sjar Chapter 145 The Haunted House 6
Chapter 145 The Haunted House 6
When it was all over, it was already dawn, and all three of them were exhausted.
After a quick meal, they were too exhausted to say a word and went back to their rooms to rest.
As soon as Shen Ying entered the room, she rushed to the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
The hot water washing over me took away some of my fatigue.
She was so tired that she just threw on her pajamas haphazardly, not even bothering to button them properly, and collapsed onto the bed.
Soon, even breathing sounds began to ring out.
Shen Ying was sleeping sprawled out, her pajamas buttoned haphazardly, her chest exposed, revealing a patch of fair skin.
A white figure appeared silently beside her bed, quietly watching Shen Ying.
A moment later, the white figure gently sat down on the edge of the bed, extended her slender, white fingers, and carefully helped Shen Ying fasten her buttons.
Then, he gently pulled up the blanket and carefully covered Shen Ying, wrapping her up tightly.
After doing all this, he leaned forward and gently enveloped Shen Ying in his arms.
He lowered his head, his lips lightly touching Shen Ying's lips, then quickly pulled away.
His hand slowly covered Shen Ying's chest, and a gentle golden light shone from his palm, a light that was soft and warm.
The light slowly overflowed and then disappeared into the totem on Shen Ying's chest.
As if responding to this magical power, the totem slowly emitted a soft light, the golden rays intertwining to illuminate Shen Ying's sleeping face.
In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the dappled window and fell on Shen Ying's face. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if she had inexhaustible energy.
Shen Ying walked into the living room, where Lin Ruo and Chu Feng were already there.
At this moment, they were like puppets whose life force had been drained, their eyes vacant and their faces haggard.
Seeing that the two looked like they were about to die, Shen Ying couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you two? Why are you in even worse condition after sleeping? It's like you've been drained of your life force by a demon."
Lin Ruo waved her hand weakly and said in a feeble voice, "Don't even mention it, I start having nightmares as soon as I fall asleep."
Lin Ruo couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the scene in his dream. Countless skulls with spider-like bodies rushed towards him, and no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't shake them off. He spent the entire dream running away.
Chu Feng sighed and said, "At least you were asleep, but I wasn't asleep at all."
Shen Ying looked at Chu Feng and asked, "What's wrong with you now?"
Chu Feng said, "I have insomnia."
Shen Ying glanced at the two of them sympathetically and said, "How about I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Ruo suddenly stood up and said, "Well, no matter how tired you are, you still have to eat. I'll go cook."
Chu Feng chased after him, saying, "Wait for me, I'll go with you."
The two of them shared an unspoken understanding—Shen Ying must never be allowed into the kitchen.
After dinner, they planned to look for clues inside the old house, but unexpectedly discovered a huge stone slab.
On the stone slab, dense runes and strange patterns crisscrossed.
Chu Feng stepped forward.
His eyes were fixed on the runes on the stone slab, his brows furrowed tightly.
Lin Ruo leaned forward to look at Chu Feng and asked, "So, did you notice anything?"
Chu Feng: "This is an ancient seal."
Lin Ruo: "What's sealed down there?"
Chu Feng shook his head: "I don't know."
Shen Ying quietly watched the stone slab from the side; naturally, she couldn't understand the runes.
Curious, she reached out to touch the runes. The moment her fingers touched the stone slab, a crisp "snap" sound rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the silent space.
Immediately afterwards, the incredibly sturdy stone slab began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, the cracks spreading rapidly, and soon it shattered with a crash, turning into a pile of gravel.
This sudden turn of events instantly snapped Lin Ruo and Chu Feng out of their reverie. Both of them turned to Shen Ying with shocked expressions and asked in unison, "What did you do?"
Shen Ying's eyes widened, her face full of innocence and confusion. She quickly waved her hands and said, "I didn't do anything, I just touched you."
Chu Feng frowned, his gaze shifting back and forth between Shen Ying and the pile of rubble. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Perhaps... it's just a coincidence."
Lin Ruo nodded slightly, about to speak, when suddenly his eyes lit up, he pointed to the pile of rubble and shouted, "There's a door here."
Shen Ying and Chu Feng also saw it, and the three of them huddled together, looking at the door on the floor.
Lin Ruo asked, "Should we open it?"
Shen Ying was a little scared: "Isn't it said that something is sealed down there? Could it be an evil spirit?"
Chu Feng glanced at Shen Ying and said, "Now that the stone slab is broken, the seal no longer exists. No matter what's inside, as long as we don't leave the old house, it will threaten us sooner or later."
Even though she knew it wasn't her fault, Shen Ying still felt somewhat guilty.
She looked at the broken stone slab, touched her nose, and although she didn't know why, it was indeed because she had touched the stone slab that it cracked.
Ultimately, they decided to open the door and find out what was going on.
The moment the door was opened, a pungent and unpleasant odor wafted out.
They were overwhelmed by the smell and couldn't help but cough violently.
"What's that smell! It's so stinky!" Lin Ruo complained while coughing.
"Be careful, we don't know what's inside," Chu Feng warned, suppressing a cough, his brows furrowing even more.
Behind the door, a staircase disappeared into the deep darkness.
The three of them took out a flashlight from their bag.
Lin Ruo gripped the peach wood sword tightly and whispered to Shen Ying to stay close. Shen Ying nodded slightly and followed them down the stairs.
The sound of their footsteps was particularly clear in the silence. Chu Feng walked in front, his flashlight illuminating the way. Where the light swept, blurry and ancient patterns on the wall could be vaguely seen.
Below the stairs was a spacious basement. As they moved the flashlight beam, they noticed that the basement walls were covered with portraits.
In the basement, boxes and jars were scattered haphazardly, the locks on the boxes rusted and silently telling tales of endless years.
The surface of the jar has some blurry patterns.
Chu Feng squatted in front of an old box, the rust on the box emitting a pungent smell.
He took a deep breath, slowly opened the box, and a cloud of dust rose up.
The box was filled with old books and papers, which were piled up haphazardly.
Chu Feng carefully picked up a book, gently blew away the dust, and the paper made a rustling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet basement.
He frowned, intently examining the contents, which contained some history about the family of the old house, but the handwriting was blurry and unclear, as if it had been soaked in water.
Lin Ruo looked up at the portraits on the surrounding walls. The figures in the portraits had serious expressions and their eyes exuded a sense of authority.
They wore ancient costumes, the exquisite patterns on which had faded somewhat, but their former splendor was still evident.
Lin Ruo reached out and gently touched the edge of the portrait, feeling its rough texture.
Shen Ying walked to a corner of the basement, which was filled with clutter and covered in a thick layer of dust.
Her gaze swept over the clutter and was drawn to some letters.
She gently picked up the letter; the handwriting was faded, and the paper was so fragile that it seemed it would crumble at the slightest pressure.
She moved gently, and by getting close enough to examine it closely, she could still make out some details.
At this moment, the temperature in the cold basement suddenly dropped sharply, and the breath exhaled instantly turned into a cloud of white mist.