An old folk house that could not be visited in the real world, finally stepping into another world. Fortunately, Rumi Kawakami's family home has been preserved in another world.
Pushing open the rotten door, He Jian's shoes stomped across the dusty gray house. He kept draining his phone's battery and switched on his flashlight to illuminate the dark house.
When he entered the living room, He Jian’an fell silent. He saw a woman's corpse hanging. The corpse was full of holes. As if the corpse had been destroyed, countless maggot-like things came out from the holes in the corpse. as a nest of insects.
This must be Mrs. Kawakami, who was hanged in her home, which was reported on the news.
Li Jian did not carefully explore the rooms on the first floor and went up to the bedroom on the second floor.
The first floor will be the master bedroom, and the second floor will be Rumi Kawakami's residence.
Rumi Kawakami's room is very easy to find, as there is a door number nailed to the door that clearly identifies it as "Rumi's" room.
Li Jian'an slowly pushed Rumi Kawakami's room away, unconsciously holding his breath and walking slowly.
The room was very dark with the curtains drawn and no light ing in. Since the flashlight's range was limited, He Jian inspected everything in the room and found that it was full of abnormal body and blood fungi, probably from the afterlife. "Special fungi", they grow rapidly anywhere in the room, each blood-blooded fungus umbrella is also covered with dense hairs, moves automatically even without wind, underwater fur coral Like, they seem to feel the room
When the flashlight moved to the bed in the bedroom, He Jian's breathing became even heavier.
A lake of black slurry came into view, flowing like water, like fresh blood, over the folded mattress. Li Jian shuddered as the opening illuminated the hollow where a large amount of hanging lake had accumulated.
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