I hold my thighs in the survival game

Chapter 278 Dancer Cry (3)

The elevator door closed and began to move upwards slowly, 1...2...3...It didn't stop until the 7th floor. "Ding..." The door gradually opened, and a pungent smell came oncoming.

Shen Yue frowned slightly, and walked in after Fu Jinnian.

Outside the elevator is a long, narrow and dark corridor. The floor of the corridor is covered with a red carpet. The lights on both sides of the corridor are dim, flickering, emitting a faint light.

In the center of the left wall hangs a huge oil painting.

The woman in the painting is wearing a 19th-century English classical dress and dancing in the grass by the stream, with an elegant posture and a happy expression on her delicate and perfect face.

Shen Yue looked sideways, and her attention fell on the pair of beautiful red dancing shoes on the woman's feet.

She reached out and tugged on Fu Jinnian's sleeve, and with a secret wink, told him to look at the red shoes in the painting.

Fu Jinnian raised his eyelids slightly, followed her gaze, glanced casually at the oil painting on the wall, then looked away, and continued walking forward.

The newcomer girl at the side grabbed Shen Yue's arm, and what she said outside just now rang in her mind.

There are ghosts in the castle! !
At this moment, facing such a weird and terrifying place, she took back what she had just thought in the restaurant.

It's an illusion to come here for vacation.

Shen Yue frowned, turned her head to glance at the newcomer girl, and saw her comforting in a low voice: "It's nothing, don't be afraid! Don't hold it so tightly, it hurts."

Although her voice was small, it stood out in the corridor so quiet that one could even hear her breathing.

The hostess and the housekeeper at the front turned their heads to look at them at the same time.

The newcomer girl smiled awkwardly at them, and let go of some hands that were holding onto Shen Yue's arms.

After a while, the hostess looked away and continued walking.

As they walked deeper into the corridor, the dancing woman in the oil painting seemed to be moving with them, and the expression on her face began to change slightly. A trace of fatigue and fear appeared in those peach-shaped eyes.

Shen Yue looked away from the painting, the floor was quickly covered with a carpet printed with red roses, eliminating the sound of footsteps on it, the long and narrow corridor was silent, only the faint kerosene lamp flickered in the silent corridor .

At the end of the corridor is a white wooden door with exquisite patterns carved on it, and a male angel wearing a garland of red roses is also carved on the door.

The male angel holds a sharp sword in his left hand and an ax in his left and right sides. The ax is still dripping blood. The ends of the white wings are light red, as if splashed by the blood dripping from the axe.

He was wearing an exceptionally long white dress, which directly covered his feet, but there was a hint of light red on the hem of the dress, and the dim yellow oil lamp was flickering. From a distance, it seemed that there was blood coming from the wall. Spill out.

The angel's pitch-black eyeballs revealed a sense of indifference and gloom, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, staring coldly at the people passing through the corridor.

Cold and resentful and holy and bright, the two extreme temperaments are forcibly blended together, looking weird and twisted, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The hostess stretched out her hand and pushed the door open and walked in. The player following her didn't follow up immediately, but looked inside.

Here is a dance classroom with a wooden floor and a 3-meter-high mirror on one wall.

Fixed poles are installed on both sides of the wall, and mobile ones are placed beside them.

(End of this chapter)