Adventure Code

Chapter 166 Jade Ball Strange Stone (3)

The screams came in clearly through the door. It was clearly a human voice, but because the tone was shrill and sharp, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman. My heart trembled.

This kind of sound is the most terrifying horror movie, and it cannot be matched with sound effects.

I sucked in a breath of cold air, which was sucked into my lungs, and I hardly dared to exhale it.

The screams continued, as if he was undergoing some kind of death penalty.I looked at the silent scimitar beside me, and said to myself: Could this be the sacrifice he was talking about?What he said is actually the truth?
But we walked around just now, and there was no one in this place, so why did people suddenly start making sacrifices?

Who is the priest?Who is the sacrifice?

Now, I didn't dare to go out without the scimitar reminding me. The screams were so terrifying that I simply blocked my ears.As for Machete, it seemed that it was not the first time he heard this kind of sound, and his reaction was not as great as mine.

What is the origin of this person?
If everything he says is true, is he still human?It is impossible for a person to live here for a long time. He is a ghost, right?I couldn't help reaching out and poking him twice.

hot.

Machete was a little puzzled, looked up at me, and wrote: What are you doing?
I wrote: Are you a human or a ghost?

He wrote: Don't know.

Machete often replies to me with the three words "I don't know", and I don't know when I ask him three times. Even when I asked his name, he said he didn't know or didn't remember.At first, I thought he was prevaricating me, but now, I think he might be telling the truth.

He doesn't know anything.

I wrote: How did you end up here?

He wrote: Don't know.

I write: what do you remember?
He wrote: There are companions, I have been looking for them.

I write: how many?men and women?

He wrote: Don't know.

I wrote: Then how do you know you have a companion?
He writes: Intuition.

Intuition, in fact, can sometimes be called subconsciousness. There should be something wrong with Machete's brain or memory. He doesn't know or remember many things, but his subconsciousness keeps reminding him that there are his companions here. That's why the scimitar has been looking for it here.

But what puzzles me now is how long has he been here and how did he survive?

I continued to write: what do you usually eat?
Machete wrote: Looking for food.

I wrote; can food be found here?

He writes; there is a kitchen.

I wrote: The things in the kitchen should have been turned into ashes long ago.

He wrote: No, yes.

I write: this is impossible.

He wrote: If there is a chance, I will take you to see it.

After writing the last stroke, the screams outside stopped abruptly, and there was no other movement.I waited for a while, then asked with my eyes if the scimitar was safe, and the scimitar signaled to wait a little longer.

I recalled the screams just now, and the more I thought about it, the more something went wrong. How could there be other people in this place?Could it be that this seemingly lifeless ancient city actually has other people like scimitars?They live here?And will sacrifice?

How is this possible?
Who was the sacrifice just now?

I can't sort out the relationship, I can only pray that this damn sacrifice will end soon, and that Kurban and the others should also hide.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement outside, so the scimitar motioned for me to move aside, and then, he carefully opened the door a crack, and he looked out through the gap.

I was right next to him, and I couldn't bear my curiosity. I leaned forward and folded with him, and put my face to the crack of the door.

There was no light, so it was dark outside.

When there was movement just now, because the light of my headlight was too bright and eye-catching, my headlight was turned off, and the light in the hand of the machete that I had been using to illuminate the beads was softer, and it was not easy to pass through the light to attract any attention.

At this moment, there is no light source outside, and wherever I look, it is dark and quiet. The shrill screams before seem to be my illusion.

When Machete and I were about to open the door and go out, a light suddenly lit up in the dark corridor, jumping us both.

This time, we didn't close the door in time, and we saw light coming out of the room next to us.

In the room next to us, a person suddenly came out, holding a candlestick in his hand, and the candlelight shone on his face. I almost suspected that the person was not a person, but a little ghost who came out of hell!
He has black and thin skin, pointed ears, a big nose, drooping eyelids, a pair of thick and big lips, and deformed eyes, which look like a pair of ghost eyes in the firelight.

It was wearing a black robe, and there were blue tattoos on the skin of its bare hands and calves. It couldn't be seen what it was, but it was just a piece of green, with a hunched back, walking towards the passage in front of us.

Is this a human or a ghost?

Since it is two close houses, the other party came out suddenly, so Machete and I couldn't close the open door at all, because no matter how carefully the door is closed, there will be a little movement, and now we are so close , A little movement will be discovered by the other party.

Fortunately, we only opened a gap about four fingers wide, so it is difficult to attract people's attention.

The two of us also had a tacit understanding. When we realized that it was too late to close the door, we all dodged and hid behind the door. The machete also put away the thing that looked like a night pearl.

Our room was suddenly plunged into darkness. In the outer corridor, the footsteps of that kid-like person were almost silent.

Holding the candlestick in his hand, he walked slowly outside our house. The light came in through the crack of the door, and then gradually disappeared. Finally, both the outside and the inside of the door became dark.

gone.

I breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked out through the crack of the door again, but because there was no light, I couldn't see anything, so I stabbed the machete next to me with my hand, motioning him to take out the beads.

The machete quickly pulled out the beads, and a soft light radiated out.

At this moment, my face is pressed against the crack of the door, and when the light shines, I can see the situation outside.

But at this moment, what I saw was not the corridor outside, but a face that was also pasted on the crack of the door, peeping at us!

It was that person just now!

Fuck!He didn't leave at all, but kept looking at us through the crack of the door!
That deformed face was like a ghost face, and suddenly there was a door between me, nose to nose, which almost scared me to death.When I think of us hiding in secret, and this creature who doesn't know whether it is a human or a ghost, but keeps lying on the door and watching us, I feel creepy.

I took a step back in horror, but thankfully I managed to suppress the scream that I almost wanted to utter.

The scimitar also realized that the situation was not good, and immediately pulled out the knife. The thing outside who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

(End of this chapter)