There are no photos of the rest of the coffins, so it is not possible to tell who is lying inside.

Zhao Ruru's eyes showed joy, because everything in front of him was no different from what Yu Xing said outside, which meant that they might have really found a way to leave.

She found a random place and knelt down, lowered her head, imagining that she had to deal with all kinds of cunning people because she calculated this and that every day, and had to deal with all kinds of cunning people, and then she became bald at a young age. The huge sadness made her mouth tremble.

Bian, let out an uncontrollable sob.

 The man in white clothes next to him noticed that there was an extra person and looked towards her.

At this sight, the man in white did not turn his head back, but kept his kneeling posture and moved a little distance in the direction of Zhao Ruru, stretching his neck.

 Suddenly, there was almost only a distance of two fists between them.

Zhao Ruru’s heart was beating wildly. She could feel that the man in white was right next to her face.

 Can't see...Can't see...Just pretend it doesn't exist...

 It is not that the more capable the deducers are, the less afraid of ghosts they are. On the contrary, after experiencing many deductions, they will more or less have the things they are most afraid of.

 Stress disorders, physiological aversions and other problems are emerging one after another.

These are psychological shadows, forcibly frightened by ghosts.

It can be said that no matter how many deductions they experience, the fear of ghosts among the participants has not changed, because in the process of the participants exchanging physical fitness and harvesting sacrifices and props, the ghosts are also moving forward on another road.

Zhao Ruru is the kind of person who would rather fight with people in a murderous confrontational game than encounter ghosts. Among games with ghosts, Chinese horror is the last thing she wants to encounter.

 At this moment, she was not at all curious about the face of the man in white under his hat.

But the man in white didn't care what she thought. Just looking at him from the side was not enough. His face slowly moved from the side to the front of Zhao Ruru's face.

 Zhao Ruru saw half a face in his peripheral vision, more and more, getting bigger and bigger, and then a whole face.

  She did not feel any movement on the body of the man in white, that is to say, it only stretched its neck, and then in an extremely twisted movement, it brought a straight head in front of her.

 She didn't know whether she should close her eyes or not. During her hesitation, she had already seen it irrevocably.

 The man in white...is a paper man.

Different from the paper-tied man on the street, the lower half of the man's face in white is covered by the hat's built-in mask, with only his eyes and half of his nose exposed.

  It is pure white.

 The facial features are profound. They are not the fake eyes drawn with ink, but two black holes that are consistent with the growth of human bones and are equal to the size of human eye sockets.

The brow bones are protruding, the cheekbones are slightly rounded, and the sides of the nose are sunken. Zhao Ruru can tell at just one glance that this is the result of applying a thick layer of paper to a real face.

 There are no ventilation holes.

The man in white is a real person who was suffocated by paper.

This discovery made Zhao Ruru stiffen all over. She could not ignore the terrifying face in front of her, and could only restrain her impulse to scream for a moment.

 Subsequently, there was no need to fantasize about being bald, she just thought about being surrounded by people who were suffocated to death and then made into paper figures, and she cried sincerely.

Tears were streaming down his face. The man in white in front of him seemed to have finally confirmed that Zhao Ruru was his companion. He slowly retracted his head and continued to mourn.

Zhao Ruru breathed a sigh of relief and told himself to keep crying and wait for the signal from the door.

During this period, she looked up again.

The five portraits hanging high on the wall were all glaring at her.

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Zhao Ruru's pupils shrank and she confirmed that she had seen correctly. The portrait that was normal just now was now staring at her with a ferocious and violent gaze!

The beautiful girl, the handsome boy, the elegant middle-aged man, the respectful housekeeper and the mean Liu Bingxian have all lost their true colors. Their angry malice is exactly the same, making them look less human.

  Not at all like.

They looked at her as if they were looking at a laughing mourner in front of a grave. Zhao Ruru was very sure that if it weren't for certain rules, everyone above her would have the aura to tear her to pieces.

 She looked at the portraits motionless and said silently in her heart:
Chapter completed!