Why is my anime art style so weird?

After overcoming the initial chaos, the two continued walking forward, but their pace slowed considerably, with frequent stops and starts.

At the slightest noise nearby, the two immediately stopped, looking around nervously.

After stumbling and bumping along, we finally arrived at the stairs.

Squeak!

As soon as Kamio stepped onto the stairs, the rotten wooden planks emitted a piercing noise, startling Kamio so much that he stumbled and almost fell.

Fortunately, Iwata caught him from behind.

"Thank you."

Kamio, still shaken, expressed his gratitude.

Strangely, Iwata remained silent behind him, not uttering a word.

Kamio gave him a strange look.

Under the dim blue light, Iwata stood with his head down, his face appearing exceptionally pale...

Kamio suddenly shuddered.

Iwata was carrying two insulated boxes, so where did he get the hands to help him?!

Just then, 'Iwata' suddenly looked up, and a grayish-white, unfamiliar face appeared in Kamio's eyes, giving him a strange smile...

"what!!"

Kamio was so frightened that his hands and feet went cold. He threw away the insulated box in his hand and climbed up the stairs using both his hands and feet.

Iwata, who was following behind him, stared in disbelief as Kamio suddenly shuddered as if he had a seizure, then threw down the box, picked up the lantern, and ran away.

"Come back! You idiot!"

Iwata disregarded everything else and shouted.

However, Kamio seemed to be possessed, completely ignoring him, and quickly climbed up to the second floor, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Damn it!

Iwata had no choice but to pick up the insulated box and chase after him.

But just as he reached the middle of the stairs, he encountered resistance from beneath his feet.

Iwata instinctively looked down and saw a pale hand gripping his ankle!

Following the hand, Iwata saw a woman wearing a tattered white maid outfit, with disheveled hair, lying on the ground.

Then the woman slowly raised her head and looked at him.

The woman's face was an eerie grayish-blue, with two streaks of bloody tears running from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks.

Iwata wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and he couldn't lift them.

He tried to shout, but found that his throat felt like it was being blocked.

The woman in white grabbed his ankle, then his calf, knee, thigh... and slowly climbed up.

Her joints made a clicking sound, like those of a puppet.

Iwata's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

He remained motionless, watching as the woman in white slowly stood up, grabbing his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck, like the most intimate lovers.

In the end, Iwata, looking utterly hopeless, was dragged into the darkness by the woman in white...

At this moment, Xu Ming, who was following behind the two, also encountered trouble.

At first, he felt a faint, almost imperceptible gaze upon him in the darkness.

Xu Ming followed behind the two without making a sound.

Suddenly, the two guys went crazy for some reason. One ran up to the second floor, while the other suddenly went back down to the first floor.

Xu Ming thought he had been discovered, so he quickly hid in a corner.

Who knew that this guy named Iwata didn't even glance at him, and rushed straight into the corridor on the left side of the first floor.

"what!!"

Then a piercing scream came from the end of the corridor, and then there was silence.

Xu Ming was puzzled when he suddenly felt the gaze directed at him become unrestrained and full of malice.

He turned around and saw a dark, humanoid shadow giving him a strange smile.

Immediately afterwards, a faint, ethereal shadow extended from the shadow, reaching out towards it like a venomous snake.

Fortunately, Xu Ming noticed something was wrong and activated his night vision in advance, making all of the shadow's subtle movements crystal clear to him.

Although he didn't know what this guy was up to, Xu Ming didn't need to know.

I simply picked up my phone, pointed it at the camera, and pressed the shutter button.

The dazzling light immediately illuminated the mansion's hall, and the evil spirits and filth hidden in the darkness screamed and fled from around Xu Ming.

The shadow that was hit by the flash didn't even have time to scream before it vanished into thin air.

It killed the eerie shadow and also intimidated the evil spirits nearby.

Xu Ming's gaze swept across the corridor on the left.

The windows of that corridor were covered by thick curtains, preventing any light from entering. Even with night vision, it was as if shrouded in a black veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

Xu Ming thought for a moment and decided to go to the second floor first to get the strange lantern.

So he gripped the crowbar tightly and slowly made his way up the creaking stairs to the second floor.

Shortly after Xu Ming left, a thin, bony hand, resembling a chicken claw, reached out from the left corridor and grabbed the corner of the wall, followed by another similar hand.

A disheveled head slowly emerged from around the corner, its gray eyes, still dripping with bloody tears, fixedly staring at Xu Ming's retreating figure.

Suddenly, another pair of hands grabbed the corner, and a head popped out.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth… Soon, a dozen or so heads were densely packed around the corner, and a dozen pairs of eyes were staring intently at Xu Ming's back, not blinking…

Chapter 127 The Power of the Holy Sword of Physics

Kamio crouched in a room, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. His eyes kept glancing at the locked door, filled with panic and fear.

After a while, when there was no movement outside the room, Kamio gradually calmed down.

But he still didn't dare to go out now.

He lifted the lantern up, and the faint light emitted by it slightly illuminated the room.

Before entering the room, he was in such a hurry that he didn't look around carefully. Now, he could finally examine the room by the dim light.

This room appears to be a bedroom.

To the left, against the wall, was a huge bed, on which a dirty blanket was haphazardly piled. The blanket was fluffy and lumped together, looking as if someone was hiding underneath. The sheets were covered in various stains—black, yellow, and even some dark red bloodstains.

To the left of the bed was a huge wardrobe, but the wardrobe door had been split open by something.

On the right is a small bedside table with a doll on it.

It was wearing dirty clothes, had messy hair, and its mouth was slightly curved as if it were smiling. One of its eyes had been gouged out, leaving only a dark hole.

Under the dim blue light, the smile on the doll's face looked eerie, sending chills down Kamio's spine.

He instinctively turned his head to the side.

Opposite the bed was a dilapidated dressing table.

The surface was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the carefully carved patterns were blurred, making it look like some kind of evil symbol.

The silver drawer handles have oxidized and turned black, and the edges and corners are pitted and uneven, left by rats gnawing on them.

A half-length mirror sits atop the dressing table, its surface covered in dust and grime, making it appear quite blurry.

Kamio suddenly paused, noticing a doll on the dressing table, exactly the same one he had seen on his bedside table…

and many more!

Kamio suddenly thought of something and quickly looked at the bedside table diagonally opposite him, only to find that the bedside table was empty.

When did this doll get onto the dressing table?!

Kamio glanced at the dressing table instinctively, only to find it completely empty!

Kamio immediately tensed up, his heart pounding faster than ever.

Just then, he suddenly felt something brush against his feet and instinctively looked down.

A tattered doll was at his feet, facing him with a strange smile.

Kamio was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground and retreated towards the bed in a haphazard manner.

Just as he retreated to the edge of the bed, a pale hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed his ankle.

"Wow!!"

Kamio immediately screamed in fright.

He swung his foot forcefully, breaking free from the hand's grasp, and hurriedly backed away.

Bah!

He soon felt as if his waist had hit something hard.

It's that dressing table.

Kamio looked down and was horrified to find that the lantern in his hand had gone out at some point.

Kamio immediately recalled the warning given to him by the person who handed him the lantern.

He hurriedly and shakily pulled a lighter from his pocket.

Just as Kamio was about to light the lantern, the 'him' in the dressing table mirror behind him slowly turned around and gave Kamio, who had his back to him, a cold smile.

Then 'he' slowly raised his hand and reached out to grab Kamio outside the mirror.

Whoosh!

Kamio heard the sound of breaking glass behind him, followed by a pair of cold hands gripping his neck from behind.

"what!!"