I looked at the people around me. Except for Wu Ling, no one else seemed to see the strangeness of the house. Even the old man from the Wu family was a little uneasy. This uneasy was not because of the breath here, but because of the indifference that looked down on people revealed by the person leading the way.

After Wu Ling got off the car, he stood at the door of the villa for a while.

She had an extra bag on her body, but there was something else that was taken by the rest of the Wu family.

Wu Ling looked at the villa and stayed on the man at the door for a moment.

The person who led the way was not impatient. The old man from the Wu family was a little anxious. A middle-aged man had already taken the lead in shouting out.

"Wu Ling, why are you standing? Hurry up, don't let someone wait for a long time!" After scolding Wu Ling, he also looked at the young man who led the way with a flattering look.

The boy from the Wu family also glared at Wu Ling and urged: "You go quickly."

The young man asked, "Is there any problem?"

"No, no!" the middle-aged man quickly replied.

The old man and another man in his thirties in the Wu family looked hesitant. The middle-aged woman had been dumb since she arrived at the villa.

Wu Ling said, "Is there a young man here who has a medium-short hair, about 1.8 meters tall, and a hooked nose. When he was dying, he might have worn a blue shirt and gray trousers? He was about twenty to thirty years old..."

When Wu Ling said this, the young man leading the way changed his face.

The middle-aged man observed his expression and quickly scolded Wu Ling again.

The young man's eyes fell on the place where Wu Ling was staring at.

I saw his face turn ashen and then it starts to turn white.

What else do middle-aged people want to say?

The young man had already spoken and asked respectfully: "What else did Miss Wu see?"

The middle-aged man from the Wu family seemed to have been choked and immediately disappeared.

Wu Ling did not hide it, and said in detail what he saw, or the situation of the house, "...This place seems to be haunted and very bad, probably for some special reasons. In addition, there is a layer of things here. Has anyone cast a spell before?"

The young man thought for a while, "Mr. Wei invited some people to do it before, but the effect was limited, and his situation was still... But the people he invited before said that the problem lies with Mr. Wei himself, not a house problem."

Wu Ling nodded, "Then go in and take a look."

This time, the young man accompanied Wu Ling to walk inside.

From outside the house to inside, I obviously felt something passing through.

This is not novel. I feel this way when I pass through the wall. However, I just followed everyone and walked in from the door.

Wu Ling probably felt something, and his steps were slightly paused.

As for the rest of the Wu family, they were divided into distinct camps.

The old man and the young man in his thirties had their eyes shining, the middle-aged man and the boy were uneasy and disdainful, while the middle-aged woman was timid and kept peeping around.

Passing through the brightly lit entrance hall and entering the living room, I suddenly felt the spacious and spacious space.

All parts of the villa are spacious and all the lights are lit. Just like in the operating room, there is no shadow.

This bright environment makes me feel a little dazzling.

In the light of white or yellow, there is always something like jellyfish floating over. But this place is not the ocean, there is no dreamy feeling, it only makes people feel weird.

In the light, those things seem to reflect.

A ghost with a female appearance floated to Wu Ling, almost facing her.

The face was pale and transparent, like some kind of plastic film.

She suddenly giggled, like a plastic bag blown by the wind, flying high and leaving with that laughter.

The crystal chandelier on his head suddenly shook twice.

Wu Ling and I looked up together and saw the ghost wrapped around it. The ghost's body twisted into a twist, wrapping the entire crystal chandelier.

Because of Wu Ling's actions, others also looked up.

The young man said, "I'll find someone to see if the screws are loose."

Wu Ling shook her head, "No, there is something on it."

A carpet was laid in the living room. When Wu Ling stepped on the carpet, the carpet suddenly grew wildly and instantly turned into a grassland.

Wu Ling stopped slightly and continued to move forward.

The fibers were tangled around her, but they didn't seem to hurt her.

Others were unaware of this and walked through the carpet naturally.

A cat lying on the sofa.

When everyone passed by it, two meters away from it, it jumped up and bared its teeth at everyone's back.

The cat screamed and turned into a huge monster, grabbing the sofa.

Many mice surged out of the cracks in the sofa, each with hard black fur and small red eyes.

They squeaked and swarmed out, spreading throughout the room, but disappeared without knowing where they went.

As they crawled through their feet, they felt a nauseous tingling sensation, as if their little claws had scratched the skin.

Wu Ling lowered his head, but quickly raised his head again.

Others still didn't respond.

And the cat, as the mouse disappeared, jumped over the sofa, turned into a cigarette, and rushed into the room on the other side.

"Please, Mr. Wei, here, is in the bedroom upstairs." The young man guided everyone.

The stairs are made of wood and carved on the handrails.

Those carvings were originally just meaningless curves, but after the young man stepped on the stairs, they turned into poisonous snakes, wrapped around the handrail. The stairs turned into stone steps covered with moss, with each square spanning a large span.

At the top of the stairs, a painting was hung on the corridor. It was originally a landscape painting, with a bit of tacky lavender, so purple that it made people feel relaxed and comfortable. But now, the purples seem to have turned into potions in the old witch's cauldron, which are sticky and smelly, flowing out of the picture frame. The blue sky and white clouds behind the lavender garden form the shape of an old witch and smile at the people on the stairs.

On the other side of the stairs are close to the wall, and there are windows with exquisite window frames on the wall. These small windows cannot be opened. If you look out from the inside, you can see the courtyard next to the villa.

It was dark at night, and there was a dim and warm light in the courtyard. But if you look closely, there was a bloody execution ground there. Some people were hung in the pavilion and cramped and ripped their skin. Those who executed the execution were covered in black hoods, exposed their thick upper bodies, and their blood vessels were full of protruding red lines, which didn't look like humans at all.

I felt more and more that something was wrong with this house.

This is no longer a mere haunt.

The one sitting outside is indeed a ghost, but these in the room are not necessarily all ghosts, right? Is it a powerful ghost that makes people hallucinate?

But the only one who saw the hallucination was Wu Ling and I, who had Yin and Yang eyes, and everyone else was unaware of this.

I don't know how Wu Ling did it.

She didn't record any sounds and voices, and just followed her upstairs with expressionless expressions.

Stepping on the somewhat slippery stone steps, avoiding the poisonous snake on the handrail, and stepping on the witch's potion, then passing through all kinds of strange dangers in the corridor on the second floor, and entering the bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, I smelled a decadent smell.

It’s like entering a historical building or going to a cemetery. Even if those places are cleaned up by others, they will still feel psychologically.

The room was quiet and there was no sound at all.

In the lights, a woman was lying there on the big bed.

I was a little surprised.

woman?

No, Mr. Wei?
Chapter completed!