Requiem Chapter 78: The Final Battle with Zhang Xiuting (1)
In the corridor, Tang Yan groped and retreated. She wanted to escape from the place in front of her as quickly as possible, because she could already guess what she would face next -
Just a few minutes ago, Shen Feifei disappeared.
Without making any noise or saying a word, she just disappeared. Tang Yan knew that at this point, even if Shen Feifei was naughty, she would not play hide-and-seek with her.
The entire corridor is like a claustrophobic space, completely isolated from the bustling world.
I told myself strongly to stay calm, but my racing heart had already completely gone out of control.
Tang Yan felt that she was like a ship floating in the waves, looking for her own safe haven - but there was no island for her to rely on or dock at the moment, and the storm was about to come.
She patted her face hard with her hands, and the warm body temperature told her that she was still alive.
Tang Yan was waiting and waiting - waiting for the thing that was about to appear in the corridor and cause Shen Feifei to suddenly disappear.
Suddenly, an eerie voice called out from a distance.
"Come...ah! Come here...come here..."
The voice kept repeating, as if emitting some kind of magic. Moreover, for some reason, Tang Yan felt that the voice was very familiar , as if she had heard it a long time ago.
At the same time, the incandescent lights above her head, at the other end of the corridor , suddenly flickered and went out.
No, it's more than that!
Starting from the light at the other end of the corridor that went out, the lights in the direction of Tang Yan were going out one by one at a rapid speed, as if someone in the dark pressed the light switch as a prank.
In less than ten seconds, half of the corridor opposite Tang Yan fell into endless darkness, and the lights above her head continued to lose their light one by one. The corridor became darker and darker, and Tang Yan was stunned. After a brief brain blank, her first reaction was to rush out!
She reached out to pull the nearest glass door, and her hand slipped on the door handle due to the wet sweat. It couldn't be opened... the door was closed... She pulled the glass door desperately.
The incandescent light was about to go out, and Tang Yan was still knocking on the glass door desperately...
Snapped!
It's extinguished, all extinguished...
The last light above Tang Yan's head also went out... The entire corridor was immersed in darkness.
Tang Yan tightly grasped the door handle, shaking all over. She opened her eyes helplessly in shock. Although she couldn't see anything, she still looked around silently. A gentle sound of footsteps sounded in the deepest part of the corridor. Something in the distance was crawling very slowly, but each step was not so steady. Sweat broke out on Tang Yan's forehead, and then in the next second, she finally smelled the stench of a corpse.
Tang Yan stood there holding her breath, keeping her hands on the door handle. She didn't move, nor did she make a sound. She was listening to the slow crawling sound coming towards her. In that seemingly long but short time, countless conjectures appeared in Tang Yan's mind. Zhang Xiuting, could that thing be Zhang Xiuting? Is she coming to find me now?
Tang Yan didn't dare to think about it anymore! Because she could smell the stench of the corpse getting stronger and stronger, the stench surrounded her and almost made her faint. She covered her mouth and nose, and her only vague consciousness told herself that something in the darkness was only a few meters away from her!
Except for the incessant crawling sound, the surroundings were eerily quiet. The invisible sense of oppression in the darkness overwhelmed Tang Yan, who closed her eyes. The next second, she felt a cold object brushing across her cheek. Reaching out her hand and touching half of her face blankly, Tang Yan felt a slippery touch. Was it water? She unconsciously put her finger close to her nose.
"Ugh!" The foul smell made Tang Yan feel nauseous and retched. She hurriedly wiped her fingers on the hem of her clothes.
Wait, that's not right! ... Hey, when did the crawling sound stop?
The corridor was silent and dark, and the terrifying footsteps could no longer be heard. Tang Yan still held the door handle and tentatively took a step into the darkness.
The next second, the slender Tang Yan bumped into a stiff and cold object. What was this? And it seemed to be very short? She stretched out her hand and trembled as she began to feel around. As her hand continued to rub and feel around, she seemed to touch a piece of fabric. Then, she moved up and touched lips and nose that were exactly the same as hers. Cold lips, cold facial features, it was a human face!
After realizing what she had touched, the string in Tang Yan's mind snapped. She let out a horrified scream and stepped back in panic. Her feet kept moving backwards, subconsciously wanting to get as far away as possible. She felt that she had also hit a rigid object behind her, which blocked her steps.
Then, no matter which direction she tried to move, she felt like she was touching a glass wall, and no matter how hard she hit it, she couldn't break through the wall.
Tang Yan's legs went numb, and she lost consciousness and fell to the cold floor. After losing her sight, her hearing became unusually sharp. The dark corridor became crowded, and she heard the bustling crawling sounds around her, walking back and forth unconsciously, making chewing and grinding sounds similar to humans eating.
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The wall lamp above my head shook twice as if it had poor contact, and then dimmed again .
With the brief light, Tang Yan suddenly raised her head and found that the crawling, pale woman was very close to her! The snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, and the wind blew up the woman's drooping hair. Tang Yan finally saw the woman's face clearly, which was as smooth as a piece of white paper and bloodless. But this was only temporary, and then blood kept flowing from the top of the woman's head, as if a small hole was chiseled on the top of her head. The blood flowed across the woman's face, from her cheeks to her chin, and then merged into a sticky blood line and flowed down, and then the woman's scalp began to slowly peel off to both sides, just like a cicada shedding its skin.
She opened her mouth wide, looking at everything in front of her in horror. She wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. Before long, the woman's skin fell off completely, just like taking off a blood-red dress. Then the skin slowly stretched and extended, and then climbed up Tang Yan's wrist and neck...
"Tang Yan, Tang Yan?!" Yin Hui's voice became louder and louder, and his footsteps echoed outside the dressing room, wandering back and forth. The surrounding black aura seemed to sense the intrusion of outsiders, and they all entangled and embraced each other like anemones, sinking into the ground. At the same time, the power supply system of the entire corridor also returned to normal.
In an instant, light once again embraced this forgotten corner.
Yin Hun was suddenly blinded by the strong light. However, he still held the Golden Coin Sword tightly between his five fingers and looked around vigilantly. He hoped that the two girls were okay. Soon, he saw Tang Yan and Shen Feifei lying on the ground.
Yin Hun frowned, ran quickly to Tang Yan's side, dropped the Golden Money Sword, stretched out his right arm, embraced the beauty in his arms, and shook her heavily twice.
"Tang Yan, are you okay?" He used his left hand to lift Tang Yan's hair, with a look of concern on his face. Perhaps feeling the other's body temperature, Tang Yan's body moved lazily, and then she shivered and hid in Yin Hui's arms, as if she was an abandoned little wild cat, lovable. But her skin was cold, and there were intermittent sobs in her throat, probably because she was scared.
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm here!" Yin Hun held Tang Yan's soft shoulders and encouraged her with a smile.
"Hmm..." Tang Yan's voice was very cold, as if it came from the underworld, under the Naihe Bridge.
"Haha! Get up! It's too cold down there. You look so cold, even I can't stand it. I'll go see how Feifei is doing." Yin Hun said, and was about to get up, but he soon discovered that the person in his arms not only had no intention of letting go, but was getting tighter and tighter, like an octopus monster in an American blockbuster, trying to strangle him to death with its countless tentacles. "Tang Yan! Stop it." Yin Hun was a little amused. Fortunately, Zhang Xiuting was not nearby, otherwise it would be hard to deal with her hugging. It seems that the saying 'the land of gentleness is the grave of heroes' is true. Even though the girl's body was no different from ice at the moment, he still felt that it was unusually lingering and numb to the bone.
"Tang Yan, who is Tang Yan?" The woman in his arms spoke in a harsh voice, as if someone was scratching glass with their fingernails.
"Uh... are you scared silly?" This was Yin Hui's first thought: "Nonsense, you are Tang Yan! What's wrong with you today? Why do you feel weird?"
