RPAGF Chapter 431 Horror Doll
Chapter 431 Horror Doll
"I'm here to see you off." After the old lady said this, her figure suddenly disappeared, dissipating in the air like smoke.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature in the house dropped sharply and the cold came from all directions.
The breath exhaled by the three people turned into white mist, which swirled in front of them, blurring their vision, as if countless wronged souls were wandering in it.
The surrounding walls began to ooze dark red liquid, which looked like blood and emitted a pungent fishy smell.
The liquid slowly flowed down the wall and gathered into small puddles on the ground. There seemed to be a dark red light flickering in the puddles, as if countless pairs of eyes were hidden there, peeping at them.
Chen Yile felt his heartbeat accelerating, his heart beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
He tried to stay calm, but beads of sweat still appeared on his forehead. The cold sweat and chill mixed together, making his body tremble slightly.
Suddenly, a few tattered dolls rolled out from the corner. Their appearance came without any warning, like demons crawling out of the dark abyss.
The doll's eyes flashed with a strange red light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness, like two burning ghost fires, revealing endless evil.
Their limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, some bent forward, some bent backward, and every movement seemed stiff and weird as they slowly crawled towards the three people.
The fabric on the doll is tattered, as if it had been eroded by time for thousands of years. The original color has long faded, leaving only mottled traces and exuding a smell of decay.
The smell was mingled with death and despair, making one sick.
When Lin Qingyao saw the doll, she couldn't help but let out a low cry. Her voice seemed particularly abrupt in this deadly silent environment.
These dolls have strange expressions on their faces, neither crying nor laughing, and each expression seems to be telling endless sorrow.
Their facial features seemed to have been randomly pinched by a crazy hand. Their eyes were exaggeratedly large, their mouths were stretched into a strange arc, and the paint on their cheeks was mottled and peeling, revealing the rotten fabric underneath.
They crawled faster and faster, and a "squeaking" sound came from their mouths, like the turning of old gears, or the sharp sound of nails scratching on a blackboard. Each sound pierced people's eardrums and made people's nerves tense to the limit.
"Don't come over!" Lin Feihong picked up the stool beside him and smashed it at the doll, his movements a little flustered.
But as soon as the stool touched the doll, it was like it fell into a quagmire, sucked in by an invisible force, and then slowly melted.
The power seemed to come from the dark abyss, devouring the stool bit by bit. The wood of the stool made a "sizzling" sound as it melted, and emitted pungent black smoke, as if it was burned by the devil's flames.
Seeing this, Chen Yile swung the Tianshi Sword and a stream of sword energy slashed towards the doll.
The sword energy, with a sharp light, rushed towards the doll.
After the sword energy hit the doll, the doll let out a shrill scream, which was like a mixture of a baby's cry and a devil's roar, making people's heart break.
The doll's body was torn apart by the sword energy, and fragments flew everywhere, but those fragments began to wriggle on the ground, as if they had life, and reassembled into more and smaller dolls, swarming towards the three people.
Those little dolls crawled densely like a group of hungry ants, leaving dark red traces wherever they passed, as if they were their evil footprints.
"These things can't be killed!" Lin Qingyao shouted anxiously, her eyes revealing fear and helplessness.
Chen Yile frowned, his brows almost twisted into a knot, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.
He knew that he had to find the source of these evil creatures in order to solve the problem, so he looked around with his eyes as fast as lightning, trying to find clues in this chaotic and terrifying environment.
Suddenly, he discovered that the dark red liquid on the wall was flowing in one direction. The liquid gathered into a thin stream on the ground, as if it was a road leading to death, as if it was guiding something.
"Let's follow the liquid!" he shouted, with a hint of determination in his voice, and led the two of them towards the direction of the liquid flow.
Along the way, the dolls were chasing them closely, and their numbers were increasing, almost drowning the three of them.
The sound of them crawling on the ground was as dense as a rainstorm, and the squeaking sound filled the entire space, like a symphony of death.
Lin Feihong ran while waving the free stick in his hand, trying to block the attack of the doll.
The wind created by the freedom stick whistled through the group of dolls. Every swing hit some dolls and knocked them away, but more dolls quickly filled the gap.
Lin Qingyao kept slashing the approaching dolls with the Qingfu Sword. The light of the Qingfu Sword flickered in the darkness. Every slash could chop a group of dolls into pieces, but the fragments reassembled in the blink of an eye and continued to rush towards them.
The three of them were chased and blocked by the dolls as they struggled to move towards their goal. Their figures seemed so small, yet so determined, in the terrifying darkness.
The three of them followed the dark red liquid into the yard. The yard had completely changed at this time, as if it was a horrific scene emerging from the depths of hell.
A huge pool of blood appeared in the corner where the herb pots were originally placed. The liquid in the pool was churning and emitting a disgusting smell.
The smell was like a mixture of rotting corpses and blood, so strong that it was almost suffocating.
Human faces emerged on the surface of the blood pool. They had painful expressions and their mouths were wide open, as if they were making silent screams.
The faces of those people were undulating in the pool of blood. Some had bulging eyes, their eye sockets filled with blood and tears; some had ulcerated skin, revealing the bones and muscles underneath; some had hair floating in the pool of blood, like countless black water snakes.
Their expressions were so lifelike, as if they were souls imprisoned in a pool of blood, struggling in endless pain.
"What the hell is this place!" Lin Feihong shouted in horror, his voice filled with despair, his face turning as pale as paper.
Chen Yile looked at the pool of blood and felt a chill in his heart. The chill was like an icy python, tightly wrapping around his heart.
He realized that the secrets hidden in this village were far beyond their imagination. It seemed like a cursed place, and every inch of land exuded the breath of death.
At this moment, the old lady's voice rang out again: "You can't escape. This is where you will be buried."
The sound echoed in the yard, but the old lady was nowhere to be seen.
The sound seemed to come from the mouth of a human face in a pool of blood, and it also seemed to come from the darkness on all sides. It was everywhere and creepy.