The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 271 At the beginning, I was afraid

It didn't take long for the light to return to dim, the ancient clock closed the lid, and Fu Xiuyao led Fu Feihua to continue walking into the castle.

Seeing the gloomy stairs ahead, she said to Fu Feihua who closed her eyes in fright: "Go downstairs, Feihua, be careful."

"Okay." Fu Feihua slowly opened her eyes, and walked cautiously with her head down.

She took back what she said just now, there really are things in this world as scary as being called a parent by being the last one in the exam!

"There are paintings on the walls, all of which are bloody and terrifying." Fu Xiuyao looked at the paintings on the wall and continued to comment, "It's mainly oil paintings, because the colors of the oil paintings are rich and colorful, giving people a visual impact."

Fu Feihua's heart skipped a beat when she heard the first sentence, but she actually found it funny when she heard the latter part.

"Sister, aren't you afraid?" Fu Feihua asked.

"Don't be afraid, it's all fake."

"I also know it's fake." Fu Feihua sighed, "But actually seeing and feeling is another matter."

Fu Xiuyao replied while walking: "That's because you kept replaying the picture you just saw in your mind, which stimulated your nerves and made you feel fear."

What he saw next was not interesting. Fu Xiuyao quickly walked out of the castle and stopped at the junction.

"It was Western-style horror just now, Feihua, look at the building in front, guess what's inside?"

Fu Feihua blinked and looked at the dark place ahead, feeling that the clothes inside were a bit old, when suddenly a white shadow drifted from the front, she immediately closed her eyes, and tightly pulled Fu Xiuyao's sleeve, "I don't know. "

"Since it was Western style just now, then this place is Eastern style." Feng Zhiting said in a deep voice.

"En." Fu Xiuyao pulled Fu Feihua, who had her eyes closed, and walked forward, looking at the earth and stone wall next to her. The oil lamp was dim, and could only illuminate the road ahead.

As he walked, there was a howling of wolves, which was extremely desolate and gloomy in the endless night.

There was a faint green light flickering on the right hand side, she looked to the side, and a miserable face appeared in front of her eyes, with disheveled hair, pale face, wide eyes, long tongue sticking out, as if she was dying.

"This is one of the traditional ghost images in Country A, female ghosts in white clothes, innocent souls claiming their lives, and some monsters from folk myths. I don't know if there will be any here." Fu Xiuyao commented lightly.

The more Fu Feihua listened, the more she trembled. Just the simple eight-character introduction frightened her. How could her sister be so powerful? She looked at these terrifying things without changing her face.

Are you not afraid of having nightmares at night?
"Don't be afraid, if we are afraid, let's go out." Feeling that Fu Feihua beside her was getting more and more frightened, Fu Xiuyao gently stroked her head, his voice was calm and comforting.

"Okay." Fu Feihua was completely terrified now, with the wolf howling in her ears, and even with her eyes closed, she could imagine something terrifying.

Feng Zhiting watched as Fu Feihua was about to bury himself in Fu Xiuyao's arms, and he followed behind like an outsider, dispensable.

Fu Xiuyao looked around and said, "This place is dominated by folklore, imagined by people in rural areas, which is closely related to the culture at that time..."

When she was halfway through speaking, her right hand felt a cold touch, and a hand covered her right arm.

It seems to be a new thing, and it makes people fearful through sudden physical contact.

She was about to shake off the hand when a man's deep voice came from her ear.

"At first, I was afraid."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

(End of this chapter)