The characters suddenly appearing on the ground made my face darken:
"Master, that ghost mother and son are threatening us!"
I said indignantly.
At the brink of death, they still dared to be so arrogant.
Beside me, my Master smiled faintly;
"I've done everything, except dying!
I want to see.
Tonight, will she die, or will we?
Xiao Qin, kick the door open."
Master's aura was still strong, showing no fear of the spectral beings within the dilapidated building.
Without any hesitation, I stepped directly over the character "死" (death) formed from ashes and charcoal.
Reaching the door, it was shut tight, covered in moss.
I lifted my leg and kicked.
With a "clang," the wooden door was kicked open, and I barged in.
Master, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, followed close behind me.
Inside the dilapidated building, it was pitch black and chilling.
The air also carried a thick smell of mildew and decay.
I scanned my surroundings, not acting rashly.
Master instructed:
"No need to look, go straight upstairs!"
With Master by my side, my courage was bolstered.
"Mm," I replied, and in the darkness, I awkwardly made my way towards the stairwell.
But Master was unaffected by the darkness, each step steady.
From the first floor, we climbed the steps and quickly reached the second floor.
This level was still in ruins, the four walls scorched black by fire, with burnt furniture and debris everywhere.
Master gestured for me to continue upwards.
I nodded and followed the stairs further up.
However, as soon as we reached the top of the stairs, we saw flames erupting from the third-floor exit.
Soon, they ignited the stairwell.
The intense heat of the flames made the walls crackle.
I saw the flames from the third-floor exit ignite the stairwell.
They even rapidly spread towards Master and me, the air becoming scorching hot.
My expression shifted slightly, and I asked in surprise:
"Master, this must be an illusion! But this fire feels so hot!"
Most of this dilapidated building had already burned down.
In the stairwell, only two blackened, broken walls remained, with no combustible materials.
Especially after escaping last night, only illusions had appeared in this building.
I could accurately judge that these erupting flames were likely fake.
What I was seeing was merely an illusion.
However, looking at the approaching flames and feeling that incredibly real burning sensation.
It prevented me from moving forward, forcing me to stop and let Master decide.
Master, however, let out a disdainful snort:
"A parlor trick."
After speaking, Master blew a breath towards the encroaching flames.
"Hoo!"
His breath was not strong, and it still carried a thick smoky scent.
Yet, a strange phenomenon followed.
With Master's breath.
The scorching flames spreading across the stairwell retreated like a receding tide.
Revealing the old, blackened walls once more.
The incredibly real burning sensation also vanished without a trace.
Indeed, it was all fake, just an illusion.
But the feeling was too real.
Apart from professionals like Master, ordinary people entering such an illusion would undoubtedly be deceived by their senses.
Ultimately, they would die in this false sea of fire amidst terror and pain.
After blowing his breath, Master walked ahead, leading me step by step towards the third floor.
With each step Master took, the burning flames retreated a meter.
When we reached the third floor, we found the entire level, except for the spot where Master and I stood, surrounded by flames and thick smoke.
The flames consumed surrounding furniture, the ceiling, and various appliances.
Smoke billowed, constantly rising towards the windows.
While the heat of the flames was not felt at this moment.
The surrounding flames were incredibly realistic, creating a sense of being there.
If not for Master's presence, I would truly believe I had arrived at a fire scene. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Master remained calm, not pausing due to the incredibly real fire scene.
He scanned left and right, then locked onto a direction.
Leading me, he walked into a wall of flames.
The surrounding flames seemed to fear Master, continuously retreating and posing no threat to us.
After a short while, we arrived at a room door.
The door was tightly shut, with only flashes of firelight peeking from beneath the gap.
Master pushed the door with his hand, and as soon as he touched it.
The door revealed its true appearance, transforming into a burnt, ruined wooden door.
With a "creak," the door was pushed open.
Looking inside, I was startled by the scene within the room.
In the center of the flame-filled room, two figures, one large and one small, were hanging.
Upon closer inspection, they were the mother and son.
They wore matching white parent-child dresses, with a thick hemp rope around their necks, their heads tilted.
Their eyes were wide open and vacant, their mouths slightly agape, lips purple and black, with half of their tongues protruding.
Two plastic stools, one high and one low, were placed beneath their feet, and they had hanged themselves from a ceiling fan.
Their bodies swayed in the firelight of the room, looking extremely eerie.
As the flames in the room grew larger and crackled.
Soon, they consumed their bodies.
Burning away their skin, leaving them bloody and mangled, a truly horrifying sight...
I watched, deeply shocked, filled with apprehension and dread.
This scene, even the smallest details, was too real to be a mere illusion.
Beside me, Master spoke in a deep voice:
"This should be the scene of their deaths.
They didn't cherish their lives when they were alive, choosing to burn down a house and hang themselves.
Now they are looking for substitutes everywhere, they deserve it."