Meanwhile, the exploration team began exploring the East Wing. Even Duanmu Huai had to admit that the mansion before them was indeed extraordinarily strange.
There were statues everywhere.
The former owner of this mansion seemed to have been obsessed with statues. Several of them had also been placed along both sides of the corridors. Yet these statues were equally wicked, ugly, and twisted, their faces filled with blasphemy and pain. As the group walked through the dilapidated, dim corridors, gazing at the strange stone statues arranged along both sides, the two actors did not need to put on an act to display their unease and fear. Even the old professor, who was responsible for introducing things as a guest, had lost his initial loquaciousness. He merely walked silently among several staff members, studying the eerie stone statues as though he wanted to investigate something from them.
Duanmu Huai still walked at the rear. He also examined the stone statues, and to his surprise, they really were nothing more than statues. But the question was, why would anyone put such things in their own home? Duanmu Huai felt that no sane person would place such twisted and terrifying statues in their house. Or rather, how many normal people could there be who lived in such a haunted place, surrounded all day by statues with such distorted expressions?
Not only that, but the patterns carved into the walls here were also enough to make one's hair stand on end. They looked nothing like anything humans would carve. Instead, they resembled traces left behind by some kind of monster in the throes of extreme rage and fear. The deeper they went, the quieter the exploration team became. At first, the comedian had still wanted to put on some exaggerated reactions for the camera,