Live Expedition: Play as a cold-faced unicorn at the beginning

Chapter 57 White Letters on the Door

Shrinking the neck and carrying the pocket, the head is cold and snowy.

Not long after, Wang Chaohan, Bai Wu and the fainted Jiang Sheng walked to the gate of the ancient house.

A closer look reveals even more weirdness.

There are no town house animal sculptures on both sides of the gate, no sign above the gate, the gate is painted either red or black, and is bare, without round nails and door knockers.

Even the candles were not seen in the only two lanterns, and the pale candlelight was lit up from nowhere.

All of a sudden, Jing's scalp went numb.

There is a strange old house in front, and there is a threatening snowstorm in the back. It is really difficult to ride a tiger.

Now, however, a choice must be made.

Wang Chaohan subconsciously swallowed his saliva, only to feel that every step he took was three lives at stake.

After a long silence, he finally stepped onto the steps.

The pale lanterns looked like white pupils, and the pitch-black gate looked like a huge mouth of an abyss. What kind of ancient house was it? It was clearly a monster that only wanted to tear people apart.

"Ugh--"

Wang Chaohan sighed and was about to open the door and enter.

Just at this time, a sudden change occurred.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that on the pitch-black door, white characters slowly emerged, as if someone was writing them stroke by stroke, but there was not even a ghost around.

Both Wang Chaohan and Bai Wu were astonished, they couldn't help but hold their breath and stare intently.

"Today is another snowy night, and the mansion welcomes three guests... Can they get along with the host happily?"

"I remember the last time we had visitors was last night. There were six of them. They were careless and unruly. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets as soon as they came, like robbers. The host was very unhappy, but God opened his eyes, one of them fell into the pot and was boiled." , one fell into the fire and was scorched...there were four left, and the master kept them for another night, and the four were about to move again, thinking about what they were doing, the master was looking forward to God opening his eyes again... ..."

"The last time I visited was half a year ago. It was very lively. There were more than [-] people who said they came to explore. The host advised them to go back, but they didn't listen. They wanted to explore in the mansion. Alas...it's a pity. , all dead."

"The last time, it was three years ago. There was only one guest. He was quite honest, but he was a little cold and not very talkative. Not only did the host not dislike him, but he also tried his best to entertain him. I didn't expect him to be a bastard. He came from the mansion. He stole something and ran away, although he left an arm behind, damn it!"

"The last time, it will go back to 35 years ago. It should not be said that it is a guest, but someone has come back. How dare he come back! Isn't it good to die outside? The host thinks that people should not come back when they leave , so he took advantage of the night to..."

Wang Chaohan and Bai Wu secretly read along the white characters, becoming more and more horrified.

This is a simple record of a guest on a snowy night.

From top to bottom, there are a total of 230 entries, [-] seven visitors, and the timeline stretches for hundreds of years. Only three of them survived, and they all paid the price of broken arms and legs.

What caught their attention the most, of course, was the record about yesterday.

The six visitors should also be challengers, and the remaining four are still in the ancient house.

But yesterday, there was no snow at all.

Also, how did they quickly break through the stone carving forest?
Wang Chaohan and Bai Wu felt confused and couldn't figure it out.

And... is this record a reminder to visitors not to go in?

Who dares to enter after seeing this thing?
After all, the death rate is so high.

Who wrote this white letter?
A woman in a red wedding dress?

So in the end is to enter or not to enter?
There were too many questions for a while, and the two had no time to think, and the white words continued to emerge.

"Today's three visitors, although the host has not seen them yet, they don't like them very much, and they are praying to God."

"That comatose one looks like he's going to die of illness, and that little girl wearing a mask looks like he's going to die of illness."

"The most hateful thing is that the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually seduced the master's wife... The master decided to kill him with his own hands."

Wang Chaohan, Bai Wu, Jiang Sheng in a coma: "..."

"Oh my god..." Bai Wu looked at Wang Chaohan, gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Wang, you are very promising. It turns out that the ghost lady is a married wife. If the mother-in-law finds out, she will definitely break your leg."

Wang Chaohan grabbed Bai Wu's ear.

"Don't talk nonsense, this place is really evil, and I don't know if the white words are true or not?"

Looking back at the cold wind and snow, Wang Chaohan thought to himself: It's too weird, you can't go in without saying anything, but how can you survive the wind and snow?

Bai Wu rubbed his red ears: "Whether it's true or not, it's over if you erase it."

After saying that, she dug out a bottle of some kind from her backpack, shook it, and pressed it on the white letter.

"Bah..."

It's red spray paint.

With three or two clicks, the white characters are completely covered.

Wang Chaohan stared in surprise: "Why are you still carrying this thing?"

"Leave me alone!"

After Bai Wu finished speaking, he continued to spray paint... Look at this dark door.

And the white characters that emerged appeared out of nowhere, seemingly out of anger.

"Stop! Little girl filming! Little fool! Stop it!"

Bai Wu was furious when she saw it, and she hated people calling her a fool the most, kicking the door as soon as she raised her foot, leaving a dirty footprint, which was very obvious.

Except for the footprints, the black was sprayed red in other places, and the White Witch was finally satisfied and clapped his hands.

"Let's go, Uncle Wang, it looks like melon baby at first glance. Who would even enter this kind of thing? You can't lie to anyone."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned his head and was about to leave.

However, the white characters resurfaced again.

"Three...customers, please."

It suddenly appeared and then disappeared, as if afraid of being sprayed off again.

Wang Chaohan and Bai Wu suddenly paused in their footsteps, feeling dizzy and dizzy, their eyes suddenly went dark, they swayed uncontrollably, and then disappeared from the gate of the ancient house, together with the bitter cold wind and heavy snow.

At this time, a bright moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the pale moonlight illuminated the ground, but there were no snowflakes.

……

The perception recovered little by little, the white witch first moved his nose, smelling a musty and rotten smell, and then opened his eyes.

I found that the environment in front of me has changed drastically. I am no longer in front of the ancient house, but in a room.

On the wooden table, there are two thick white candles burning, the brightness is suitable, and the surrounding arrangement of the room can be seen clearly.

This is an ancient bedroom.

There are beds, cabinets, tables, benches... There are not only all the guys, but there is also a big guy.

coffin!

The dark coffin, with seven nails nailing the coffin to death, was quietly placed in the middle.

The bedroom was not that big, and there were only narrow aisles on both sides of the coffin for people to leave.

Bai Wu scanned around and found that no one lived here for a long time, covered with a layer of dust everywhere, and there were spider webs on the corners of the walls.

After watching for a while, she stood there without daring to move.

because……

There is no one else in this room except her.

Jiang Sheng and Wang Chaohan are not here.

(End of this chapter)