Lord National Teacher, please forgive me

Chapter 239 The Strange House
The moment Feng Ling appeared, the black shadow instinctively chose to run away.

Feng Ling looked around vigilantly.

Her current location is a hall.

On the wall in the hall, there are delicate glazed lamps hanging. Red candles are inserted on the lamps. The red candles are burning, adding a little light to the dark night.

The area of ​​the hall is more than [-] square meters, and the decoration style is a typical European luxury style. The hall is covered with a red carpet. The color of the carpet is very dark and red, and the red looks like it is woven from dried blood.

There is also a closet in the north of the hall, which is full of flames, and several sofas are placed beside it.

There are also several oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

The entire hall was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of burning candles could not be heard.

Feng Ling was standing at the staircase leading to the second floor.

Feng Ling opened her yin and yang eyes, and walked around the hall. Although she felt that the place was a bit gloomy, she didn't find any problems so far. She walked to the window and wanted to push it open, but found that she couldn't open it.

Feng Ling is currently a B-level cultivation base, with a lot of strength, but she can't open the window. It's really weird here!
Could it be that it is a rule of the cinema of death that the participants cannot leave the house?

Feng Ling was planning to open all the rooms on the first floor, carefully looking for clues about the ghost, but at this moment, there was a loud laugh that sounded like madness and despair from the second floor;

"Ha ha."

"Hahaha are dead, hahaha."

Feng Ling frowned, judging from the voice, it was obviously a person.

Is it another participant?
Feng Ling turned around and quickly went up to the second floor.

After entering the second floor, there is a long corridor. Several candles are burning in the corridor, and the lights are dim.

The corridor was 20 meters long. At the end of the corridor, Feng Ling saw a middle-aged man who looked crazy.

Just as Feng Ling was about to walk over, she saw a black shadow flash past, then the middle-aged man suddenly stopped laughing wildly,
A pair of eyes stared at her vacantly and strangely, and then his head slowly turned to the left.

"Crack. Crack"

Under Feng Ling's shocked gaze, the man's head turned 360 degrees. When his head faced Feng Ling again, Feng Ling knew that this man was dead!

Just so quietly, he died in front of her in an extremely strange manner.

Feng Ling's eyes were slightly cold, and her figure flashed to the side of the man, and at the same time, the talisman in her hand shot at the shadow behind the man.

"brush!"

The shadow seemed to have sensed the danger, and it ran away quickly, with an incredible speed.

The shadow disappeared, and the man's body slowly fell to the ground. Those big empty eyes looked up at the ceiling, as if silently expressing his unwillingness and resentment!

Feng Ling walked over and examined it carefully, and found two dark handprints on the man's neck.

The handprint is not big, it seems to be only about the size of a four or five-year-old child.

Could it be that the ghost in this house is a child?
Feng Ling reached out and stroked the man's eyes, then stood up and continued to look for clues about the ghost.

The decoration of this house is very luxurious. Every time Feng Ling opens a room, she can see that there are exquisite murals and gilt decorations in the room, and even the doors and windows are painted with gold paint. A house made of money.

What surprised Feng Ling was that there was a sculpture in every room.

There are men and women in these sculptures, and the women have exquisite faces, graceful figures and well-proportioned bumps.

Men are flawed.

Either an arm is missing, or a leg is missing, or an eye is missing.
How is this going?

　It's a bit of a calf, let Xiaojin think about the next plot

　　
　
(End of this chapter)