"The House" - The Death Bus and the Blood Curse in the Midnight Fog "The bus without a driver, carries the cursed people towards the eternal abyss" The thick fog wraps the road like sticky corpse liquid, and a rusty bus is running over the dried blood scabs on the asphalt road. Seven pale faces in the car were pressed against the windows, and the glass reflected the scarlet numbers on the dashboard - 444 kilometers, never ending. Ning Qiushui's fingertips dug deeply into the leather of the seat, and her memory still lingered on that rainy night: the master's "shroud" pushed the dying woman onto the bus, and she fell into the bloody reincarnation. Bai Xiaoxiao was huddled in the shadows in the back row. The Guanyin pendant around her neck had long been shattered, replaced by a string of counts carved with fingernails - this was the seventh "Blood Gate Trial" they had experienced. Every time the blood-soaked door is opened, it is a game with the undead: the resentful boy who was sacrificed alive in the rain praying village is crying at the bottom of the well, the rotten corpse crawling out of the mirror of the ancient house clutches the ankles of the living, and the eyes of the Buddha statue in Dengying Temple are oozing with sticky black blood... But this time, the black treacherous house looming in the thick fog is swallowing up the last trace of life. "Crack" The pregnant woman's knitted jacket suddenly tore, and the remaining pages of her diary were scattered on the floor. The death of the first six passengers was scrawled on the yellowed paper: the third one was strangled by the black hair that seeped out from the crack of the door, and the fifth one suddenly spontaneously combusted while solving a puzzle... At this moment, in the empty driver's seat, the unmanned uniform was slowly turning towards everyone, and the asphalt dripping from the cuffs spelled out four bloody words on the ground - "Welcome Home"**. There was a sharp sound of nails scratching metal on the roof of the car. The seven people looked up at the same time, only to find that the inner wall of the roof was covered with dense bloody fingerprints, and each fingerprint corresponded to their palm prints. From the depths of the thick fog came a mechanical female voice calling the station: "**Huangquan Road Station has arrived, please take your soul and get off**". Ning Qiushui grasped half of the poison-stained blade she brought back from the Blood Sect world. She knew that the "way to survive" in this trial might be hidden in the lie of a certain companion. (The windshield suddenly exploded, and a festering hand stretched out from the dense fog and grasped the odometer - the numbers began to reverse crazily.) Do you think you can survive by escaping from the bleeding door? No, the treacherous house... Is the real curse. "——The sound of wind and rain at night, "The House" re-recommends this infinitely popular micro-horror suspense novel! I was scared to watch it at night but also wanted to watch it [crying]
In this parallel world full of ghosts and ghost masters, he is an ordinary person who is shocked by the sudden and terrifying reality. Facing the fierce ghosts who cannot be killed and the cruel law that only ghosts can fight against ghosts, he has to quickly adapt to the rules of this world. He knows very well that if he wants to survive in this world, he must master the murderous laws of ghosts and use these laws to protect himself. Although he initially mistook it for the world of "Mysterious Resurrection", as his memory gradually became clearer, he realized that it was a parallel world that was similar but different. In this world, he must rely on his own wisdom and courage to uncover the secrets of the ghosts and find the hope of survival.
[Weird Pawn Shop] Instructions for the opening of "Midnight Pawn Shop": Don't knock on the door when a living person holds a lantern, as a sign of a yin contract will end the human relationship 🌙 ## A green leather lantern hangs between the gray bricks and gray tiles, and behind the sandalwood counter sits a shopkeeper wearing tortoiseshell glasses - specializing in collecting blood and rust from the executioner's knife, and money from the throat of the dead in vain. Ganoderma lucidum can buy you ten years of yang life, Kunlun fetal pawns can bring good fortune for three generations, tomb mushrooms can cure terminal diseases and can also be used to plant yin debts... (🕯️ Candlelight flickering) When the golden abacus wrapped in red silk crackled, the rules of the pawn shop came to light: guests at the third watch do not ask where they came from, and at the fifth watch, no living deeds are left. There was a time when the corneas of the wives and concubines of a wealthy businessman were exchanged for wealth and wealth, and in an instant they were beheaded by ghosts and demanded their lives; a scholar pawned his birth date to seek fame, and on the day when he was named on the gold medal, he turned into a paper figurine to welcome his bride... ⚠️Warm reminder⚠️ ▷The shopkeeper does not accept ghost coins, only karma ▷Don't look at each other at the celadon altar in the second shelf ▷If you hear the sound of combing your hair coming from the ancient well in the backyard - run! That's the hair pawned by the previous customer that turned into sperm💇♀️💀