No wonder the floor beneath them felt soft and slippery; they weren't in a corridor at all.
The lights weren't hanging on walls. The entire surroundings were covered in wrinkles and uneven textures.
Not only was it slippery, but there was also mucus.
The path beneath their feet was the same. The whole area resembled the inner wall of some enormous organ.
Ling Yan's gaze swept around.
It looked like — a giant intestine.
"Captain Ling, do you think this house can get any more disgusting? What the hell is this thing?!"
Ling Yan licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile: "Looking at it this way, the cannibal haunted house truly lives up to its name."
Mu Yuan's mouth hung open, then he fiercely squeezed Ling Yan's hand and gnashed his teeth at him:
"We're already here, and you're telling me this? Is this appropriate?!"
Ling Yan chuckled softly:
"This house first uses those mutated eyeballs to bite whatever enters it into tiny pieces.
