I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

Cheng Fei looked at the girl behind him, "Xuanqi, if you get scared later, just hold on to me."

Lin Xuanqi raised her chin and snorted disdainfully, "Anyway, it's just some bloody scenes and stuff. I want to see what's so special about it."

The two entered the site in batches with other tourists. The first thing they encountered was a dark and narrow tomb passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Lin Xuanqi was fine, but Cheng Fei even had to bend down slightly to squeeze in.

There were holes the size of human faces in the walls on both sides, pitch black and obscuring the interior.

Halfway there, a pale hand suddenly emerged from a hole.

"Damn it!" Cheng Fei took a step back, almost bumping into the girl behind him.

Lin Xuanqi's expression turned annoyed, "This scared you?"

"How could that be? I'm just a germaphobe and don't want to be touched by that hand."

"Heh, why didn't you seem to have any germaphobia yesterday?"

"Because Xuanqi, you smell wonderful from head to toe."

"Don't act like you've smelled it before."

"In my imagination, and of course I believe in reality as well."

"Then keep thinking about it."

"Xuanqi, you are so kind."

"how?"

"If Shen Xi heard such words, she would definitely call me disgusting and filthy, and wouldn't even allow me to think about it."

"You dare mention her in front of me? You really miss her, don't you?" His tone turned terrifying.

"I didn't mean that. I just admire Xuanqi. You truly are the person I fell in love with at first sight. You are so much better than that stingy Shen Xi."

"Hurry up, stop dawdling."

"Yes."

After passing through the narrow tomb passage, the two arrived at a small room that resembled a mourning hall.

On a table in the center of the room was a photograph of a man whose face was obscured, and the candles on it emitted an eerie red glow.

There are chanting and ritual sounds playing in the background on a loop. If you listen carefully, you will find that there are some eerie noises mixed in with the background sounds.

The most striking feature was a large, seemingly authentic black coffin placed in the center of the room, its lid crookedly closed.

Lin Xuanqi turned on her phone's flashlight and shone it into the coffin through the crack. She found no one inside, but a set of decaying linen clothes lay flat, looking like a style from a hundred years ago.

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67. Lin Xuanqi was not afraid.

"What? This haunted house isn't that scary." Cheng Fei put his hands on his hips and looked around.

The two were in a room full of life, with mud walls, windows covered with old newspapers, dried corn and chili peppers hanging from the beams, and retro wooden tables and chairs.

It felt as if I had stepped into an ordinary rural house in the southwest of the old society, and I even had the illusion that the owner had just left.

Of course, this is on the premise of ignoring the red-glowing candles that are the only light source, as well as the background noise of chanting and rituals mixed with strange sounds.

Lin Xuanqi reached out and lightly touched the black-lacquered wooden table, rubbed her fingers together, and then wiped her hands with Cheng Fei's clothes. "Don't get too excited. The safer the scene in a horror movie, the more frightening it is going to be."

“That makes sense. Xuanqi, you have foresight.” Cheng Fei nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go, let’s keep going,” Lin Xuanqi said.

Just then, a faint, hurried sound of footsteps came from the direction they had come from, as if someone was running in a panic.

Cheng Fei turned around and laughed, "Looks like some people are reacting much more dramatically than I am."

How do you know it's a person?

Lin Xuanqi's casual remark made Cheng Fei's smile vanish.

A smug smile curled at the corners of the girl's lips.

Ahead was a corridor with earthen walls, neither wide nor narrow, with windows on both sides, all covered with old newspapers, probably just for decoration.

The corridor looked empty, so the two walked forward with confidence.

As they reached the middle of the corridor, the hurried footsteps suddenly sounded again, this time much more clearly, as if the person running in a panic had already rushed up behind them and was about to pounce on them.

The two quickly turned around, but the corridor was pitch black, with only the background sounds of chanting and rituals echoing, and the strange noises seemed to be getting more and more obvious.

Even though nothing has happened yet, an unsettling atmosphere is brewing.

Lin Xuanqi grabbed Cheng Fei's coat, "You go to the back."

"what?"

"What, you don't dare?" the girl sneered.

"Not at all, I just felt it was more dangerous up ahead, but if Xuanqi insists," Cheng Fei obediently switched places with her.

Leaving the corridor, you enter a relatively spacious room, but the beams on both sides of the room are covered with yellowish white cloths, so the only empty area is the central path.

The red glow of the candles behind the white cloth barely illuminated the floor. A strange wind blew the white cloth from who-knows-where, making the room shadowy and indistinct, and I always felt that something was hiding in the unseen corners.

"Stay close to me." Lin Xuanqi glanced at Cheng Fei behind her.

"Yes." Cheng Fei nodded.

The two stepped forward, and just then, hurried footsteps came again, but not from behind, but from directly in the dim light ahead, as if someone was running towards them.

Lin Xuanqi stopped, and Cheng Fei stopped as well, holding his breath and waiting for the other person to appear.

The footsteps stopped abruptly just before they were about to begin.

Cheng Fei let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Hehe—" An extremely eerie laugh rang out from right behind the two of them.

"Holy crap!" Cheng Fei seemed quite frightened, taking a step forward and almost touching Lin Xuanqi's back.

The girl squinted and turned around, only to see Cheng Fei with a stiff expression.

"Don't be so alarmed." She glanced at Cheng Fei with displeasure.

"Xuanqi, ahead!" Cheng Fei suddenly called out.

Lin Xuanqi turned back again, her heart tightening instinctively.

A figure that resembles a human is hopping and skipping behind the white cloth.

It appears to be a person walking on tiptoe in a hunched and strange posture, and because of the white cloth, only a blurry outline can be seen.

"Hehehehe—" A sinister laugh, filled with malice, came from the background, and the strange noises mixed in became increasingly obvious.

The white cloth hanging down did not actually reach the ground completely; it was left about half a meter high, so that one could see what was behind it.

Realizing this, Lin Xuanqi bent down to look, and her pupils contracted.

She saw the hunched-over man, who was wearing cloth shoes with thick soles from the old society, and was jogging backwards on tiptoe.

"Is this really a staff member in disguise?" she couldn't help but wonder.

"Wahaha—" A strange sound rang out beside the girl.

She felt herself being shoved hard, and with her back bent, she lost her balance and stumbled into the white sheet in front of her. Her vision was blocked, and her hands grabbed wildly, unable to find any support.

"Cheng Fei!" The girl was very uneasy and called out subconsciously.

"I'm here, I'm here."

The boy firmly grasped her hand and pulled her back.

"Xuanqi, are you alright?" Cheng Fei asked anxiously, looking around.

"Was it you who pushed me just now?" The girl's expression revealed a hint of murderous intent.

"You're imagining things, but there really was someone next to me just now." Cheng Fei pointed behind the white cloth.

"Tsk, this haunted house doesn't need to be opened anymore," Lin Xuanqi said angrily.

"I think it's more important to leave first." Cheng Fei swallowed hard.

At this moment, the hunched figure still occasionally appears, jogging behind the dark white cloth while letting out a strange laugh.

"Where are you going? I want to see who dares to play tricks on me!" The girl glared at him fiercely.

Lin Xuanqi reached out to pull the white cloth, but found she couldn't pull it off. So she lifted the white cloth, layer after layer, as the girl quickly approached the hunched figure.

"Xuanqi, you're too bold." Cheng Fei followed behind her.

"You're just too timid!" Lin Xuanqi said loudly, seemingly dissatisfied.

As if afraid of being discovered by Lin Xuanqi, the figure suddenly sped up and disappeared in an instant.

"They ran away?" Cheng Fei asked in surprise.

Lin Xuanqi scoffed, "Hiding and showing your true colors is boring, I'm leaving."

She turned back like a victor, and yanked off the white cloth behind her—a figure was standing behind the cloth, with his back to them.

The other person was dressed in old-fashioned linen clothes, wearing a small round hat, and was in a hunched posture with one foot on tiptoe and the other leg raised high, with his hands tucked into his chest, as if he had been discovered by the two of them by accident.

It looked like a person, but its figure was strange, both thin and long.

"Holy crap!" Cheng Fei exclaimed.

Lin Xuanqi remained in the position of lifting the white cloth, staring intently at the other person's back.

Just like the "Statues" game we played as kids, it seemed like he would stay like that forever as long as Lin Xuanqi and Cheng Fei kept an eye on him.

The air remained still for several seconds.

"Xuanqi, how about we take a detour?"

"Go your own way if you want to go around in circles—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person's head twitched slightly like a rusty robot, and then, without moving his body, turned 180 degrees.

In the darkness, one could vaguely make out a face covered in white ash, with two red circles on its cheeks and a smiling mouth, but two bright red tear tracks flowing from its eyes.

Those eyes were fixed on Lin Xuanqi and Cheng Fei.

The background noise completely changed, turning into strange, guttural cries that sounded like opera, mixed with chilling, venomous screams.

The hunched figure slowly began to move, tiptoeing and retreating towards the two in a way that was completely inhuman and indescribably strange.

Lin Xuanqi froze.

Reason told her that everything in front of her was fake, and she wanted nothing more than to rush up and overturn this inhuman thing.

But the girl's body instinctively wouldn't obey her commands, remaining stiffly rooted to the spot.

Cheng Fei grasped her slightly trembling hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Xuanqi, don't be afraid, it's just a haunted house," the boy whispered in her ear.

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68. Haunted houses are not dangerous.

Cheng Fei held Lin Xuanqi's hand tightly, pulled the tense girl away from the hunched figure, and walked around her.

The other party did not stop them, but slowly turned their body, always maintaining the strange posture of standing on tiptoe with their back to the two of them, staring at them with a twisted, eerie smile on their white face.

The dim candlelight, the swaying white cloth, the inhuman monsters, the lingering screams—the bizarre atmosphere made one want to leave this place as soon as possible.

Through their interlocked fingers, Cheng Fei seemed to be able to feel Lin Xuanqi's rapid heartbeat.

I quickly walked through the white cloth, and a dark doorway appeared ahead.

"We should be out of there if we keep going forward," Cheng Fei said.