Chapter 432 (Top) The largest haunted house in history

   Chapter 432 (Part 1) The Largest Haunted House in History

   November 13, 1999, xx: xx.

Along the empty streets of the city, walking aimlessly, the occasional plastic bag that I stepped on makes a slight “creak” under my feet, which is one of the few sounds that can accompany me on a long walk…other than that In addition, there is also the wind that roams the streets and alleys and corners of the entire silent city. The unclosed windows and doors of the shops and houses on both sides of the street are blown against the surrounding walls. “Bang Bang Bang” The sound was as stiff as wood, and again and again.

That sound sometimes comes from far, far away, giving people the illusion of a regular sound, as if there are other survivors involved in the empty urban area besides myself. Those who are anxiously and desperately trying to send a signal, hoping that others will hear, so that they can gather together sooner…

   But Xu Xiangyang knew that all this was just an illusion of the brain.

   There can be no other living people in this city.

   Only the howl of the beast, like a letter delivered to his ears by the light wind. Xu Xiangyang thought to himself, is that the voice of the possessed who are hiding everywhere? There’s only this group of walking dead left in this place.

   The branches and leaves on the top of the head also swayed in the wind, and there was a sound of “crashing”. The sunlight chopped by the gently swaying leaves fell on the bluestone pavement, and the bright golden spots flowed in different directions along with the slightly swaying branches and leaves, just like the undulating waves when the sun hits the sea directly.

  —The sky is bright.

   is indeed good weather, but not normal weather.

   Rather, this seemingly beautiful and comfortable sunny day is the biggest problem.

  Xu Xiangyang raised his head.

   Over the city is a clear blue sky, cloudless. Just like a whole vast gem, different huge facets reflect different clear landscapes. It is rare for Xu Xiangyang to see such good weather in Jinjiang City. Perhaps it is because everyone in the city is gone. As the only resident, he can calm down and enjoy the scenery.

  But…what time is it?

   He still remembered that when he walked out of the house, it was already the night after the sunset, the dark night shrouded the city, and the moonlight that could make people unconsciously immersed in hallucinations was about to shroud the earth.

  After all, it was already afternoon when he said goodbye to Xingjie.

   Several hours have passed, and if his biological clock is alright, it should still be late at night.

   However, now he is walking on a sunny road, and everything feels real: even when the sun falls on his body, the feeling of his clothes and skin being slightly hot from the sun is so real.

  Xu Xiangyang always thought about the same question when he walked along the way:

   Obviously, he is no longer in Jinjiang City.

  If there is only a big change in the sky, one can guess that it may be the effect of the power of the gods: but all the people in the city have disappeared, and only those possessed monsters are left, which can only prove this?

   So, where is he? How did you get involved?

   Today’s Xu Xiangyang is already rich in experience, even if he is the only one, because of his superhuman psychic ability, he can also make accurate judgments on the surrounding environment.

   In addition, his current ability is not limited in any way, but is fully functioning, which allows him to conclude:

The silent city that Xu Xiangyang is currently in is not an illusion, not a dream, but a real city; he unknowingly broke into a different world, just like Ellie who fell down the rabbit hole. Silk.

   In this world, where else has such a quality? People can really enter and touch physical phenomena, but the rules between heaven and earth are completely different, just like in another time and space—

   “This…is it a haunted house?”

  So, a logical guess appeared in his mind,

   And if this guess is correct, it is almost certain that this haunted house was created by the goddess, and he wants to go to the destination.

   To create the largest haunted house in history, based on a whole city, what other people or monsters can do it?

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  November 13, 1999…or **** on the 14th. Xu Xiangyang could no longer tell the exact time.

   He walked slowly along the road, always maintaining a state of spreading his psychic abilities, and finally reluctantly determined the area of ​​the city.

  Since such a city appeared out of thin air, the first thing to do is naturally to find the boundaries of the city, whether it is out of curiosity or a more realistic consideration.

   Then, he finally confirmed his guess:

  Xu Xiangyang is a two-kilometer road in the southeast direction, because that direction is close to the railway station and highway, so it is closer to the city boundary.

   When he stood at the entrance of the highway, closed his eyes, and tried his best to let the tentacles of consciousness pass through the layers of viaducts and the circling highway, and saw the end of the city road—

   That is an abyss. A bottomless hole.

   Buildings and traffic lights can still be seen nearby, but now they are all dilapidated buildings standing on the edge of the abyss.

   The edge of the cliff is broken and the canine teeth are jagged, surrounded by a faint mist like sea water, making it difficult to see the outline of the house.

  Xu Xiangyang’s consciousness rose to the sky and looked down from above.

The buildings on the border of the urban area are like matchboxes, distributed on both sides of the vast abyss; the highways are like arcs or straight lines with geometric angles, spreading toward the invisible end of the field of vision, shrouded in the endless In the dark, the whole city has become a miniature bonsai.

   “…As expected, it’s a haunted house. That boundary, without a doubt, is where the Far Land is.”

  When he and Zhu Qingyue were imprisoned at No. 41 Anning Street, they saw the end of the haunted house with their own eyes.

   “The remaining question is where is Qingyue locked up?”

  Xu Xiangyang dragged his tired legs and walked back again.

  According to the well-known principle, the haunted house is the overlapping part of the distant world and the real world, so the “Jinjiang City” where he is currently located can be regarded as the other side of the city, a city standing in the shadows.

  He needs to find a girl who is imprisoned in this whole city.

   The matter of finding someone is not difficult for Xu Xiangyang, but according to the experience of No. 41 Anning Street, the owner of the haunted house has the ability to manipulate the entire interior layout, and can easily exchange and combine spaces. What a haunted house owner can do, it makes no sense that a **** can’t do it.

   The opponent is completely capable of playing himself between the palms of his hands. Xu Xiangyang has already vaguely noticed this. This is probably the reason why he was swallowed by the haunted house unknowingly.

   Nevertheless, he had to search, forcing himself to forget his physical weariness, and to go all over the city—

   Even if this process has to be repeated over and over again, even if it is doomed to fail.

   (end of this chapter)