Horror, my mental hospital has become a weird restricted area

And as the knock on the door continued, all the weird monks in the scripture room were trembling.

And on the long table behind them, there is an even weirder statue enshrined.

The statue has a strange golden color all over its body, and has nine faces. No matter which direction you look at it, it is always a positive face, half crying and half smiling.

His eyes were also half-closed.

Obviously, it should be a compassionate and holy Buddha statue, but it has a sense of pure evil. If ordinary players look directly at the statue, they may be instantly eroded by that terrifying power.

"This door seems to be quite solid. There are a bunch of bums inside, I dare not come out after knocking for a long time, pure waste."

Aaron lay obscenely in the crack of the door, his pupils trying to see something clearly, but because the crack of the door was too narrow, he could only see distorted figures moving around the room, but the evil The breath is right.

"Damn it, Aaron, you go to the side first."

chirp~
Suddenly, the berserk Zhang Mazi ran to Aaron's side with a face full of ferocity, pushed him away, and let out a strange sound wave from his mouth.

The ability to capture ghosts is activated, yes, this door is also a ghost, but it is a special ghost.

This is also the only one that has been discovered since the beginning of the horror game.

Liu Yiyi in the distance recorded it with some excitement.

After Zhang Mazi let out a strange cry, the scorched surface of the door panel trembled strangely like water waves.

Then, a pitch-black long sword streaked across the mist.

Boom~

An ear-piercing loud noise resounded, and there were terrified, weird and trembling figures in the sutra room, and the terrifying evil aura reached its peak at this moment.

Even Liu Yiyi and Ji Mingyue, who were far away, had to hastily use their extraordinary potential to resist this evil erosion.

Moreover, the strange fragrance became even more pungent, mixed in the light blue mist, making people feel like a splitting headache.

"Damn thing, hide-and-seek rat."

"Today, your grandpa Zhang ate all of you."

The angry Zhang Mazi looked at the strange monk in front of him with disgust, and at some point behind him a tall and scary black-red phantom appeared.

The phantom looks very similar to Zhang Mazi, but there is a big difference.

Heiying wears a black and red official hat, with a heart-red jade stone interspersed in the center of the official hat.

Carrying a jet-black long sword on his back, holding a whip made of chains in one hand, and a jade jade in the other.

Like a judge from hell.

With the same angry eyes, the horror and fear in the hearts of these strange monks became more intense after seeing the figure, the continuously twisted Sanskrit mark on their foreheads.

As if they wanted to escape from here quickly, they could see that under the foreheads of those monks, there seemed to be a wriggling giant worm swimming rapidly on their faces, as if they wanted to break through the golden skin and break out.

"Hmm~ Killing Killing is everything in art, it starts with killing and ends with killing."

"Wonderful~"

Step, step, step~
Step, step, step~
Suddenly, a group of trembling monks heard crisp footsteps coming from outside the door again.

It's just that the rhythm of the footsteps is a bit irregular.

I saw Li Jin, who was dancing in the square with flowers in his hands, changed the flowers into a delicate scalpel at some point. Under the light blue mist, his pale mask looked like a real one. Like a ghost, more like a ghost than them.

There is madness and bloodlust in the eyes, as if seeing an embryo that has not been carved, and can't wait to show his art.

At the same time, a lot of densely packed dark figures appeared on the inner and outer floors of the entire scripture room, and the twisted and ominous horror kept rising at this moment.

Cooperating with the level of screaming above the head, this terrifying scene kept impacting the heart of the above.

Even if you are a ghost, you will also be afraid, and you will also be afraid.

"Amitabha, we have not offended you."

"We are just serving normally, Lord Nine-faced Buddha."

Suddenly, a monk shouted in fear and trembling, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Mazi slapped him and flew him away.

"Oh, it's no wonder the Nine-faced Buddha, no wonder the group of bald heads look so different from the sea, and the thing on their heads seems to have been seen somewhere before."

"Now that I think about it, isn't that the kind of thing that has been pushing Lai Lai at our door before? Damn, it's all right now, the boss must be watching, and I can definitely behave well."

Aaron, who was originally pushed away by Zhang Mazi, was exuding scarlet flames, and slowly poked his head out from the door. This horrifying scene almost made all the monks in the sutra room split open.

At this time, Aaron's face was gentle, and he said with a smile, but the movement of his hand handed the bone crushing knife in Aaron's hand to a shadow guard behind him.

"No, no, there may not be any misunderstanding. We have never been out in the temple. We were all listening to the teachings of Nine-faced Buddha just now. We didn't have much intersection before."

The monk who was thrown flying struggled to get up from the ground, his figure had become extremely distorted, and even the original neck had been bent, which looked extremely strange and deformed.

The Sanskrit inscription on the forehead is also constantly twisting at this moment, and with the twisting of the Sanskrit imprint, the statue placed on the long table is also spinning rapidly at this moment.

Every time the statue rotated, wisps of turbid water drops dripped from the surface of the statue, tick-tock-tock landed in the earthen jar above and below the long table, exuding an indescribably pungent smell.

And after these weird sesame oils entered the earthenware jars, they seemed to have life, and turned into strips on their own, and the slender threads covered the body surfaces of these monks.

Every time it is covered, the color of the skin of these monks deepens, as if they are wearing golden bodies for each monk.

At the same time, you can hear the faint sound of chanting sutras.

"Xingfeng. I. Immortality comes first. Hurry up."

"Today. The gate of longevity. Opened and appeared."

It sounded like chanting and something seemed to be whispering in everyone's ears. The melodious and weird voice seemed to come from hell.

And at this moment, the level of terror in the entire scripture room ushered in an upgrade again, and the bodies of those monks began to melt slowly.

Like a liquid, it was cloudy and viscous, and there was a pungent smell, but they didn't realize that they were still explaining something in horror.

"Amitabha, I don't know what the other buddhas have done to you, but we are from City H, brother!"

"Hey, it's you again!"