The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 499 Inflated Corpse

"Stabbing you with a sword? This..." I hesitated.

The third uncle said: "Don't worry, I can't die. And this is just in case, I am prepared this time, it won't be like last time. We just look for Fatty Bai. If he is not here, we will quickly withdraw."

I nodded and clenched the Dragon Subduing Wooden Sword in my hand.

The third uncle gently pushed the door open, and with a creak, the door opened.

The sound of the door shaft is very uncomfortable to listen to.

It was originally daytime now, but the warmth of the daytime could not be felt in this room at all, and the light seemed to become dim when it came in.In this room, it always makes you feel extremely depressed.Perhaps this is a characteristic of haunted houses.

Like last time, after the door was opened, we couldn't see everything in the room clearly.It feels like it has been stained with ink.In this vaulted cemetery, only when you walk in can you see everything in the room clearly.

The third uncle made some adjustments and stepped in one step. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I hurried in with Pang Haihai one after the other.

After entering, the sight inside was much better.It was as if a few candles were lit in the room, and the light gradually brightened.

I remembered my third uncle's instructions, and also watched over Pang Dahai not to look at the wall.Because the walls are written in inscriptions, although we don't recognize the inscriptions, as long as we read them, strange things of one kind or another will happen.I don't want to violate this taboo.

The room is not big, and it can be seen at a glance that the fat man is not here.

Everything in the house can be seen with a glance.

My third uncle and I controlled ourselves not to look at the wall, because the inscriptions on it were too evil.

We just want to know if Lao Bai is in the house.

"Uncle, Boss, are you making a mistake, there is no writing on this wall at all..."

Pang Dahai suddenly said something, I was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the wall.

Sure enough, the inscriptions on the wall had disappeared, leaving only a bare curved wall.

The fat man still couldn't help looking at the wall curiously, but it was precisely because of his look that he discovered this clue.

After the third uncle saw it, his face was very ugly, and he didn't answer the fat man's question.He just shook his head and said, Fatty Bai must have had an accident.

But Fatty Bai was not in this old house.Could it be that he has already run out of the old house?

I thought wildly, followed my third uncle around the cemetery in a daze, but finally found nothing.The third uncle was also puzzled, so he had to signal us to leave the room first.

Just when we came to the door and were about to walk out of the house.

I suddenly heard another hysterical cry from Pang Dahai behind me.

"Ah..." The voice came out of nowhere, and I was so scared that I almost didn't sit on the ground.Third Uncle also staggered in front.

I almost freaked out.This is not to say how timid we are, but at this time, our nerves are sensitive enough, it can be said that we are stretched to the limit.Pang Haihai's sound caused our psychological defenses to collapse instantly.No one knows what happened to him.

When my third uncle and I heard the voice, although we were quite frightened, we both looked back immediately.

Fatty was walking behind me, I turned around suddenly, and saw Panghaihai was looking up at the ceiling, screaming, his face was full of horror, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence .

I quickly followed his gaze and looked up.

Sure enough, there was something floating on the ceiling, or it was being sucked to the ceiling.

Seeing that thing, I couldn't help retching.

Pang Dahai may have been a little scared when he saw that thing, and his reaction was a little slow.When he heard my retching, he couldn't help but vomited while leaning on the wall.

It's Lao Bai.

The old white we want to find in the room is on the ceiling.

But, what kind of existence is he...

Lao Bai's body was originally horribly white, even a little translucent.But now, his body is completely transparent, and the inside of his body seems to be filled with gas, stretching the skin extremely thin.But through that skin, he couldn't see anything in his body.

To put it bluntly, his body is now like a balloon.If it wasn't for Lao Bai's face, we wouldn't be able to be sure that he was Lao Bai.

Even so, Lao Bai's face has also been deformed.His facial features were completely distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Those dead fish-like eyes are staring at us from above.

"Old Bai..." I screamed, only to be startled by my own voice.My voice was completely shaken out of shape.

"Don't panic. He's dead..."

The third uncle's voice played a crucial role at this time, stabilizing Pang Dahai and me in a state of mind that was about to collapse.

The third uncle kept looking up at Lao Bai above.I also suppressed the panic in my heart, endured all kinds of psychological discomfort, and looked up at Lao Bai.

Lao Bai was originally a fat man, but his body was swollen even more at this time.The flesh and various organs in his body should be gone, leaving only a skin bag of his body, which was filled with air and placed on the ceiling.

I endured it for a long time, covered my mouth and said, "I can't, I really can't, I'm going to vomit. Third Uncle, let's go out..."

The third uncle nodded, and with a solemn face, he walked out of the vaulted grave with me and Pang Dahai.

After walking out of that room, my heart that had been suppressed was finally relieved a little.But my mind still dare not think about the death of Lao Bai just now, otherwise I will definitely spit it out.

Any normal person would not be indifferent when seeing that scene.

"Why did Lao Bai die there?" I couldn't help asking.

We looked around for Lao Bai in this old house, thinking that something would happen to Lao Bai, but we never thought that Lao Bai would die in such a way.If Pang Dahai hadn't just come here and everything was new, I'm afraid we would never have thought of looking up.

It should have been Pang Dahai who saw that the structure of the tomb house was rather novel, so he couldn't help but glance up again.It was also at this glance that he spotted Lao Bai above.

Uncle San didn't answer my question directly, but walked straight back to the oil-paper umbrella, stared at the oil-paper umbrella for a while, and said, "I understand. After all, he still didn't escape his fate. In the end, even this oil-paper umbrella couldn't save him..."

"Fate?" I muttered, and asked back: "You mean, Lao Bai died in the Yin Division in the end?"

The third uncle nodded: "No one could have caused Lao Bai to die like that except for the evil spirits of the underworld. I think it might be like this. He wanted to use the soul-cloaking umbrella to save his life, but unexpectedly the umbrella failed to save him. The hole in the umbrella should have protected Lao Bai from disaster. After blocking it several times, Lao Bai finally died in the here."

(End of this chapter)