For the white-haired man, the best choice at this moment is of course the young man hiding in the room.

He is too old. If he escapes, it is impossible to run past Qin Wenyu. In the end, there is a high probability that Qin Wenyu rushes out of the city gate and he is left behind.

As for expecting Qin Wenyu to help him?

He is not that stupid, nor is Qin Wenyu.

As a powerful and powerful rich man suffering from a terminal illness, he is afraid of death.

No...everyone is afraid of death.

There are only two fears that can defeat human beings, one is death, and the other is the unknown.

At this moment, these two situations are happening at the same time.

He didn't even have time to observe what the world looked like thousands of years ago, and he fell into extreme danger.

He didn't want to die, that's why he spent all his wealth in exchange for such an opportunity from Sen Luo.

Are the young people in the house human or ghosts?

He couldn't tell.

But he knows that staying in place must be waiting for death, at least there will be a chance after making a choice.

As for Qin Wenyu's suggestion just now... he doesn't believe it.

In his opinion, Qin Wenyu is simply unable to protect himself at this moment.

He fled quickly, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the strange street fell into extreme silence.

The white-haired man rushed into the room that had been opened a crack, and stared at the young man beside him with wide eyes in vigilance and horror.

But the young man didn't do anything, and after seeing him coming, he continued to shout, "What are you doing? Come here too!"

With his voice, a bunch of fresh and eerie paper figurines approached closer and closer to Qin Wenyu's back.

Compared with the white-haired man, Qin Wenyu's physical exertion is not too big, but he has already guessed that the gate of the city is not the real way of life, and at this time, he ignored the two people who made a sound, and Qin Wenyu ran without saying a word. To a place that he had already noticed.

Seeing Qin Wenyu disappear, the people at the entrance of the alley and the people in the house were silent.

The white-haired man didn't let his guard down, but said tentatively, "Thank you... Excuse me, what's going on?"

When he looked up, he happened to see the eyes of the young man!

This look... a bunch of goosebumps broke out on his back.

The young man's eyes stayed on him all the time - not the anxious and friendly eyes just now, but a naked -

Like a snake watching a mouse...

I am that mouse.

"You...what are you?" The white-haired man stumbled back.

The panic in his heart has been magnified to the limit, his face flushed unnaturally, his breathing was rapid, and his heart seemed to be jumping out of his throat.

The young man did not answer him.

He still stood there, staring at the white-haired man with a very aggressive look, as if to devour the white-haired man alive.

The white-haired man felt stiff and his legs trembled involuntarily. He looked around in fear, trying to find a place to escape.

But he didn't find anything, except for the wall, there was only one door, and that door was behind the young man.

He was so scared that he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he stayed here.

The body has been trembling into a sieve, and the heart is not much worse.

With a light click, the light in the room suddenly disappeared.

The room was instantly plunged into a dead silence.

Moreover, just like turning on the air conditioner, the chill that penetrated through the flesh and directly penetrated the bones, but a sticky layer of sweat appeared on the body of the white-haired man.

Fear and despair are eroding his heart, no... can't stay in this room...

I want to go out!

His heart was roaring.

However, a snow-white face suddenly appeared right in front of his face!

His figure was reflected in the two white pupils.

The intense fear made him want to let out a scream - however, his throat was dry and tight at the moment, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

His heartbeat was getting faster and louder, and the terrifying face that belonged to a young man suddenly approached him.

Unable to see his expression in the dark.

It's just the next moment, a sour chewing sound suddenly sounded in the room...

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At this moment, Qin Wenyu was running towards a well.

That's right, wells.

This is the problem he found.

Qin Wenyu had doubts about the authenticity of this street, and even this "Ping An Jing".

Gently and erratically, although the paper figurines have flesh and blood, they still move like a piece of paper.

It was three or five meters away when the foot bounced, full of weirdness.

They chased very close, and the unspeakable incongruity and terror grew stronger in the night.

five meters...

Four meters...

Three meters...

Gujing was in front of him, Qin Wenyu's face was fine and he stopped.

In front of him, the ancient well was like a silent monster, opening its gloomy mouth.

The paper man did not stop, but got closer and closer.

Qin Wenyu stuck his head out and saw that the well was pitch black...

He picked up a piece of gravel on the ground and threw it down. After two breaths, there was a sound of "Bang Bang——" landing.

no water……

But Qin Wenyu's face didn't change. He stood up straight and finally determined that this was the way of life.

Qin Wenyu stretched his left wrist to his mouth and bit it.

Immediately, blood flowed.

He looked at all the paper figures who were approaching, and threw the blood from his left hand forward.

The paper figurines with terrifyingly white faces spread out one after another, clearly surrounded by them.

Qin Wenyu swung left and right, and his blood fell to the ground, the stone, and the house, and white smoke came out.

When he passed by the paper figurines, all the paper figurines were motionless and did not dare to come forward.

All the way forward, Qin Wenyu only felt that the surrounding scenery was changing, the lanterns hanging on the street were gradually rare, and the scary paper figures behind him were no longer traced.

When he reached the gate of the city, Qin Wenyu turned his head and smelled the delicate fragrance.

This is a common incense that is lit during sacrifices and offerings.

When he stepped out of the city gate, pressed the wound on his wrist and stopped spitting blood, the hairy moon in the sky suddenly lit up a little.

The moonlight returned to the earth, as if the world had changed in an instant.

Qin Wenyu looked back, where is there any Heian-kyō behind him?Where is there any other city gate?

Where are the streets and paper figures.

What could see in front of me was a city made of paper, two rows of identical houses, a short loess path, and... a few paper figurines standing at the door of the house.

The treacherous dream just now was just running away in this paper-wrapped city.

Everything, like a dream, is indistinguishable from the truth.

Fortunately, for the paper used in sacrifices, fire gives it life, but water... can make it die.

Therefore, the fire does not burn the house, the ashes become adults, there is a well... but there is no water.

Qin Wenyu borrowed a wrist of blood, which can be regarded as spilled.

He looked at the door of a room in Zhizha Chengguo, where a paper figure appeared out of thin air, with white hair and old clothes.

Come to think of it... the person who chose to hide in the house was not so lucky.