My House of Horrors - Chapter 349

Chapter 349






After yellow hair entered the home, two children with painted faces poked their heads out from the sedan . Bai Qiulin acted like he did not see this creepy scene and walked past the sedan . The white lantern above the door swayed several times before they went out, throwing the home into darkness .

White celebratory posters were pasted on the wall, and yellow hair stood in the courtyard alone . "This place is larger than the others . Plenty of traps must be around here . "

He might be reckless, but he was not dumb . The atmosphere in the home was slightly off—he had already noticed that .

"Huang Xing…" Someone was calling his name . It sounded ethereal and seemed to come from the inner room .

"Someone's calling me?" He tried to follow the voice, but it disappeared as if he had imagined it . "It should be some kind of surround sound system . I'm surprised such a dilapidated set design has high-end equipment . "

Without him realizing, Huang Xing was nervous, and he pushed the door open carefully . White draperies covered the room . It was a wedding, but the place was decorated like a funeral . "It really is a Minghun, such an old, used theme . "

"Huang Xing…"

Yellow hair talked to himself when that weird noise appeared again, and this time, he heard it clearly . "The voice is familiar!"





It was a strange feeling . It sounded like a familiar person who called his name, but he could not remember who it was . The old home, the paper money, the white decoration—there was no change to the surroundings, but Huang Xing felt like everything had shifted, like it had turned creepier . A draft picked up behind him to chill the back of his neck . He turned around instantly . "Who is it?"

"Why are you panicking? It's just me . " Bai Qiulin had his hand in his pocket and started to look around the room .

Seeing a second visitor, Huang Xing sighed in relief . "Did you hear a woman's voice earlier?"

"I don't think so . " Bai Qiulin 'studied' the decorations, but he made sure to stay close to the door .

"But I did hear someone calling my name . " Yellow hair looked outside the door, and there were two children with blood red paint on their faces running through it . "Someone's outside!"

Bai Qiulin also looked out the front door . There was only an empty street . "What are you talking about? Where are the people?"

"But they're there! There were two kids with something painted on their faces . " Huang Xing tried his best to describe the features of the two kids .

"Do you think the Haunted House would employ children to scare people? If it was not mannequins, then you were definitely mistaken . " When Bai Qiulin turned away, the two children poked their heads through the front door again .





"No, I'm not mistaken!" This time, Huang Xing matched the gaze of the two children and ran out immediately . "Wait for me, I'll catch them for you to see!"

Huang Xing rushed to the front door, but the two kids had disappeared . The street was empty other than the paper money and the creaking bridal sedan . "Where are they? I only took several seconds to run out here . Where can they disappear to?"

"Huang Xing…" Yellow hair shivered, and the woman's voice came again . "Why does it sound like the voice is closer when I'm outside? It feels like she's talking into my ear . "

He took out his phone to use the torch to find the hidden audio system, but when he turned the torch on, the woman's voice picked up again .

"Huang Xing…"

This time, the voice was even closer, like it was trying to drill into his mind .

"This is cursed, too cursed . " Yellow hair had been to many Haunted Houses, and this was the first time he had run into something like this . "I cannot stay here alone . I need to find the wedding dress and meet up with Sister Mao . "

He turned back into the inner hall and discovered something even scarier—Bai Qiulin had disappeared! How could a live person disappear just like that!





"Where is he?" A rare emotion rose in yellow hair's heart—fear .

"Bai Qiulin!" Yellow hair called the man's name as he moved into the bedroom . The room was different from others . The bed and mattress were red in color, but it did not feel auspicious; if anything, it felt bloody . It was not paint but blood that dyed the fabric .

"This looks like the room of the bride . The wedding dress should be here, right?" Yellow hair walked forward, and he saw many red threads on the ground . They were particularly conspicuous in the room filled with paper money .

He walked over those red threads to the bed . The red pillows were tossed in a messy way, and there were needles, thread, and scissors left on the bed . However, there was no wedding dress . The place that should have had the wedding dress did not have it . Huang Xing gritted his teeth . "I knew it wouldn't be so simple . "

He lifted up the mattress, and there was an obvious bloodstain . It looked real .

"Huang Xing, look down…" When he was focused on his search, the woman's voice appeared in his mind without warning again . When a person was highly tense, they would be spooked by a tap on the shoulder, much less a voice in their head . Yellow hair almost fell to the ground, and he grabbed the edge of the bed to stop himself from falling .

He took a deep breath, and his fists tightened . "That wasn't an audio system! It couldn't be!"

He twisted his arms, and his heart raced . "That voice said something else . Yes! She said look down!"

Huang Xing looked on the ground, and he realized all the red threads led to the space underneath the bed . "Underneath the bed?"

His Adam's apple moved as he slowly squatted down . He held the edge of the bed with one hand, and his other supported his weight on the ground as he lowered his head . His sight slowly lowered, and his senses were taut . He gritted his teeth, and just as his head was about to reach the ground, a hand suddenly reached out at him!

"F*ck!" Huang Xing collapsed to the ground . He crawled backwards with fear in his eyes . "That was a chopped hand! There was no arm, just a hand!"

He had not recovered from his shock when he knocked into something on his back . Turning back to look, yellow hair saw Bai Qiulin standing behind him . "Are you trying to kill me‽ Where have you been!"

"Just walking around . By the way, what did you see under the bed?" Bai Qiulin asked with curiosity .

"A chopped hand . It doesn't feel like it was remote-controlled . It just poked out from underneath the bed . " Yellow hair wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his calves still shaking . "We need to leave this place, come give me a hand . "

Huang Xing reached out to grab Bai Qiulin's left hand, but he missed . Holding the empty sleeve in his hands, yellow hair's face was blank . His brain could not process the information . "Where… where is your hand?"

His neck snapped like he had fallen headfirst from a tall building, and blood seeped from Bai Qiulin's mouth and nose . He turned to look at his empty left sleeve, and a happy smile was on his face . "You're right, where is my hand?"