The store was very quiet, except for the sound of everyone breathing, the only sound was the sound of blood dripping from the paper man's knife.

"Press your shoulders with both hands, put your feet on your waist, and put your knees against the spine in the middle..." Dumen looked at Zou Xia's movements thoughtfully, and imagined that the little devil was attached to the paper man.

"The damage should be caused in this way, but I can't figure out how this paper man can withstand its weight..."

"This is normal. From a physical point of view, the weight of a ghost is only a few grams, but usually a ghost has no weight. It can freely adjust its weight according to its own strength. It can float in the air if it is light, or it can be crushed to death if it is heavy.

An elephant is not a problem!" Zou Xia added.

"If that thing is really targeting this store, then wouldn't the store owner and the old lady..." Dennis looked at the knife dripping with blood in the paper man's hand and swallowed the last part of the sentence.

A lot of good luck, but an ominous omen arose in my heart.

"I don't know, let's go up first!" Zou Xia looked serious, "Be careful, don't be alone, and pay attention to the distance between yourself and the people around you at all times!"

Zou Xia was a little unsure about the old lady's situation.

What the old lady said about preparation last night was probably not an excuse, but a sign that this kid was not easy to deal with.

But in the same way,

The cat-faced old lady she raised herself was not a good person either.

With that thing in charge, ordinary brats would never be able to defeat her.

but......

The cat-faced old lady is very cunning,

Zou Xia was not sure whether the old lady had really tamed it.

If not, the old lady is dead, but it is still alive. Without the restraint of the old lady, maybe its ferocity will be exposed and it will hide in the dark and carry out attacks.

The entire store was dark, with no lights on.

Everyone could only use their mobile phones to light up the room, found the stairs leading to the second floor, and walked up.

The lighting effect of mobile phones at that time was very poor. With several mobile phones put together, it was difficult to see the faces of people around you clearly.

When walking up the stairs, no one noticed their surroundings.

It wasn't until their steps made a rustling sound that Zou Xia suddenly squatted down, his face almost touching the ground.

With the faint light of his mobile phone, he saw rows of bloody footprints behind him.

When the blood is semi-dry, it is sticky and sticks to the soles of the shoes, making it feel as if the soles of the feet have been stepped on sugar water before walking.

Seeing Zou Xia looking towards the ground, several others also wanted to squat down, "What's wrong? Is there something on the ground?"

Zou Xia stood up and stopped Du Men, who was closest to him, "Nothing, let's go!"

In such an environment, any scary factor will instill fear in everyone's hearts.

Now that he didn't even know what had happened in this house, he didn't have to let others panic in advance, otherwise their psychological defenses would collapse sooner or later if they encountered something.

"I said, don't you think there's something wrong with this building?" Dennis shrank his arms, "We've been walking forward for 10 minutes since we got to the second floor. Even if we walk 1 meter in one minute, we should still be walking by now.

It's the end of the corridor, but look, I can't reach anything even with my arms straight out... Damn, I'm starting to feel a little cold..."

"Speaking of which..."

Zou Xia suddenly remembered that when he came here for the first time yesterday, he looked at the end of the corridor from the stairs on the second floor and suddenly felt dizzy.

It felt strange at that time,

In association with Dennis’ discovery…

"The old lady must have set up a trap in her house!" Zou Xia took her mobile phone and carefully observed the wall, as if she was looking for something.

"layout?"

"In the industry, this kind of skill is called 'prison'. A powerful 'prison', even if it only has 2 square meters of space, can take you for a long, long time..."

"How big is 2 square meters? How long can you walk without any force?" Dennis didn't care.

When Zou Xia heard this, he suddenly turned around, and the phone screen was almost stuck to Dennis' face, making his three-dimensional face look a bit scary.

"Strong to death?" He sneered, "You will keep spinning in circles. Your consciousness tells you that you have been walking in a straight line, so you will not feel dizzy. Just keep spinning like that, keep spinning, even if the exit is right in front of you, you

Nor will I be able to see until I die of thirst or starvation..."

"No...it's not that serious, right?" Dennis sneered and took two steps back.

"Don't underestimate the prison," Zou Xia said with a serious face. "Some people say that the prison contains all the known and unknown knowledge of mankind. Therefore, in ancient times, those who could arrange the prison were usually prophets.

Role!"

He once knew several people who could lay out "prisons".

Those people gave him the feeling that they were like gods. They could use the most common things, even just a handful of stones, to trap people to death within a certain range.

And they stood outside the "prison", watching the people in the "prison", spinning around, constantly hitting the wall, psychological collapse, and eventually turned into lunatics and fools, starving to death in the "prison"...

.

However, these people also have natural enemies.

In this world, there is a profession called "tightrope walker", which is what people often call "tightrope walker".

These people are usually high in the air, walking on thin wire ropes and can walk hundreds of meters.

People with extremely high talents can even be blindfolded.

However, no one dares to make fun of their own lives. Such blindfolded people are mostly seen in circuses, and they cannot walk very high.

However, this also shows that there are indeed human beings in the world who, after training, can walk a straight path even if they are blindfolded.

Even if such a person is trapped in a "prison", as long as he closes his eyes and follows his intuition and moves forward, he can ignore the surrounding environment and walk out of the "prison" layout through a straight line.

However, it is obvious that there is no such professionally trained person in Zou Xia's group.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be stuck in this now.

"Found it!" Zou Xia groped for a long time on the wall. He raised his palms above his head and touched a painting, which was invisible to the naked eye and nailed to the wall.

After trying a few times, I found that I couldn't get it off.

He punched the painting hard, and with the sound of glass breaking, everyone felt as if something in their minds had finally gotten through.

Something seemed to be shaking in front of my eyes.

Then they saw that they were clinging to a wall, which was the wall at the end of the corridor.

Glass particles fell from above and hit several people on the head.

Dumen subconsciously hid back, his eyes touching the ground, but his body did not move.

He remained calm,

He lightly stepped on Zou Xia.

Zou Xia frowned and subconsciously looked at his toes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see past Dumen's left leg and his own right leg, to the back.

There are no superfluous shadows to be seen.

After all, the surrounding environment was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. There was not enough light, and there were shadows coming from nowhere.

But just now my foot was stepped on, so I subconsciously took a small step back.

This small half-step made a ping-pong sound, as if something had been knocked over.

After careful observation, the hair on Zou Xia's body stood on end.

It's a lamp,

The kerosene lamp held by the old lady!
Chapter completed!