This world is very strange, this is Wayne's first feeling, obviously there are some technologies that are not inferior to modern ones, but from the way people dress and build in this world, it seems to be around the 19th century.

North America, which is very much in line with the scene after the end of the Civil War, seems to be about to enter the twentieth century, but the real history does not seem to apply in this world, and in short, the world is strange.

Ever since Wayne came into this world, there has been a feeling that something has entered his body, and this feeling is amazing, as if a seed has been planted in his body waiting to sprout.

After living in Boston for three days, Wayne didn't encounter anything strange until he came to a small town.

Farming was a necessity for survival in all eras, and when Wayne walked into this densely farmed, thriving town, he sensed an atmosphere called gloom, and it came from a closed home.

He stood in the doorway of the room, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Hey, stranger, you don't want to die?" A stocky young man said in a panicked tone behind him.

Wayne looked back at him with a bewildered look and couldn't help but wonder, "Look at the way you look, is there something in this house that scares you?" ”

"Come here, I'll feel uncomfortable standing here talking..."The young man pulled Wayne aside, and didn't feel a little relieved until he was away from the room, and then said in a low tone, "That room has been dead, and there are often rumors of hauntings, it is said that some people want to go in and never come out, I advise you to hold back your curiosity, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

"Haunted?" Wayne raised his eyebrows, as soon as he said the ghost, he naturally believed it, referring to himself, what he hadn't seen?

"It's about the older generation, I don't know the specifics, but since you're a foreigner, even if you know, it's meaningless, so I advise you not to inquire, if you get any bad luck, then you're unlucky..."

Watching the young man babble away, Wayne's eyes became more and more curious as he looked into the room.

So, as a foreigner, he inquired about this room in the tavern in the town.

At first, many people would be secretive and would not get any useful information until an old drunkard finally confided in him after asking for three glasses of ale.

It turned out that the owner of the house died unexpectedly ten years ago, and his son returned to the town to inherit the house, but not long after, his son disappeared. The house was left empty, and someone tried to buy it, but on the first day of moving in, he was disturbed by the screams and creepy smells coming from the ground from time to time, and he moved out after a short time.

Gradually, rumors of haunting began to spread, and some unbelievers tried to find out, but in the end they were either scared away or frightened crazy, and some even went in and never came out, which is really weird.

Hearing this, Wayne became interested, and his intuition told her that this matter must have clues related to this world, and maybe after figuring it out, he would be able to know what kind of world he was in.

When the news was revealed, Wayne took advantage of the darkness to leave the brightly lit tavern.

However, he didn't know that he had just left on the front foot, and a beautiful figure with long blond hair quietly followed him on the back foot, and there was no sound between his actions.

Standing in front of the door of this room again, this time, no one came to warn him, Wayne looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he jumped into the courtyard one by one.

As soon as he landed, a gust of wind blew, and he seemed to feel the emotions carried by the wind, anger, sadness and resentment, which made people very uncomfortable.

Wayne didn't care much about this, and he believed a little bit in his heart that there were ghosts here, even if he wasn't a ghost, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much worse, they all belonged to the category of demons and ghosts.

Pushing open the door of the house, the dust fell, the spider silk broke, and in the darkness, the furniture seemed to have corroded over the course of ten years, including the floor and ceiling, and when you stepped on it, it felt like the whole house was shaking.

Step by step, the feeling of excitement and anticipation in Wayne's heart is getting stronger and stronger, and it is said that people will have a strong risk factor at any time, I'm afraid it's now, right?

The house was very large, two floors up and down, and there were eight rooms alone, and judging by the frescoes hanging on the walls, there were at least six people who used to live here, but since the death of the master, they were scattered until his son returned.

In one room, Wayne spotted a photograph of the owner of the room with his son, the older being an elderly man in a wheelchair with glasses and a peaceful smile. The son is a young man with a smile on his face.

This is a father and son who are filial to their sons, and you can see it just from the expressions on their faces in the group photo.

Is it just a misfortune that has befallen you, or is it more than that?

Wayne put down the frame, and suddenly felt the house shake, and then there was a low whimper in his ears, like a sigh of hunger.

The sound came from the ground, and it coincided with the rumors.

Thinking of this, Wayne immediately walked down the floor and began to look everywhere for a secret door in the basement.

It is impossible to have such a large room without a secret door, and storing some old items, discarded items and even valuable items in the basement is a habit that almost every rich family will have.

After searching for about ten minutes, Wayne finally found the mechanism on a lampstand near the fireplace.

Writhing slightly, the fireplace suddenly opened, revealing a staircase that led to the ground.

Standing at the entrance, the gloomy aura grew heavier and heavier, and Wayne knew that there must be a haunted root hidden in this basement, so he walked down without the slightest hesitation.

As I got closer and closer, I was about to reach the basement, and the voices I heard in my ears became more and more obvious, human-like, and sometimes even creepy low-pitched screams.

If this were an ordinary person, he would have been scared a long time ago, but it's a pity that he came with a guy who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

The faint light below came into view, and Wayne saw a scene that surprised him.

A wheelchair, with his back to him, sat on it a middle-aged man, looking at his back, very similar to the son of the owner of this room, named John.

So, he never disappeared? Living in the basement all the time? No! His breath does not belong to humans.

Just as Wayne was looking uncertain, the wheelchair slowly turned around, and the face that was obviously older than the photo appeared, and it was John, the son of the owner of the house, who was rumored to be 37 years old.

"You're not John, who are you?" Wayne asked coldly.

Sitting in a wheelchair, John let out a creepy laugh, "I'm John, I'm John..."