliminated!
A horrific scene happened.

The arms on the left and right walls were grabbing and tangling with each other frantically. These arms were like independent individuals, and it was impossible to distinguish between "friend and foe".

They attacked each other frantically. The tragic and horrifying scene before them made Yang Xiaocan and the other two feel a sore throat.

Then, they looked at Bai Yanliang as if he were a monster, but Bai Yanliang did not give them time to sigh.

After these ghost hands tore each other apart from the wall, Bai Yanliang immediately started walking and rushed into the corridor!

The corridor was now filled with a sickening, rich smell of blood.

But at this moment, even the most timid Yang Xiaocan rushed in after seeing Bai Yanliang rushing forward.

Bai Yanliang, who was in the front, was the first to see the end of the corridor.

There is a door there.

A red door.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of door should not appear in a gallery.

No...it should be said that this kind of door only exists in the mansions of wealthy families in ancient times.

It is painted vermilion and has two huge door knockers hanging on it. It is the most typical ancient vermilion door.

A trace of uneasiness quietly emerged in Bai Yanliang's heart.

This door... compared to everything he had just seen, gave him a completely different feeling. Frankly speaking, whether it was the corridor, the hall, or the evil spirit crawling on the ceiling, none of them could give Bai Yanliang a different feeling.

Even...not as good as the Wu Ji mission.

But as soon as this door appeared, Bai Yanliang felt something was wrong.

He walked out of the corridor and stopped in front of the vermilion door.

Next came Xu Zhifei, and she also felt... an atmosphere that was completely different from before.

This door is too abrupt.

Soon, Yang Xiaocan, Ruan Jie and Ou Zheng also arrived at the vermilion gate.

Unlike Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei, these three people were indifferent to this door that exuded an ominous aura.

It seemed that to them, the arms on the wall were even more terrifying.

However... Bai Yanliang noticed that Yang Xiaocan's expression was a little strange.

So he asked, "Have you seen this door?"

Yang Xiaocan was stunned for a moment, then he took a careful look at the vermilion door, shook his head, nodded, and said:
"I... am not sure... If this is the door, it shouldn't be here..."

As soon as Yang Xiaocan finished speaking, Ou Zheng seemed to remember something, and a trace of doubt appeared on his pale face: "You mean, the news from a month ago?"

"What news?" Bai Yanliang asked.

"A month ago, when Ancheng was building an underground rail transit, they accidentally dug up an ancient tomb." Ruan Jie explained, "At that time... a photo was widely circulated on social media, and in that photo... it seemed to be this door."

Is there such a thing?

Bai Yanliang looked up at the door that exuded an ominous aura. So... there was a tomb inside it.

"No!" Ou Zheng suddenly shouted, "A month ago... this Rouge Gallery suddenly became famous a month ago, right?"

His words reminded Yang Xiaocan and Ruan Jie. The two girls thought about it and their faces changed.

"Could it be that... the underground of this Rouge Gallery is the tomb... Maybe it was accidentally offended when digging underground, so the owner of the gallery on the ground... got into trouble..."

Yang Xiaocan murmured softly, and the more he spoke, the uglier his expression became.

Moreover, although it sounds a bit outrageous, if you think about it carefully, the possibility of what she said is actually not low.

The owner of this gallery may have been possessed by a ghost, so he changed his gallery beyond recognition.

In fact, it’s not a haunted house at all, it’s a tomb!

Those who come here to visit and have fun, after they go back...are they really still themselves?

Yang Xiaocan got goose bumps all over his body.

She suddenly remembered that the reason she and Ruan Jie came here to play was entirely because of the recommendation of a friend of the opposite sex.

But now thinking back...his expression and body movements were indescribably strange and unfamiliar...

Obviously, it wasn't just Yang Xiaocan who felt this way when he thought of this. Ou Zheng's face also turned as pale as paper.

He was attracted by a message on the Internet. The avatar of that account was completely black, and nothing could be found about the ID, user information, or history records.

It's like an account that appeared out of nowhere.

Ou Zheng originally thought that this was a publicity stunt for the haunted house, and he was cheering for it, but now he thought about it carefully.

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

(End of this chapter)