I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"Jinghai's tricksters are of high quality.

Yang Shou aimlessly shuttled back and forth, landing behind phone numbers one after another.

Almost every five times it descends, a trickster will be found.

Most of the strength is not bad.

Some of them barely touched the limit of advanced obsession.

Maybe go through a few more dungeons, and you can become a vicious trickster.

"Make a mark, and come and see it when you have time."

Yang Shou conveniently played out an Infernal Talisman, facing the target, and pierced it into the target's body.

This is already the fourth person he marked.

"If you have time in the future, you can try more like today.

"If you are lucky, relying on the strange aggregation characteristics, you will be able to meet the real evil spirit."

Pursing his lips, Yang Shou disappeared and teleported to another virtual number.

From beginning to end, the other party did not notice his existence.

I just felt that there was an inexplicable shadow over my heart.

"Strange, why do you suddenly feel flustered?"

Those who were marked fell into deep thought.

space changes.

The weird fluctuations stopped.

Yang Shou opened his eyes and found himself in a luxurious room.

From the decoration and layout point of view.

The owner here is quite rich.

"Tricksters can accept missions, and there are various payment channels.

"Even if you join the Conspiracy Bureau, without mentioning performance and subsidies, the salary alone is more than the so-called senior gold collar."

"This time it's a rich man again, maybe also a trickster."

"However, what about others?"

The room was resplendent and magnificent, but there was no one there.

The mobile phone sensed by Yang Shou was placed on a strange wooden table.

It is different from the normal table shape.

This wooden table with yellowish wood and strange grains is square in the narrow and long, and it is placed horizontally in the center of the room.

After taking a second look, Yang Shou felt familiar.

It's like a coffin.

A coffin made of golden nanmu.

"A coffin for the living room table?"

"And judging from the smell, this coffin is very old.

"It looks like it was dug out of some ancient tomb."

"Dare to dig graves in weird times, it seems that you are very courageous, and your strength is definitely not bad." 103 Yang Shou picked up the mobile phone on the coffin table.

Turn on the screen.

The phone was found unlocked.

On the main page, there are beating famous officials one by one.

They are related to each other and appear in rotation to form a clear line.

Li Wenwen, die!

Zhao Liyuan, Li Wenwen's colleague, dead!

Wang Le, friends of Zhao Liyuan, die!

After countless names, a familiar name flashed past.

Wang Dafu, Lin Dan's client, dies!

Behind Wang Dafu's name, hundreds of names began to be confused.

There are several, surrounded by red circles.

One of the most conspicuous, Remarks Mr. Yang.

"Good luck."

"Looks like I found you."

"You seem to have found me too."

Yang Shou put down his phone and really started to look around the room he was in.

A coffin from an ancient tomb, used as a table.

The carpet under his feet had a slippery surface, with a faint pale flesh color, as if it was stitched out of human skin.

The seemingly normal sofa hides a rotting corpse inside, exuding a faint chill.

"This sofa is cool."

"Those who sit on it can still absorb grievances at any time."

"It's quite enjoyable to have a tricky call."

In the nearly 100-square-meter room, behind the magnificence, there are one strange item after another hidden.

Perhaps, they should be called cursed objects.

Most of them do not have weird will.

But the evil nature carried on his body is not astonishing than many weird ones.

If ordinary people, or even tricksters, accidentally come into contact with any of them.

Good luck, bad luck, bad luck all the time.

If you are unlucky, it will be a disaster of blood and light, and you will be haunted later.

"These cursed objects alone are enough to kill those who enter rashly."

"But it's obviously just a living room, not a real collection room."

Yang Shou looked somewhere outside the room.

There is a basement hidden deep in the ground, blocked by a strange formation, but only part of the breath that escapes exceeds (ccbe) many dungeons.

"The weird call is in the basement?"

"What are you doing there?"

Looking calm, Yang Shou walked towards the basement.

Countless cursed objects in the room were touched and transformed into vague and horrifying strange scenes, wanting to devour the future.

It can fall with Yang Shou's footsteps.

The coffin table of the ancient tomb cracked open.

Carpets of human skin reduced to ashes.

The corpse sofa crumbled and collapsed.

Yang Shou did nothing.

Just walk across the room.

All the cursed objects in this room uttered silent mourning, one by one shattered.

In a closed basement.

The strange incoming call offered incense to a strange god statue with a blurred face.

After bowing deeply, he lowered his eyes and looked at a few things on the altar.

These are all powerful cursed objects that he has racked his brains, collected, or used fear to create.

A pale and strange candle, no matter how it burns, the wax body will not shrink.

Holding a candle, as long as you think of someone's name, and then blow out the candle, the person will go out like a candle.

He once used this candle to kill a vicious trickster.

A palm-sized vanity mirror with a red plastic shell on the back, the mirror surface is dirty and very dirty.

There is a strange hatred hidden in the red clothes. The parasitic host who is illuminated by it will lose control of the weirdness and turn into an entity, and instead attack the host of the parasite.

The last one is a family portrait torn into pieces and glued together again.

The strange caller doesn't know the specific origin of this photo, but he knows that every image on the photo is by no means an ordinary evil spirit.

If it weren't for the suppression of the faceless statue, he wouldn't dare to take the family photo.

"The Sunshine Boy is hard to deal with."

"Just relying on my own curse power may not be able to kill him."

Which power should I borrow?"

Looking at the three cursed objects on the altar, Gui Laiyu looked hesitant.

Just like the ghost sender may be swallowed by his own weirdness at any time.

These cursed objects, if there is a mistake when using them, may also backlash the user.

If Yang Shou hadn't brought him great pressure, he wouldn't have thought of using these things at all.

"It's a pity that the faceless statue gave me the power to curse, but I don't know how to use it.

"Otherwise, when I kill someone, I don't need to hide behind the phone."

Gui Calling looked at the statue with a blurred face, "I'm a little helpless.

He used to be a grave robber.

In a certain huge tomb, a strange temple was discovered.

He, who has never seen an underground temple, thinks that the gods in the temple are treasures.

After all, rare things are expensive.

He took the idol away at that time.

As a result, as soon as he returned home, he discovered a series of strange things.

He won the lottery ticket he bought at random.

Tens of millions of bonuses after tax.

Therefore, he decided not to rob the tomb and spend time with his family.

On the second day after receiving the award, his wife who had been married for ten years was inexplicably involved in a car accident and died directly.

Distraught, he buried his wife.

It was discovered by accident that they had been chasing him all the time, and it was very likely that the Public Security Bureau, which held the evidence of his tomb robbery, caught fire and all clues were cut off.

This means that he will completely get rid of his identity as a tomb robber in the future.

But not happy for long.

The only son stumbled and fell into the river.

When he arrived, he only saw his son's closed eyes and pale face.

His life fell into a strange circle.

Huge surprises appeared one after another, followed by unbearable disasters.

This is a blessing and a curse.

The root of everything is the faceless statue he brought back.

After he discovered this, he had become a cursed and twisted hermit.

One sentence can kill people, powerful and weird.

But I can never be normal again.

The current caller has long stopped hating the statue, and even regards the statue as a real god.

However, he found that even if he became a trickster, he would not be able to use the power of the idol.

You can only support it, hoping to get the gaze of the gods in the dark.

"Just use Broken Family Portrait."

"As long as you use it carefully, you should be fine."

"It is associated with several powerful and strange people, and it is the strongest among the three cursed objects.

"To deal with the big sunshine boy, isn't that easy?"

"The sunshine boy is that Mr. Yang?"

"Knowing the last name is enough!"

The treacherous caller carefully stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the broken family portrait.

At this time, there was an inexplicable fluctuation from the house above.

The power of the curse that has been permeating the house is rapidly weakening.

"What happened?"

He was shocked.

Not to mention the myriad of cursed objects in the various rooms.

This house was built on the execution ground in the old year.

The already vicious condemned prisoner cursed the world before his death, making this place a horrible cursed place.

Unless you are proficient in the power of curse.

Otherwise, even if the evil spirits come in, nothing will happen.

But now, he felt that most of the cursed objects were broken directly.

There are only a few left that can still retain breath, not because they are strong, but because the opponent has not yet approached!

"Heading towards the basement."

The consciousness of the strange incoming call is connected to the house, and vaguely sees a strange young man walking leisurely through the corridor.

Flowers irrigated with corpse water wither.

The strange murals spontaneously ignited for no reason.

Where the youth walked, the cursed objects were destroyed by themselves under the invisible influence

Compared with those cursed objects.

Youth seems to be the most terrible curse.

to his affairs, and fell into a more horrific curse.

"Almost at the Gallery of Mirrors."

"That is the strongest cursed object other than here.

"Surely you can stop him?"

The tricky caller barely stabilized his mind, and with the help of the cursed land, the angle of view was suspended, watching the other party walk into the long corridor covered with mirrors on both sides.

That's the last stretch of the way into the basement.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He saw the young man look up and smiled into the air.

The smile is very gentle, and it looks like an honest and kind smile.

"Can he see me?"

Gui Lai's heart tightened on the phone, and he paid more attention to observing the other party.

Cursed monsters are hidden in the corridor of mirrors.

They can pretend to be your shadow, imitating your every movement and expression.

As long as you are completely consistent with your movements, you can get rid of the restrictions of the mirror and walk out of the mirror.

Get on with life as you are.

And you will be sealed in the mirror for eternity and eternity, and you will not be freed.

If one day, you are looking in the mirror.

suddenly discovered

You look strange in the mirror.

That familiar face seemed to have a strange expression.

Be careful, it's not you in the mirror.

That's a cursed creature that mimics you.

The only way to escape is to splash water on the mirror to blur their vision, then face them and slowly exit the room.

"Can he find that the one in the mirror is not himself?"

Staring at the strange young man, Gui Calli frowned.

However, when the other party completely entered the corridor of mirrors, he froze for an instant.

The transparent mirror is blank.

Not to mention cursing evil things, there is not even a shadow of a strange youth.

"People pass by with shadows, and tricks pass by with shadows."

"What the hell is he.

"The corridor of mirrors cannot manifest his shadow!"

There was a sudden heartbeat from the strange incoming call, and the long-lost fear came to my heart.

Even when he walked through the corridor of mirrors, he would splash water on the mirrors in advance.

Click!

When the strange young man walked to the middle of the corridor, cracks climbed up every mirror.

With the harsh sound, all the mirrors were completely shattered.

The young man didn't even look at it, he took a few steps and pushed open the door leading directly to the basement.

"I heard that you have been looking for me all this time?"

On high steps.

Yang Shou smiled, looking down at the strange call in the basement. .