As soon as the viewers entered the village, a thin mist rose around them.
The fog wasn't thick.
However, in the darkness, the buildings on both sides were reduced to hazy outlines, giving them an eerie appearance.
Why is there no signal in this village?
The person livestreaming was a young man in his mid-twenties named Zhang Ming, a small-time streamer on a certain platform.
How small?
Anyway, during the live stream, he basically passed the time by talking to himself.
I was originally planning to ride the wave of popularity, but I didn't expect to have no internet!
"Fine, I'll record it, edit it, and upload it to a video website."
After muttering a few words, Zhang Ming didn't pay any attention and followed the others around, searching for the hotel.
The road surface paved with bluestone slabs was uneven, and weeds grew in the gaps.
The roadside was littered with dead branches and broken earthenware pots, some of which were still filled with water. When a flashlight was shone on them, they reflected a bright light.
The path extends straight.
As they ventured deeper, the surrounding weeds grew thicker and thicker, and the houses they passed became increasingly dilapidated.
There are even some old-fashioned propaganda slogans on the walls.
"It feels like this place hasn't been lived in for a long time," the heavily made-up girl asked curiously as she leaned against the blond-haired youth.
"Hey, that's how it is in the countryside, all run-down and dilapidated." The blond-haired man didn't seem to care, and his hand, which was around the girl's waist, unconsciously moved downwards.
"Hehe." The girl gave the blond-haired man a flirtatious look.
"I feel like something's not right."
The bespectacled man who had been secretly watching the girl suddenly stopped.
He lived nearby and was very familiar with Hujia Village. But now this road felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.
"What's wrong? Why are you all so jumpy? With so many of us, is it really possible for a ghost to suddenly appear?" Yellow Hair glanced at him sideways.
"This looks like Hujia Village, but Hujia Village doesn't have houses this dilapidated." The bespectacled man looked around, somewhat surprised and uncertain.
"Pfft, you mean we've time-traveled? You're talking like a web novel."
The blond-haired man chuckled, a mocking smile immediately appeared on his face:
"You just want to attract attention, right? I've been doing this since elementary school."
"Hey, you four-eyed guy, stop peeping at my girlfriend. No matter how much you peep, you'll only be able to play single-player games at home."
Hearing this, the girl next to her puffed out her chest with a playful laugh and said seductively:
"Hehe, Glasses Guy, am I big?"
The bespectacled man blushed, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, and immediately tried to deny it.
Just then.
Suddenly, a strange cry came from the roof next to them.
Then a dark figure darted down and swept past everyone.
"ah!"
Holy crap!
"Holy crap!"
The sudden turn of events startled several people in the group, causing them to scream.
The blond guy who was closest to the camera was so startled that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
"Damn, what is that?"
The viewer with the flashlight quickly shone it in the direction of the shadow.
Could it really be a ghost?
Everyone tensed up immediately, their eyes fixed on the spot illuminated by the flashlight.
But the next moment, everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
There was nothing scary in the spotlight, only a crow perched on the wall, its eyes staring intently at everyone.
"Damn, that scared the crap out of me."
"Oh, it's a crow."
"I thought I had really seen a ghost."
Upon seeing that it was just a bird, everyone's tense nerves relaxed, and they laughed and cursed a few times.
"Damn it, you idiot, I'll kill you."
The blond-haired man, nearly scared out of his wits, felt humiliated in public and, in a fit of rage, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the man.
"Croak—"
"Quack quack—"
"Quack quack quack—"
Startled, the crow immediately flapped its wings and flew away.
"Alright, alright, it's getting late. Let's hurry up and find that hotel. If we can't find it, we should all go home."
A balding man in his thirties yawned and touched his forehead.
After the initial excitement wore off, he now felt quite bored and regretted coming to join the fun so late at night.
Isn't it better to stay home and sleep with your wife?
"Let's go, let's go. If we can't find it, I'll go back too."
"That streamer is probably an actor; he's not even in Hujia Village. We made a wasted trip."
"I've heard that many live streams are pre-recorded, so I guess the footage of people entering Hujia Village was pre-recorded."
The crowd chattered on, but most people had already lost interest.
"By the way, bro, did you just make a discovery?"
Someone patted the bespectacled man on the back and asked curiously.
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"It's nothing, I misread it."
The bespectacled man glanced at the blond-haired guy; having just been rebuked, he didn't really want to say anything now.
After dismissing the person who had asked the question, the bespectacled man quietly walked to the middle of the line to avoid being on the edge.
The entire Hujia Village is neither small nor large.
The group soon arrived at the end of the village.
This is an open space with a solitary red brick house standing in the middle.
Further ahead, there was only a forest path leading to who-knows-where.
Everyone looked around curiously and found that the tiled house was very strange, as it had no windows.
Moreover, the door was extremely tall, about four meters high and three meters wide, and was wide open like a giant mouth, with nothing visible inside.
That's it?
"That's it?"
"Where's the hotel we were promised? Where's the ghost story?"
"What a wasted trip."
"I must have had a brain fart to come here in the middle of the night."
The group walked to the end but still couldn't find a hotel, so they started complaining.
"You damn streamer, you dare to lie to me! I'll go to your stream and yell at him!" the blond-haired guy cursed, picking up a rock and throwing it at the brick house.
The stone traced a parabola in the air and landed precisely inside the doorway.
"Forget it, let's go home and sleep."
"There's no more fun to be had."
The viewers shook their heads, ready to head home and criticize the streamer.
Tonight was such a waste of time!
Zhang Ming shook his head and began to think about how to edit the video he had filmed.
Just as he turned around with his phone in hand, his expression suddenly froze.
"Holy crap!"
He yelled and jumped up, nearly dropping the selfie stick he was holding.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong now?"
The others were startled by Zhang Ming's sudden commotion and stopped in their tracks to look at him.
Zhang Ming's face was pale. He pointed to the house across the street and stammered:
"There's someone in that house...there's an old man in that house!"
Everyone looked at the dark door with suspicion.
"No way... Could there be anyone in this house?"
In the dead of night, in a strange, abandoned house, the pitch-black door is wide open.
Many people felt a sudden unease.
Despite the large number of people, some associations inevitably begin to emerge in this environment.
"I'll go take a look."
Just then, a young man wearing white sneakers stepped out from the group.
He seemed very bold, taking a flashlight and walking straight over to shine it into the house.
Inside the red brick house's main gate was a hall, furnished with a wooden chair and an eight-immortal table.
On the octagonal table, there was also a framed photo containing a black and white portrait of the deceased.
The young man turned around and said, "You must be mistaken, there's no one here."
As he spoke, he stepped directly into the house, touched the table with his hand, and found his hand covered in dust.
"You might be mistaking this portrait for a person."
He held up the portrait and shone a flashlight on it for everyone to see.
"Don't be alarmed, it's all psychological."
The young man chuckled, his tone tinged with arrogance.
"Recently, I've seen a lot of people online claiming to have encountered ghosts. This streamer even broadcasts ghost sightings every day. I originally planned to expose him today."
"I studied psychology in college and have never believed in ghosts."
However, just as the young man was speaking...
Everyone standing outside suddenly widened their eyes, and then their faces showed extreme horror.
They saw that behind the young man, a hunched old man slowly emerged from the shadows and silently sat down in a chair in front of the octagonal table.
The old man looked exactly like the portrait in the memorial photo.
The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.
"ah!"
"My goodness!"
The next moment, screams erupted, and the terrified crowd turned tail and ran, wishing they had more legs.
"Hey, you guys..."
The young man immediately sensed something was wrong upon seeing this.
Just as he was about to turn around, a stiff hand landed on his shoulder.
"Crunch"
"Crunch"
"Bang--"
With a soft sound.
The door that was originally open.
It's closed.
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The viewers were panting heavily, exchanging glances, their pale faces filled with horror.
That is—
"Shut up!"
Someone tried to utter that word, but was immediately and rudely interrupted.
"Everyone, we must leave here. Once we're outside, call the police immediately."
After standing there for a while, the anchor Zhang Ming spoke.
"You idiot, what's the use of calling the police? The cops can't handle you... can they?"
Huang Mao, who was not used to exercise, squatted down and dry heaved several times after running for a while before he could recover.
Upon hearing Zhang Ming said he was going to call the police, he immediately objected.
He usually hates that group of people the most.
"Your thinking is wrong. In this situation, we must call the police. If that guy is alive, it's fine, but if he's dead, we'll have to find a way to get away with it."
Zhang Ming took out the phone he had just used to take the picture.
"I didn't turn off the camera when I picked up the phone, and the scene after he entered the house was also recorded."
This can serve as evidence.
When Huang Mao heard Zhang Ming refute him, he immediately bristled.
"You don't know anything! Are you going to tell the cops he was possessed by a ghost? Do you think they'd believe you?"
Huang Mao's repeated rude remarks caused a flash of anger in Zhang Ming's eyes.
"Of course we can't say he saw a ghost, let's just say he was detained after entering the house."
"Also, you little brat, I advise you to watch your mouth. I'm not your father, and I won't spoil you."
What did you say?
Huang Mao flew into a rage and picked up a stone from the ground, intending to throw it at Zhang Ming.
The crowd quickly stepped forward to dissuade him and persuade him not to act impulsively.
We're all in the same boat now, this isn't the time for fighting.
"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet. I think this brother has a point. If that person is alright, then so be it. But if he really confesses here, then we're all suspects. We might as well call the police."
The bald man also stepped forward, but he clearly favored Zhang Ming.
The blond-haired man looked very indignant and shouted, "It's not like there's no one in this village. We can just ask the villagers to come out and look for them. Why are you calling the police, you idiot?"
As he spoke, the blond-haired man walked to the door of a two-story building next door, raised his hand and knocked directly on the door.
"Bang bang bang"
"Bang bang bang"
"Bang bang bang"
"Is anyone there?!"
After a series of knocks on the door.
"Crunch"
The door was opened a crack from the inside, letting out a faint green light.
I said—
The blond-haired man reached for the door, about to say something.
Suddenly, a withered, blackened hand reached out from inside and grabbed the blond-haired man by the neck.
"Waaaaah"
After being choked, the blond-haired man immediately began to struggle violently.
In his haste, he pulled a dagger from his pocket.
"Go to hell."
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed the hand with a knife.
But the hand remained motionless, still gripping his neck tightly.
The blond-haired man's face began to turn red.
It then slowly turned purple.
"Click"
A chilling sound rang out.
The blond-haired man's body stiffened, he stopped struggling, and went limp.
"Bang"
The hand pulled the blond-haired man into the house and then closed the door.
"Click, click, click"
A chilling chewing sound faintly drifted from inside the house.
The others did not see how Huang Mao's fate ended.
The moment the strange hand appeared, everyone started running again.
"Huff—"
"Huff—"
"Huff—"
They ran until they could run no more, and several of them collapsed to the ground, feeling like their lungs were about to explode.
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I rested for a while.
Suddenly, someone said, "Have you noticed? We've run so far, but we still haven't seen the village entrance. We're still on this road."
These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.
In fact, many people have already noticed this problem, but they have an ostrich mentality and subconsciously avoid it.
When someone spoke up and exposed their suspicions, a sense of horror rose from the soles of their feet and swept through the entire room.
"Damn it, I'm probably going to be hungry tonight."
Someone couldn't help but whisper, their voice trembling.
The girl brought by the blond-haired man squatted down and began to cry softly.
But no one paid attention to her at this moment, not even the bespectacled man who had been secretly watching her; he seemed distracted.
"It's all over, it's all over."
He muttered to himself.
"Brother, I remember you live nearby. Do you know the way around here? Do you have any ideas?"
A young man next to him handed the bespectacled man a cigarette and asked in a low voice.
"What can I do? This place looks like Hujia Village, but it's not quite. Besides, we're probably stuck in a maze. What good would it do if I knew the way?"
The bespectacled man smiled wryly.
"well."
A sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, and he secretly regretted coming to explore this dilapidated village.
But what's the use of regret?
A sense of despair began to spread through the ranks.
"Listen to me, everyone."
At this moment, the bald man suddenly spoke up.
The uncle was also in a state of confusion. He shouldn't have come to join in the fun tonight; he was just bored.
But now is not the time to complain.
The important thing is to solve the current problems.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the uncle took a deep breath and said, "No normal person can get out of a ghost wall."
"Wandering around aimlessly now is just a waste of our energy."
"So I suggest we find a corner to hide in for the night, and when dawn breaks, the ghost wall will naturally be dispelled."
"But what if a ghost comes out if we stay here?" someone said worriedly.
"If you keep going forward, will you not encounter ghosts? Since we've encountered a ghost wall, we've already entered a trap set by ghosts." Although the uncle was panicking, his expression became increasingly calm.
You have to be composed, even if you're just pretending.
In this situation, everyone is in a panic, and there's always the chance that a few more idiots like the blond guy will do something irrational.
Therefore, we must keep them calm and stable.
Although the others were scared, they also felt that what the uncle said might make sense.
The main problem is that they don't really have any other options.
So the group sat down in a patch of grass by the roadside, intending to spend the night there.
In the pitch-black night, apart from each person's breathing, there was no other sound.
The girl who had been crying quietly now shut her mouth and dared not make a sound.
Time passed, second by second.
...
The third floor of the hotel.
After killing the vengeful ghost, Jiang Qiao didn't linger. Instead, he kicked open the door next to him.
There was no coffin in the room, but it was a scene of utter devastation.
Furniture and appliances were scattered and overturned on the floor.
The walls, ceiling, and floor were covered in black bloodstains.
It seems that something terrible happened here.
Jiang Qiao searched the room carefully and finally found a dirty doll in a corner.
The doll is wearing a tattered dress, its limbs are broken off in the opposite direction, and it has various scratches on its body.
Jiang Qiao didn't sense any ghostly energy from it, but when he picked up the doll, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside again.
"Hey, this shabby inn keeps getting new problems, do I have to come and open it myself for every single one?"
Jiang Qiao threw the doll on the ground and returned to the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, a tall, bald man with a fierce look was walking towards them step by step.
The bald man was shirtless, with a beer belly, and his body was covered with knife scars and stitches.
It looks extremely fierce.
"Could it be that every room in this hotel corresponds to a murder case?"
Jiang Qiao guessed as he walked in the opposite direction toward the bald man.
"hey-hey."
The bald man grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth.
"I'll fuck your mother."
"Boom!"
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Pooh--"
Spitting, Jiang Qiao stepped on the ghost's bald head and lit a cigarette.
He originally thought that this vengeful ghost must be quite powerful.
After all, it has reached the second-order level.
Moreover, his body was covered in knife scars, clearly indicating that he had experienced the bloodshed and turmoil of society.
Who knew he'd fall down with just one punch!
This is insane.
At first, I thought this guy was going to play dead and ambush me like Voldemort.
After a few punches, he was turned into an alien species.
That's when I realized it was really a dish.
He shook his head.
Soon, the vengeful ghost transformed into wisps of ghostly energy, which Jiang Qiao absorbed into his body.
He sensed that the "Strange Tales Chef" was only one step away from the second tier!
Make persistent efforts!
Full of energy, Jiang Qiao kicked open another door.
He swaggered in.
The first thing that catches the eye is a huge wooden bed.
This bed is big enough to sleep five or six people, and you can even do the splits and roll around on it.
The bed was covered with a black cotton quilt embroidered with white double happiness characters, which clearly didn't belong to a respectable family.
In addition, a faint smell of blood permeated the entire room.
"Little darling, let me see where you are?"
Jiang Qiao first came to the bedside, his large hand covered with blue spots grabbed a corner of the quilt and suddenly lifted it off.
There was nothing there.
There was only one woman's undergarment under the blanket.
I picked it up and smelled it; it had a faint jasmine scent, not the source of the bloody smell.
However, the clothes were so thin and see-through that Jiang Qiao felt they were indecent.
So I took out a lighter and lit it.
Seeing the rising flames and the remaining ashes in his hand, he revealed a simple and honest smile.
Female ghost, don't even think about harming people!
After clapping his hands, Boss Jiang began rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the house.
Where did you hide?
His hand suddenly grabbed the bottom edge of the bed and pulled hard.
Clang
He lifted the entire bed up.
There was no bound corpse at the bottom of the bed as expected.
"It's not under the bed either."
After putting down the bed, Jiang Qiao started playing an escape room game.
Every now and then, there would be a loud "bang," as some cabinets couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed onto the floor.
"Could it be that the vengeful ghost isn't in the house?"
After searching everywhere without success, he couldn't help but frown.
Click
Suddenly, a slight noise caught his attention.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I was surprised to find that a small mirror had appeared by the door at some point.
"Huh?"
Jiang Qiao was somewhat surprised.
There was definitely no such thing at the entrance just now.
He walked over and picked it up, only to find that the front of the mirror was shattered into pieces, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
At first glance, it seems quite ordinary.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
When the mirror reflects onto the bed, the reflection changes.
On the large bed behind, a naked woman with fair skin and large breasts appeared.
At this moment, the woman was covering her face, seemingly crying.
Jiang Qiao looked back; there was nothing on the bed.
"Is it only a mirror that can reflect this?"
He swung the mirror around the room, but no other images appeared on the cracked surface.
Only when the light hits the bed will a different view appear on it.
She took the mirror and went to the bedside.
"Miss, are you crying so hard because you lost your household registration booklet?"
Jiang Qiao asked with a smile.
The woman sitting on the bed seemed to hear his voice and actually raised her head.
Jiang Qiao was startled when he looked up!
Holy crap!
The woman's face was covered with crisscrossing scars, which looked like they had been cut with a knife.
Some of these wounds have healed, while others are still bleeding.
"Waaaaah, my husband is ignoring me."
In a daze, Jiang Qiao heard a woman's voice in his ear.
He subconsciously reached out and touched the spot where the woman was, but couldn't feel anything.
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Even in the mirror, there was no reflection of his hands.
"That's interesting."
Seeing this, Jiang Qiao was slightly taken aback and revealed a thoughtful expression.
"Miss, why is he ignoring you?"
"He said I was cheating on him, waaaaah—"
The woman's cries grew clearer, and Jiang Qiao sensed an eerie aura emanating from the mirror, enveloping him.
He begins to develop a connection with the female ghost in the mirror.
"So, did you cheat on me or not?" he asked again, his expression remaining impassive.
"I stole it."
The female ghost suddenly calmed down, and a strange smile appeared on her hideous face.
"The person I stole from, wasn't it you?"
The next moment, Jiang Qiao felt a slight dizziness, but it quickly disappeared.
In the mirror, a hand reached out, trying to pull him inside.
Unfortunately, it couldn't be pulled at all.
The female ghost looked slightly taken aback.
"Miss, I can't control myself."
The next moment, Jiang Qiao grabbed that hand, and a flash of lightning sent the current flowing from that hand into the mirror.
The female ghost didn't even have time to scream.
With a bewildered expression, he turned to ashes.
The mirror, which was already shattered, cracked into a pile of fragments with a "crack".
"This female ghost is indeed quite interesting."
Jiang Qiao nodded.
She wasn't in reality, but in a mirror world.
This reminded Jiang Qiao of some ghost stories he had read before.
Some unlucky people were playing games with their reflections in a mirror when the reflections came to life and moved with them.
From then on, the shadow took the place of the unlucky guy in reality.
The unfortunate fellow himself was trapped inside the mirror, never to escape.
This female ghost probably possesses similar abilities.
Jiang Qiao once again experienced the wide variety of vengeful ghosts.
Behind every vengeful ghost mentioned in the simulator lies the lament of countless human souls who perished.
"Why."
He sighed.
"Strength, I must have absolute strength in order to survive in this supernatural apocalypse."
Then, following the same method, Jiang Qiao violently kicked open all the doors.
Unfortunately, no further traces of the vengeful ghost were found in the remaining rooms.
Even though he set the house on fire, he didn't find anything suspicious.
I walked down the stairs with some regret.
First floor lobby.
The old lady at the hotel reception has disappeared; I wonder if she's off work.
Jiang Qiao rummaged through the counter and found some colorful banknotes that looked like ghost money, but were also somewhat different from it.
Because the denominations on it are: one year, two years, five years, and ten years.
Goodness.
Jiang Qiao immediately understood.
The hotel room rate is equivalent to a human lifespan!
When we booked the room, the old lady said the room would cost ten yuan a night.
It probably refers to ten years!
Damn it, this is a shady business!
This hotel is so run-down, yet it charges such high prices!
A fine is necessary!
Jiang Qiao, grumbling and cursing, casually stuffed the money into his pocket.
In addition, he also took down the oil lamp that was hanging on the wall.
However, this thing isn't very useful; it's just for lighting.
Let it be an extra ingredient in ghost money.
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Let it be an extra ingredient in ghost money.
Carrying an oil lamp, he swaggered out of the inn.
It was pitch black outside, and a thin fog had rolled in, so you couldn't see anything.
However, this thin mist was immediately dispelled when it came into contact with the light of the oil lamp.
Jiang Qiao smiled.
It's pretty good, even though I don't need it since I have double pupils.
He continued along the path, intending to wander around and see if there were any other vengeful ghosts.
As Jiang Qiao walked, he suddenly stopped.
He heard a strange sound coming from afar.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound was rhythmic, like the sound of a clapper being struck.
A night watchman?
Jiang Qiao looked curious and walked towards the direction of the sound.
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Three o'clock in the morning.
The village was deathly silent.
The viewers had long lost the high spirits they had when they arrived.
After several frights, they were exhausted and scared, huddled in the gap between the walls of the two houses, praying for dawn to come soon.
"Um?"
Just when everyone was drowsy but dared not sleep.
Zhang Ming, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shuddered, quickly rolled over and got up, and pricked up his ears as if he had heard something.
What's wrong?
"What's going on?"
What did you find?
The others, who were still in a daze, immediately woke up when they saw Zhang Ming's actions and kept asking questions in low voices.
His tone was tense and fearful.
"Shh," Zhang Ming put his finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Immediately, everyone shut their mouths, but their eyes remained fixed on him.
"Listen!" Zhang Ming whispered, pointing quietly in the direction leading to the red brick house.
"There seems to be some movement."
It was pitch black outside, and you couldn't see anything.
The dim light from the few streetlights could not penetrate the smog and darkness.
Following Zhang Ming's prompting, everyone held their breath and listened carefully.
Soon, they also heard a strange noise.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The sound sounds like someone is striking the night watchman's horn!
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
In this eerie village, even the most idiotic person could guess that this couldn't possibly have been done by a living person.
Besides, what era are we living in? How could the profession of night watchman still exist?
So the answer is obvious.
This is... a ghost striking the night watch!
Upon realizing this answer, everyone's faces showed fear and unease.
Could it be that a ghost has come knocking on our door?
The only girl was so frightened that she trembled violently and couldn't help but cry softly again.
Tears streamed down her face, making her look like a painted face on a theatrical stage.
Don't cry!
Are you looking for death?
The bald man's expression changed upon hearing the crying.
He muttered a curse under his breath and covered her mouth to prevent her from making a sound.
At such times, any inappropriate behavior could lead to utter ruin.
The others also looked grim, their hearts pounding as if they were about to jump out of their throats.
If they weren't afraid of attracting trouble and evil spirits, they would have thrown the girl out.
At this moment, the anchor Zhang Ming squatted on the ground. He didn't dare to look directly at the situation outside, but instead quietly turned on his phone and exposed the camera.
His position was on the outermost edge of the crevice, less than a meter from the exit. Once the vengeful ghost targeted them, he would likely be the first to suffer!
Of course, if he needed to escape, he would be the first to run out of the narrow passage.
The sound of the night watchman's drum outside grew closer and closer.
Each strike of the clapper seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.
Everyone was filled with fear, not daring to make the slightest move, and even deliberately slowing down their breathing.
It's past midnight—
"Go to bed early and get up early, take care of your health!"
A sinister voice drifted down the street.
The sound wasn't loud, but it lingered in everyone's ears like a maggot clinging to a bone, sending chills down their spines and making them shudder.
Zhang Ming kept a close eye on the screen on his phone.
Soon, he saw a faint green light from an oil lamp appear at the end of the street.
"Tap tap—"
"Tap tap tap—"
Then, heavy footsteps sounded.
Through the mist, a thin, hunched figure slowly emerged.
The figure was dressed in tattered cloth clothes, wore a melon-shaped hat, and had a palm-leaf fan tucked into his waistband.
But what terrified Zhang Ming the most was that a small hand, resembling a chicken claw, had grown on the person's stomach.
This little hand is wobbling, carrying a lantern.
"My goodness!"
He felt a chill run from his feet to his head.
"state!"
"state!"
"state!"
The night watchman walked with a limp, and soon arrived at the gap where everyone was hiding.
"Nothing was found..."
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"Nothing was found..."
"Nothing was found..."
Everyone was praying that the vengeful ghost was just passing by and hadn't noticed them.
However, things did not go as planned.
The night watchman paused, stopping just outside the crack.
Hehehehe.
A sinister chuckle rang out.
The crowd laughed so hard they trembled like leaves.
The vengeful ghost stared at the group of pitiful creatures who had strayed into the ghost realm through the crack, revealing a malicious smile.
Suddenly, it struck the clapper.
"It's time to hit the road."
The sound was eerie and shrill, like someone scratching at a blackboard with their fingernails.
It gives you goosebumps all over.
As the clapper sounded, the girl who had been crying suddenly froze.
She felt as if her consciousness was covered by a thin film, and she began to feel confused.
Her body involuntarily stood up, and amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, she tiptoed and walked step by step towards the outside.
Hehehe.
With a sinister laugh, the ghost glanced at the girl, seemingly quite satisfied.
So it struck the clapper again.
"state!"
Upon hearing the sound, the girl's body trembled slightly, her skin quickly turned grayish-white, and she lost vital signs.
A faint, putrid odor began to emanate from her.
It's as if he's been dead for over ten days.
This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone watching through the gaps.
After taking a life, the lantern in the vengeful ghost's hand seemed to shine even brighter.
Its gray-white eyes, devoid of pupils, constantly scanned the crowd.
Everyone froze, not daring to make any move, not even blinking.
Hehehehe.
Laughter rang out again, as sinister and terrifying as the hooting of an owl.
It seemed to have discovered something amusing; a hint of excitement and mockery appeared on its wrinkled face.
"It's time to hit the road."
It addressed the crowd and struck the watchman's clapper once more.
Instantly, two more people in the group froze, tiptoed, and involuntarily stepped out of the gap.
Moreover, the two began to rot as they walked, and by the time they reached the door, only a pile of bones remained.
vomit--
Many couldn't help but vomit.
Fear and nausea combined to make their stomachs churn.
Under immense pressure, several people in the team suddenly screamed hysterically.
A look of madness flashed in their eyes, and they rushed straight out of the gap.
"You son of a bitch, I'll fight you to the death!"
However.
"state!"
"state!"
"state!"
"state!"
The watchmen calmly and unhurriedly sounded the drumbeats all around.
The men who rushed out immediately froze, collapsed to the ground, and died.
Hehehehe.
The sinister laughter carried a hint of mockery.
A bunch of tiny insects, trying to fight back?
Seeing this, the bald man slowly closed his eyes and gave a bitter smile.
He has achieved some success in his career and enjoys a happy and fulfilling family life.
My wife just gave birth to our second child, a daughter.
Everything was so beautiful.
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Everything was so beautiful.
What was I thinking tonight? Why did I have to join this damn party with a bunch of young people?
Despair was also evident on the faces of the others.
Seeing everyone's expressions.
The night watchman was very satisfied.
Its favorite thing to do is to grab a group of humans and then beat them to death one by one, watching their desperate expressions as they wait to die.
That's really interesting.
A wicked smile crept across the night watchman's face:
"It's past midnight, it's getting late, time to get going."
As he spoke, he prepared to strike the night watchman's clapper again.
But just then...
A lazy voice came from one side of the street:
"Are you in such a hurry to get going because you're stuck in the crematorium and need to be flipped over?"
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If in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
Suddenly, a discordant voice broke the atmosphere.
What would your reaction be?
At that moment, everyone saw a man wearing slippers, floral shorts, a white vest, and a large gold chain swaggering over from the other end of the street.
"The streamer?"
Several long-time fans who hadn't lost interest in the live stream immediately recognized Jiang Qiao.
It wasn't because they knew what the river bridge looked like.
The paper fruit phone comes with an eighteen-level hellish beauty filter; not to mention them, even Jiang Qiao's own mother wouldn't recognize him.
However, the audio in the live stream was not modified.
Authentic and original!
Jiang Qiao also loves to brag and chat.
So several longtime fans who grew up watching his live streams immediately recognized him.
"I never expected him to be so handsome!"
Even in the face of death, the streamer named Zhang Ming subconsciously compared their appearances and instantly felt inferior.
After all, not everyone can have a face like Daniel Wu's. Besides the main character, the only other option is probably the readers.
Jiangqiao's unexpected appearance.
This gave these viewers, who were already in despair, a feeling akin to someone suffering a stroke suddenly being taken to an ambulance.
A sliver of hope for being rescued arose in my heart.
They recalled the scenes of Jiang Qiao bullying ghosts during his previous live streams.
I was initially skeptical, thinking it was just for the sake of the show.
Seeing the streamer strolling leisurely through the ghost village, I realized that there are always people more capable than you, and that there are actually experts in the live stream!
Of course, the above psychological activities are purely the crazy imaginations of a group of dying people who have grasped at a straw.
Jiang Qiao walked closer and glanced at the several corpses on the ground.
This is the supernatural.
This is a vengeful ghost.
Ordinary people are as fragile as a straw in the face of them.
They had the power of life and death over them, and were utterly powerless to resist.
It's true that everyone is equal before a vengeful ghost.
He sighed.
Although he felt a little emotional, he knew that such scenes would repeat themselves frequently in the next few days, and he had to get used to it.
He turned his gaze away and looked at the ugly old man opposite him.
Who are you?
The vengeful ghost sensed some danger emanating from Jiang Qiao.
His previously malicious expression vanished, replaced by a numb and ashen one.
Upon hearing its words, Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"I am the father you can never have."
"Boom!"
A loud explosion.
Let's get back to our three-pronged approach!
With a swift step forward, his right fist, imbued with an incomparably powerful and domineering lightning, slammed out!
He held nothing back, because he sensed a threat emanating from this vengeful ghost!
The night watchman was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Jiang Qiao to resort to violence without warning.
That moment of hesitation was instantly met with a punch!
With a loud bang, lightning burst forth from its body, and its body rapidly expanded. Thick, strange red lines bulged under its skin and exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Bang!"
The night watchman was blown to bits!
In the blink of an eye, the vengeful ghost was vanquished.
This scene left the surviving viewers dumbfounded.
The ferocious ghost that was just a moment ago... is gone?
However, Jiang Qiao's face did not show any joy; instead, it was filled with vigilance.
Although he attacked first, he sensed that the night watchman was not truly dead!
really.
Sizzle—!
A tearing sound rang out, and the night watchman suddenly appeared behind Jiang Qiao, howling wildly:
"I never knew you could use lightning magic!"
"You ruined one of my substitutes."
"You cannot be allowed to live!"
The ghost suddenly struck the clapper in its hand.
"state!"
"Bang! Bang!"
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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Each sound was like the Grim Reaper demanding a life.
Under his double pupils, Jiang Qiao saw red threads rapidly swimming towards him.
"A trivial skill!"
Jiang Qiao roared, showing no fear whatsoever!
His fists crackled with electricity, leaving afterimages and a sonic boom. Even the surrounding air rippled under the immense electric current.
The curse of the Gengbang, which could easily reap the lives of others, was intercepted by Jiang Qiao with a single punch each!
It's impossible to get close.
Not only that, he faced the curse head-on, closing the distance between himself and the vengeful ghost.
A punch right to the head!
The lightning struck the opponent once again.
The night watchman got smashed again!
However, the next moment, this eerie ghost reappeared a few meters away, its face showing a look of horror.
"How is that possible?"
"A curse, an intangible substance, can actually be blocked by the physical body?"
"Even thunder magic shouldn't..."
As the vengeful ghost retreated rapidly, shocked that Jiang Qiao could withstand the curse with his bare body, Jiang Qiao gave him no chance to catch his breath.
They moved closer again, closing the distance!
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle"
Black electricity surged, and a violent aura rapidly rose and condensed on Jiang Qiao's body!
The night watchman, who had been looking at someone with a strange expression and holding something in his hand, suddenly sensed danger, stopped what he was doing, and quickly retreated to create some distance!
In a life-or-death struggle, the outcome can be decided in the blink of an eye!
Upon seeing the vengeful ghost retreat, a cold smile flashed in Jiang Qiao's eyes.
He had just sensed a very strong threat.
This guy is probably preparing a big move.
However, once it retreated, it never had another chance!
"Lei Lai!"
With a loud shout, Jiang Qiao stopped his pursuit and unleashed a massive bolt of lightning from his hand!
Lightning Strike Fist is not a close-combat technique!
The scene in the movie where Shi Jian, the senior disciple of Maoshan, stands outside the house and throws punches from a distance, overwhelming Uncle Nine and the others, is still vivid in my mind.
boom--
A violent clap of thunder boomed, and the entire street seemed to tremble in response.
The electric current struck the retreating night watchman instantly!
It stopped, its face frozen on that eerie smile.
The next moment, the body began to disintegrate.
First it broke into pieces, then the pieces turned into dust, and finally, the dust transformed into a dense ghostly aura that exploded outwards.
Although a large portion of it was purified by the lightning, the ghostly energy was still considerable.
"This thing is pretty powerful."
This is the first time it has taken so long to fight a ghost in real life.
"But it's okay, I'm even better!"
After happily absorbing the ghostly energy released by the night watchman, Jiang Qiao felt the "Frankenstein's monster" within him rise rapidly, breaking through the bottleneck and reaching the second stage!
Not only that, the "Strange Tales Chef" who was just one step away from success also made a breakthrough and advanced to the second level!
"This trip was worthwhile."
Jiang Qiao pondered that there were still three days left, and he had a full chance to raise all his talents to the second tier.
When the game officially recovers, with several second-tier support skills, upgrading offensive talents to the third tier will be incredibly easy!
...
He witnessed the entire process of Jiang Qiao killing the vengeful ghost.
The bald man and the others stood there dumbfounded.
Words like "awesome" and "holy crap" kept flashing through my mind.
Zhang Ming felt that since he had graduated from a prestigious university, he should at least find some different kind of praise.
After thinking it over and over, the phrase "Very awesome" came to mind.
Seeing the stunned viewers, Jiang Qiao calmly asked:
"Have you discovered any other vengeful ghosts in the village?"
Zhang Ming, who is always eloquent, quickly told Jiang Qiao about his experiences along the way.
Jiang Qiao nodded after hearing this.
"Don't go looking for trouble next time. You just happened to run into me this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."
He picked up the lantern from the ground and looked at it, finding that it was just like an oil lamp and had no use other than for lighting, so he handed it to them.
"If you carry a lantern and follow the path to the end, you can leave the village."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to deal with them.
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Shock!
The Taoist master descends the mountain, transforms into a live streamer, and explores a haunted village at night.
Controlling lightning, slaying vengeful spirits with a flick of the wrist!
The news of Jiang Qiao electrocuting the ghost, along with Zhang Ming's video and news of the deaths of several netizens, immediately topped the trending searches on major platforms and began to spread globally.
Whether online or in real life, people are discussing it everywhere.
Especially recently, there has been a surge in paranormal events, with more and more unlucky people encountering ghosts.
They constantly share their personal experiences online.
Over time, many people who were initially skeptical began to change their minds.
"Do ghosts really exist in this world?"
"Let me tell you, not only do ghosts exist, but ghosts can also kill people!"
"What makes you so sure? Maybe the information online is exaggerated?"
"Because I am a ghost!"
...
Island nation.
A short man is roaring, spitting as he speaks.
"Baka! I don't care what methods you use, you must find this streamer and bring him back to his country!"
"With paranormal events becoming more and more frequent, the power he wields is extremely important to us!"
Hi!
...
Ugly Country.
A dark room, a round table meeting.
"Oh my God! Look at this video! Hell, this is unbelievable!"
"Listen, my buddies. There's that stuff everywhere, it's worse than Uncle Benjamin's old tires next door. For God's sake, we have to get moving!"
"Find this guy immediately! Right now!"
...
The capital city.
Courtyard house, meeting room.
On the big screen, various video clips of Jiangqiao had just finished playing.
"All signs indicate that a massive supernatural disaster is brewing."
The old man sitting in the main seat had a serious look in his eyes, with a sharp look between his brows.
The large number of reports submitted recently made him keenly aware that paranormal events were not isolated cases, but rather were breaking out in batches and gradually expanding.
And the speed is getting faster and faster!
However, the research institute's progress has clearly fallen behind.
"Don't suppress the news; let everyone start getting used to the existence of the vengeful ghost from now on."
"We must make all necessary preparations, both materially and psychologically."
"In addition, we must unite all forces that can be united."
...
at the same time.
Inside the villa.
After frying eight eggs for himself, Jiang Qiao hugged the black cat and began to wait for today's simulation to begin.
He wandered around the ghost village all night last night.
The red brick house mentioned by the netizens was found, but no evil spirit was caught inside.
There was nothing there except for fresh bloodstains all over the ground.
However, the forest path behind the brick house gave Jiang Qiao an extremely dangerous feeling!
So he quickly left that place.
Later, by checking the water meters, they caught several ordinary ghosts.
The night passed just like that.
When the first rays of sunlight appeared in the morning, the entire village returned to normal.
Those dilapidated houses, so full of the marks of time, burst one by one like bubbles.
The red brick houses are gone, and the path that led nowhere has also disappeared.
Villagers gradually came out of their homes, and the village was bustling with activity once again.
Most of them were unaware of the horrific events that had occurred outside the house the previous night.
Perhaps someone heard the noise, but could only pretend not to know.
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Jiang Qiao later speculated that the Hu Family Village that night must have overlapped with some kind of supernatural space.
The strange noises the villagers had heard outside were simply sounds from another world.
There's nothing strange about it.
Right?
...
[Today's eerie simulation begins!]
[Only three days left until the paranormal resurgence!]
[Enable the eerie simulation?]
"yes!"
Jiang Qiao affirmed.
[The eerie simulation has begun:]
[Currently available talents for fusion: Qilin Arm, Output Relies on Roar, White Bone Fire, Despicable Outsider...]
[Kirin Arm (S): You've only been single for fifty years, yet with the teacher's help, you've successfully cultivated Kirin Arms. Where else can you find such an advantage?]
[Output relies on shouting (A): Output relies on shouting, positioning relies on trembling, you're ugly, and your b is useless... Is there any possibility that this is describing you?]
[White Bone Fire (S): Have you ever touched a flame that chills you to the bone? A single spark can burn through your soul.]
[The despicable outsider (A): Great, I can be a despicable outsider again.]
Of these four talents, three are offensive.
Moreover, two of them reached the S-level.
However, the idea of having a "unicorn arm" feels a bit too cruel to myself.
Jiang Qiao ultimately chose to become a ghost fire boy.
He likes to play with fire.
[Talent selection complete—]
[Fixed Talents: "Lightning Fist" (S), "Invincible Body" (A), "Double Pupils" (SSR), "Frankenstein's Monster" (SSR), "Dice of Fate" (SSR), "Strange Chef" (S), "Stalker" (S), "Everyone Gets a Share" (SSR), "Possession" (SSR)]
[Current Talent: "White Bone Fire" (S), ... (omitted)]
[Currently available talents: ... (omitted)]
[The eerie simulation begins—]
Day One. The supernatural resurges, terror descends.
You leave the villa with the cat, and you fleece any vengeful ghosts who have killed people.
As the saying goes, many hands make light work; with their help, you successfully elevated "everyone who sees it gets a share" to the second stage.
You captured a vengeful ghost with nine heads.
That evening, you planned to have some roasted pig brains, but after opening the ghost's brain, you were greatly disappointed.
No wonder it has so many heads, it's because there aren't enough!
The next day, you discover that burning the vengeful ghost with white bones allows it to revert to its ghostly aura more quickly.
So, along the way you became a torchbearer, igniting every vengeful ghost you encountered.
You hope they can illuminate the world and keep it bright.
Upon arriving at the hospital, you stand alone outside the basement, guarding the female ghost so she can cultivate in peace.
And she only needs to pay you a negligible third of your cultivation results.
You think no one is more conscientious than you.
[Day 3. With the help of the female ghost, your "Stalker" and "Dice of Fate" have successfully broken through to the second stage.]
You are very grateful to the female ghost and decide to help her let go of her obsession and find the light.
So you set her on fire.
Your "double pupils" have been upgraded to the second stage.
That evening, you started a bonfire party.
You tied a large group of vengeful spirits together and then set them on fire.
The fire lasted for an hour. You chatted with several female ghosts, and even danced and played cards around the fire.
That evening, your Lightning Strike Fist was upgraded to the third tier.
Day 4. You encounter three faceless ghosts on the road.
You are shocked to discover that they are discussing the following issue:
"My sister told me that she was killed by our mother. But my mother said that I don't have a sister."
Who is lying?
You have a vague feeling that there seems to be something hidden in this story.
So you activate stealth and begin tracking these three strangely behaving faceless ghosts.
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Jiang Qiao stopped picking up a fried egg when he saw this.
"Faceless ghosts can get together?"
"They can even chat with each other?"
Jiang Qiao clearly remembered that in previous simulations, these guys never did anything except look for faces.
But now...
After thinking for a moment, he vaguely suspected that the butterfly effect was caused by his killing of vengeful ghosts in reality over the past two days.
Any vengeful ghost that appears before the supernatural revival will not have a bad future.
Although he's someone you could easily defeat with a single punch, in a certain area he might be a tyrant among demons.
It is entirely possible that killing them would cause some unknown changes.
On the fifth day, you noticed several more faceless ghosts approaching.
You followed them all the way to the North District and eventually entered an office building.
In the underground parking lot of the office building, there is a large, rusty iron gate.
The faceless ghosts disappeared after entering the iron gate.
To be on the safe side, you didn't rush in to check, but you set a fire at the entrance and hid in a corner.
Soon, you see many vengeful ghosts come out to check the situation.
One of the mother and daughter pairs caught your attention.
You discover that they are actually a strange tale of rules!
Remember this place—Jinsheng Building!
On the sixth day, you found Shen Yingning and killed several vengeful ghosts for her.
She was overjoyed to see you after the resurgence of paranormal activity.
You suddenly think that maybe you could start an organization so you don't have to do everything yourself.
The ghost baby is good, but it has no intelligence and cannot accomplish many things except for fighting.
However, you believe that the core members of this organization must be trustworthy.
You named the organization "Warhammer," and Shen Yingning became its first member.
[On the seventh day, you arrived at the Bincheng refugee camp and donated some potions made from vengeful spirits to the military. These potions can temporarily grant the user the power of vengeful spirits in critical situations.]
Because of the exposure before the paranormal revival, you have a large number of fans.
They shouted enthusiastically that the Celestial Master had arrived!
The military invited you to join them, but you declined, though you indicated you were open to cooperation.
You accompanied the military to the war depot, slayed the vengeful spirit in human skin, and donated the resulting human skin pouches to the refugee camp.
[Day 8. After many days of training, your talents, except for the double pupils, have all reached the third tier level. You went to the wilderness, harvested all the fruits of the White Bone Tree in the wasteland, and killed the evolved animal team that happened to come by.]
You set a fire, and all the bone trees burst into flames, eventually turning into wisps of ghostly energy that you absorbed into your body.
Your Lightning Strike Fist has broken through to the fourth level.
[Day 9. On the highway heading towards Ancheng, you found many animals with ghostly auras. You killed them and simmered them for 24 hours with white bone fire to make a rich broth.]
You drank the broth and successfully raised "White Bone Fire" to the fourth level.
[Day 10. You arrived at Boundary Bridge Town and took the little monk with you; he became the second member of "Warhammer."]
Day 11. You return to the Bincheng refugee camp and find many awakened individuals there. Through observation, you selectively persuade some of them.
Because of your celebrity status, you didn't have to put in much effort to successfully win over many awakened individuals, including Grandpa Qin.
Many awakened individuals even feel frustrated because they cannot join your team.
Among the newly joined Awakened in "Warhammer," Qin Da Ye's wealth and the Taoist priest of Xuan Yang Temple's talismanic abilities are the most appealing to you.
[Day 12. You lead the Warhammers back into Bincheng. You kill the head lanterns in the eastern suburbs and skin the paper figures you encounter on the road.]
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The White Bone Fire is the bane of the Paper Doll; once they come into contact with it, they are almost powerless to resist and will turn to ashes.
Your formidable strength has earned you the adoration of the Warhammer members.
Jiang Qiao looked at the text on the screen and was quite pleased.
I never imagined that setting up an organization could be so easy.
It seems that his live streams and exposure have had a significant impact on his future.
In fact, he had briefly formed a team once in a previous simulation. But that team was very disorganized and didn't even have a clear plan.
Calling it an organization is an understatement; it's more like a mob banding together for warmth.
Moreover, they banded together and sought solace at Jiangqiao Bridge.
But this time it's different. These members were all carefully selected, and they are all talented and capable.
You can't tell a person's character right away; it takes time to verify.
But so far, they have performed well.
In fact, if it weren't for careful selection, Jiang Qiao felt that with his strength and prestige, he might have been able to simply empty the refugee camp of all the awakened ones.
He just didn't want to do it.
Because it's meaningless.
In a post-apocalyptic survival organization, at least in the early stages, the number of members must be of high quality, not large.
Because the initial members form the skeleton of an organization, and if the skeleton is full of rotten fish and shrimp, it will inevitably collapse in the end.
Once the organizational structure is in place and everything is running smoothly.
We should consider relaxing some restrictions and recruiting some useful ordinary members or temporary workers according to different standards.
Jiangqiao is currently exploring routes using simulators.
To this day, he has not made up his mind to establish an organization.
This simulation was a very good intelligence probe.
Day Thirteen. You lead the Warhammer crew in converting several off-road RVs into a mobile base.
You believe that with so few people currently in the organization, establishing a fixed base is pointless, especially given the existence of a terrifying figure like the girl with braids near Bincheng.
A mobile base is a suitable temporary solution, allowing for easy relocation and guerrilla warfare.
Day Fourteen. Warhammer's fame grows, and you craft a giant hammer from bones to use as your weapon.
Each strike was accompanied by the wailing of a vengeful ghost.
Every hammer blow is a symphony of electricity and fire.
Every day, awakened individuals come seeking to join your team.
However, you only accept truly elite individuals, politely declining most people.
Under your leadership, the organization's members have continuously improved their strength, becoming the only well-organized civilian organization near Bincheng.
[...]
Day 16. You receive a message from your team members that a group of paper figures has left from the eastern suburbs.
This group not only includes paper figures and paper animals, but also a coffin.
You immediately take your team to investigate.
You can see that this procession is enormous, containing not only paper figures in colorful robes, but also a large number of paper dogs, paper cows, paper sheep, paper horses, paper tigers, and other animals.
Not only that, but among them was a pitch-black coffin being carried!
Looking at the coffin, you vaguely sense that its strength is inferior to yours. Given that your Lightning Bolt Fist and Bone Fire are natural counters to paper dolls, you think you can pull off a heist.
But you feel that you can't just rely on "Warhammer" to do it.
So you followed the paper figures and contacted the refugee camp via satellite phone, hoping the military would send combat personnel to help deal with them.
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Invite the military to participate in the crackdown on the paper figures?"
Jiang Qiao hesitated for a moment.
"Indeed, the paper dolls are not only my enemies, but also the enemies of other humans."
"Therefore, inviting the military to participate is entirely feasible."
Although we might be able to defeat these paper figures with just the "warhammer," we can get help from outside, so why not?
Dealing with vengeful ghosts isn't just Jiang Qiao's responsibility.
The Awakened Ones in the refuge camp aren't particularly strong, but they are numerous. Forming small groups and coordinating their attacks would be enough to keep the paper figures occupied.
This can prevent many unnecessary casualties.
You spoke with Zhang Guoliang, the military official in charge.
He also considered the paper figures a significant security threat, so he decided to immediately dispatch a combat team to provide support.
[Day 17. Early morning. The paper figure entered the mountains and forests outside the eastern suburbs and stopped in front of a small lake.]
And you have gathered all the members of "Warhammer", a total of twenty-five people.
They are all elites you have carefully selected.
We've fought and grown alongside you during this time, and now half of our members have reached the second-tier level.
After a short wait, the military's combat unit arrived.
Zhang Guoliang spared no expense, dispatching more than fifty Awakened Ones and bringing with them some newly modified special weapons.
These special weapons, all powered by your technology, possess formidable lethality against vengeful spirits.
As night falls, you discover a large fish suddenly emerging from the lake.
A sheet of paper filled with writing emerged from the fish's mouth.
A paper figure stepped forward, picked it up, and put it into the coffin.
After the coffin was slightly opened, you saw a withered arm sticking out from inside.
The paper figures began their journey home.
When they move away from the small lake and into a narrow area, you think the time is right!
You have ordered the attack!
A deafening roar erupted, and the area where the paper figure was located was instantly engulfed in artillery fire.
You see those paper figures that weren't strong enough were blasted into dust!
kill!
You led the charge, heading straight for the coffin, your hammer slamming down along the way, sending up bursts of flames and lightning.
You smashed piles and piles of paper figures into ashes.
You approached the coffin very easily.
The paper figures were already in chaos after being hit by artillery fire, and now they were torn apart by the squads of awakened individuals, and were immediately subjected to a gang beating.
In front of the coffin, you raise your hand and smash it open with a hammer.
A strange paper figure was revealed inside.
The paper figure looks like an old man, wearing a black mandarin jacket and with heavy blush on his cheeks.
Although it is a paper figure, it has the hand of a living person!
When he saw you, he showed an angry expression.
That expression... it seems familiar.
Paper man!
However, a real paper doll doesn't have a paper face. So you see, only this hand is from the paper doll!
It couldn't fight you and was quickly burned to ashes.
The campaign to eliminate the paper figures went very smoothly.
Nearly eighty awakened individuals fought against more than one hundred paper figures, and in the end only ten died and more than twenty were injured.
It can be described as a glorious victory!
Your heroic feat of cutting through the enemy lines and taking down the boss won over everyone present.
After absorbing that hand, your "Lightning Thunder Fist" actually broke through to the fifth level!
...
Upon seeing this, Jiang Qiao smiled.
This is a classic example of being prepared to fight an unprepared enemy, having a plan to fight an unplanned enemy, and being mentally prepared to deal with an unsuspecting enemy.
The paper figures may appear numerous and powerful, but they are ultimately just vengeful ghosts. Their ability to adapt to changing circumstances and cooperate with each other is certainly inferior to that of specially trained humans.
Of all the vengeful ghosts Jiang Qiao has seen so far, the only one that has demonstrated tactical coordination is the ghost infant.
But that wasn't because the ghost babies were smart; rather, the pregnant female ghost was special and could manipulate each of her ghost sons!
That's really weird.
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To be fair, if the pregnant female ghost were to grow up, she would definitely be a powerful figure.
Unfortunately, he discovered his hiding place early on and could only become cannon fodder.
[Day 18. You hold the paper filled with writing, your brow furrowed.]
Because you... can't understand it at all.
The text above looks like some kind of special symbol you've never seen before.
After careful consideration, you copied about one-third of the symbols and handed them to Zhang Guoliang.
There are many experts in the rear safe zone, and you hope to use their expertise to decipher this information.
Zhang Guoliang responded positively to your request for help. He immediately sent a written message via satellite communication directly to his headquarters in Beijing.
[...]
[On the twenty-third day, Zhang Guoliang sent someone to deliver a research report from Beijing.]
Those symbols are a type of script called "Moryu".
It was popular in a certain secret folk religion hundreds of years ago.
The text you submitted essentially requests someone to attend a meeting at Jackdaw Ferry.
Because you only provided one-third of the information, it cannot be fully deciphered.
So you handed over the remaining text to the expert group in the capital.
[Day 24. After a few days of rest, you lead the "Warhammer" team away from Bin City, seeking an opportunity to improve your strength.]
That night, you rested in an abandoned village near the highway.
[...]
[On the twenty-eighth day, you arrive at Hualong Mountain. You accidentally discover a mass grave in the mountain, where a red flower grows on the head of a corpse inside one of the coffins.]
You discover that this flower contains a high concentration of ghostly energy, and in substantial quantities.
Your swallowing of the flower directly caused your "double pupils" to undergo a mutation, propelling you towards the third tier.
[Day 29. In the early morning, you are suddenly awakened from your sleep. You sense that some danger is approaching.]
Just then, the perimeter guards rushed over and told you that a large number of animals had appeared around you.
You go outside to check and find that you and your teammates are surrounded.
These animals included ants the size of rats, bees the size of fists, and earthworms several meters long, and all of them exuded an eerie aura.
Mutant insects!
You never expected to encounter something like this near Hualong Mountain!
It was too late to escape at that point.
You can only lead your team and fight with all your might!
You are covered in flames, and they dare not come near you.
And every time you wave your hand, you can set off a swarm of insects.
But their numbers were simply too great, they were everywhere, and they could not be eradicated.
Warhammer suffered a third of its casualties before finally fighting its way out!
[Day 30. You stopped to rest. However, the mutated insects soon reappeared!]
These insects are very vengeful; if you kill them, they will fight you to the death!
Because you discovered it early, you led your team to a successful escape before they were surrounded.
[...]
[Day Thirty-Three. After three whole days, you finally escaped the pursuit of the mutated insects, but you also lost your way and seem to have arrived at the deepest part of Hualong Mountain.]
Everywhere here are withered trees, devoid of any sign of life.
You feel a little uneasy, but the team members' bodies have reached their limits.
So, you decided to keep watch yourself that night.
[Day 34. At dawn, you see a seven-colored light rising from not far away.]
A large amount of ghostly energy suddenly seeped into your body through the "see-it-all" principle.
Your double pupils instantly reached the third stage without any obstruction.
Your Lightning Strike Fist has broken through to the sixth stage!
All your other talents have reached the fifth tier!
You see a pair of eyes appear within the seven-colored light.
You are dead.
...
[This eerie simulation has ended.]
[Host survives for 34 days; cooldown time 64 minutes.]
[Congratulations, host! You have acquired the talent "White Bone Fire" (S). It will be automatically used in the next simulation.]
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Damn it!"
Jiang Qiao muttered a curse under his breath.
Then I opened the map app on my phone and searched for Hualong Mountain.
They were relieved to find that it was a full 600 kilometers away from Bincheng.
This wretched place actually hides such a perverted thing.
The mere exudation of his aura elevated his talent to a whole new level!
The "Lightning Thunder Fist" even reached the sixth level for the first time in history!
It's terrifying to even think about!
No wonder I was killed the moment it glanced at me.
Besides Hualong Mountain.
The Jinsheng Building in the North District is also suspicious.
So many ghosts gathered inside the iron gate beneath the parking lot, plotting some wicked scheme.
Based on current observations, the mother and daughter from the ghost story should be the protagonists in the No-Face ghost story.
"My sister told me that she was killed by my mother. But my mother says that I don't have a sister. Who is lying?"
This story reminded Jiang Qiao of the child from Beicheng No. 3 Primary School he had met during a previous simulation.
He once said, "Why don't you all remember me?"
In addition, there were the people who jumped off buildings that Shen Yingning encountered.
They seem to have actually existed, but for some reason, all traces of them have been erased.
There may be some connection between these two things.
"Could these so-called strange tales of rules have actually been inhabited by people in the past?"
Jiang Qiao lowered his head in thought.
Moreover, he noticed a problem.
"These ghost stories are so bizarre, was it really the girl with the braid who drove them away on the forty-fourth day?"
Jiang Qiao recalled the simulation where he encountered the ghost taxi.
It seems that those strange rules and legends left on their own.
Unfortunately, I am not strong enough at the moment to explore the world of ghost stories.
Jiang Qiao shook his head, deciding to put the strange tales aside for the time being.
I learned a lot from this simulation!
In particular, he discovered new upgrade opportunities!
The first opportunity will come on the sixteenth day when a procession of paper figures carrying a coffin will leave from the eastern suburbs.
After killing these paper figures, you can obtain one of the paper figures' hands!
This hand itself is not scary, but its quality is very high, which is enough to enable the "Lightning Thunder Fist" to break through from the fourth level to the fifth level!
The second opportunity was that flower in the mass grave at Hualong Mountain.
It can enhance "double pupils," so its quality is undoubtedly high.
However, this flower carries significant risks.
Jiang Qiao suspected that the appearance of those mutated insects was related to his stealing of the flower.
I wasn't afraid of the overwhelming swarm of insects, but my teammates couldn't stand it.
Therefore, there are only two ways to get this flower.
One option is to go alone, and by doing so stealthily, one might not be able to find any trace of oneself.
The second thing is to find a way to eliminate these insects!
"But... how do we eliminate the mutated insects?"
In the simulation, these insects were so numerous that it was impossible for the awakened beings to fight them head-on.
Then we can only rely on cutting-edge technology!
Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment and thought of several items.
If we modify them ourselves, we might be able to kill all the insects.
The only question right now is how many insects there are.
...
One hour later.
The simulator has cooled down.
"This simulation will still involve establishing an organization."
"Secondly, let's see if we can kill all the bugs."
"If successful, we might be able to develop some interesting plans for Hualong Mountain in the future."
[The eerie simulation has begun:]
[Currently available talents for fusion: foul-mouthed bro, what the hell, fence-sitter, Heavenly Talisman...]
"Huh? It's actually the Heavenly Scroll!"
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Jiang Qiao glanced at it, somewhat surprised.
...
[Foul-mouthed guy (A): You grew up eating shit and never brush your teeth. Your mouth is so foul, even a vengeful ghost couldn't stand it.]
[Get some yarn: (S): You're good at knitting sweaters, blankets, and making plush toys.]
[Fence-sitter (b): You're like a fence-sitter, swaying back and forth with the wind. You never have a stance; you just laugh at whoever is stronger.]
[Tongtianlu (SSR): The pinnacle of talismanic power. No altar needs to be set up, no qi circulation required, and no prior preparation is needed; it allows one to draw talismans at will!]
...
nice one!
Jiang Qiao now possesses multiple SSR characters, so he's no longer as surprised as he was a couple of days ago.
But finding the "Tongtianlu" still brought me some joy.
The saying goes, "One thing subdues another."
Using talismans to deal with vengeful ghosts is truly the right thing to do!
The "Tongtian Lu" not only allows one to draw talismans at will, but also allows one to draw a large number of talismans in a very short time, scattering the talismans that are treasured by various sects like beans!
It's like playing a game.
They need to calculate the skill combos, benefits, cooldowns, mana costs, and the opponent's positioning.
But you don't need to; you just started playing URF in ranked matches!
Although I might be called an orphan.
But... it was really awesome!
Isn't that right?
...
[Talent selection complete—]
[Fixed Talents: Lightning Strike Fist (S), Super Armor (A), Double Pupils (SSR), Frankenstein's Monster (SSR), Fate Dice (SSR), Ghostly Chef (S), Stalker (S), Everyone Gets a Share (SSR), Demonic Possession (SSR)]
[Current Talents: Heavenly Talisman (SSR), White Bone Fire (S)... (omitted)]
[Currently available talents: ... (omitted)]
[Simulation begins——]
Day 1. Supernatural phenomena resurge, vengeful ghosts descend, and you walk out of the villa carrying your cat.
As you walk down the street, you witness devastation everywhere.
With the flame in your hand, you set fire to every vengeful ghost you encountered.
Amidst their painful cries, the breakthrough of "everyone who sees it gets a share" was achieved.
That night, you captured several female ghosts and forced them to dance for you over a raging fire.
You have mastered the method of drawing the "Five Thunder Talisman".
"Grass!"
Looking at the words in front of him, Jiang Qiaokou recited the names of the plants.
He felt that his simulated self was becoming increasingly abnormal.
[The next day. You went to the hospital and used the female ghost to upgrade your double pupils.]
But instead of controlling the ghost infants, you chose to turn them all into potions that temporarily boosted your strength.
That night, you captured a group of female ghosts, tied them up, set them on fire, and played cards with them.
Your "Lightning Thunder Fist" has been upgraded to the third tier.
[On the third day, you proactively contacted the military search and rescue team and helped them rescue some survivors, including Grandpa Qin.]
Before the supernatural resurgence, your name had already spread far and wide.
Now that you have appeared to save lives, both the military search and rescue team and the survivors admire and are grateful to you.
They respectfully address you as "Celestial Master".
Your personal reputation has been increased.
You have established a cooperative relationship with the military.
Day Four. You founded an organization and named it "Warhammer".
You begin to observe the psychological state and personality traits of the survivors in preparation for future recruitment.
Although you possess methods to increase the chances of awakening, you do not intend to use them in the short term.
In the afternoon, you discover a little girl being chased by a vengeful ghost near the South District.
She's actually an Awakened One!
You saved her.
Through conversation, you learned that her name is Yang Lulu, and she possesses the ability to pull people. She can form a connection with someone within a 300-meter range and pull that person to her side.
After a simple test, you discover that this is actually teleportation!
This kind of teleportation can even make curses fail!
You immediately invite her to join Warhammer.
You have a plan in mind!
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