Myth News Forecast

After the corner, there was an old alleyway, like a piece torn from a faded dream.

The overall decoration style resembles an old neighborhood from the 90s, with dark green iron gates on both sides of the walls, and an upward staircase behind the gates, giving people a strange feeling of perspective in a two-dimensional space.

The walls were covered with colorful GG posters, layer upon layer, new on top of old, with slogans like "High-salary urgent recruitment," "Hemorrhoid and STD treatment," "Seeking a surrogate mother for a large sum of money," and "Miss escort" everywhere.

Mumu didn't experience that era, so these things felt particularly new to her.

"Da, da, da."

The sound of hard-soled shoes hitting the ground faded into the distance before returning to my ears.

"Waaah..." The sobbing was faint and rustling, as if it were trying to penetrate one's ears.

"Yingying, Lele?" Mumu asked softly.

The crying stopped, but no one responded.

The alley was narrow and dark, with only a few light bulbs hanging on the walls, their orange light flickering on and off.

Rustling.

The voice came from somewhere behind me, like many people huddled together, talking in hushed whispers, their words indistinct and hard to hear.

Mumu ignored it and continued walking along the alley toward the source of the crying.

Rustling.

The whispers grew closer, almost touching her back.

But Mumu merely wrinkled her delicate nostrils, sniffing the faint musty and burnt smell in the air.

She still ignored it and stepped deeper into the area, her hand pressing down on the hilt of her sword.

"Waaah." The indistinguishable cries of a boy and a girl grew closer.

Mumu quickened her pace, her heels hitting the ground more and more violently.

"Splash!"

Suddenly she tripped over something, which made her stop.

Mumu looked down and saw a paper doll lying flat under the tip of her shoe in the dim light.

Its chest and abdomen were dented by shoe heels, and the paper was torn, revealing the hollow bamboo frame inside.

The paper effigy has a deathly pale face, with bright red rouge on its round cheeks, and a gaping, dark mouth that's stretched into a grin.

"Waaaaah...waaaah...waaaah..."

The crying started again.

This time, however, the sound clearly came from the red-painted, cracked mouth of the paper effigy!

The next second, Mumu stomped on the paper effigy's mouth.

The crying stopped immediately.

However, the girl did not leave. Instead, she reached out, pointed at the paper effigy, and whispered, "Rewind."

The paper effigy's shriveled body became plump again, and it floated up into the air, backing away to a wall.

The iron gate was firmly fixed to the wall. After the paper effigy was pushed aside when it bumped into it, it stubbornly approached the wall again and rubbed against it repeatedly.

It seems to have come from deep within the walls, wanting to return.

Seeing this, Mumu abandoned the paper effigy and pointed to the wall: "Backwards."

The iron gate trembled a few times, then creaked open, revealing the wallpaper of the old-fashioned staircase.

Strangely, the wallpaper was supposed to be flat, but the staircase appeared deep and mysterious, as if one could actually walk into it.

Mumu stared wide-eyed in surprise and whispered, "Why does this demon's power feel more like that of a ghost?"

She had dealt with many descent events, but this was the first time she had seen a demon with such strange abilities.

So is this related to the reversal of the rules in the forecast?

Filled with curiosity, the girl pondered for a moment and decided to go inside to find out what was going on.

She walked to the wall, tried to step out, and reached into the wallpaper.

I never expected to actually step onto the steps made of wallpaper. The feeling of being grounded was something that fake wallpaper could never provide.

Mumu walked step by step up the stairs, entered the stairwell, and disappeared into the alley.

As the girl stepped in, the hallway within the wallpaper gradually transformed back into a flat surface.

"Squeak."

The iron gate swayed and closed, as if nothing had happened.

……

……

Chi Pao thought that once he entered the haunted house maze, he would soon see the figure of Chong Tong.

Unexpectedly, this place was rather eerie, and he lost his way shortly after entering.

More importantly, the ghost car doesn't have much room to maneuver here because the roof is low and dark, making it impossible for the ghost car to fly up and lead the way.

Chi Pao simply picked a fork in the road at random, turning left, then right, then left again.

I walked through several alleys, and the walls were all the same, the lights were all the same, there was not a sound of people, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Until he encountered the same fork in the road for the third time.

The wall is painted with images of bull-headed and horse-faced demons, with green faces and fangs, and black and white impermanence dragging long tongues, with gray-white wall paint showing where the paint has peeled off.

In the center of the fork in the road was an electronic brazier. Plastic blades covered warm-colored light bulbs, and the flames flickered on and off as the mechanical rods swayed, just like real flames.

"Damn it." Chi Pao was a little annoyed and kicked the brazier away.

"Let's just blow this whole place up."

Without hesitation, he stared at the wall in front of him, his eyes glowing red.

"elder brother……"

Suddenly a sound interrupted his actions.

"Who!" Chi Pao turned around and saw a boy of about 7 or 8 years old carrying a little girl of about 6 years old, staggering from the shadows. His clothes were covered in dust, and his face was smeared with sweat and tears.

He frowned, a red light flashing in his eyes. After confirming that the people in front of him were not demons, he asked, "Why are you still here?"

The little boy choked back tears and said, "We can't get out, brother, it's so dark here, can you help me...?"

Hearing the boy sobbing, Chi Pao shouted with some disgust, "Stop crying!"

The little boy was startled and quickly shut his mouth, swallowing his snot and tears.

Chi Pao scratched his head, feeling that things were getting tricky.

Although I could disregard everything, but...

After glancing at the pitiful little boy and girl, Chi Pao helplessly put his hands on his hips and said, "Come here."

"Hmm." The little boy carried his sister over.

"Stand here and don't run around, understand?"

"I understand," the little boy replied.

"Don't panic no matter what happens, and definitely don't shout. If you dare shout, I'll throw you out to feed the ghosts, understand?"

"Mmm." The little boy pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"What's wrong with your sister?" Chi Pao looked at the sleeping little girl with a puzzled expression.

The little boy said, "She was just scared."

"Alright."

Just as the two were talking, the loudspeaker above their heads suddenly crackled and started playing a strange nursery rhyme.

"On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open; when the gates of hell open, ghosts and monsters emerge."

"On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open; when the gates of hell open, ghosts and monsters emerge."

"On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open; when the gates of hell open, ghosts and monsters emerge."

Over and over again, the nursery rhyme keeps looping on the same track.

At the same time, the murals on the wall, depicting ox-headed demons, horse-faced demons, and black and white impermanence, seemed to be driven by a nursery rhyme, their lines trembling and colors seeping out of their outlines, as if trying to break free from the wall.

"Damn it." Red Cannon sensed something was wrong.