I made myself the protagonist

Ah Jiu's Taoist temple is located in a remote alley near the building. The Taoist temple is not large in area and is not very popular. Generally, the people who come here to worship are residents who live nearby, and the majority are elderly.

The main hall enshrines the statues of the Sanqing gods, which are incomplete; the murals are also mottled and blurred due to age.

Some stale fruits were placed on the incense table, and the tabletop was covered with wax oil; the surrounding blue-grey stone brick walls were crisscrossed with spider webs, and the walls were yellowed and blackened by the incense.

An old lady over seventy years old stood up from the futon shakily, put the incense in her hand into the incense table, and bowed devoutly. The old man walked into the side hall, and Ah Jiu was squinting at this time.

Eyes, sitting behind a wooden table peeling apples leisurely.

"Master, I'll leave my family's affairs to you. This is just a thought, I hope you won't be offended." The old lady took out a few crumpled bills from her thin pocket and handed them to Ah Jiu with both hands.

"Don't worry, this is what I should do." Ah Jiu smiled kindly, chatted with the old man for a few words, and watched her leave the side hall.

Carrying a bamboo basket, Aunt Mei passed by the old lady who had just left. The two looked at each other and smiled. After the other party left, Aunt Mei's expression gradually became gloomy.

The candlelight flickered in the dim side hall, and the black silhouettes of several statues of gods were projected on the walls, making it look extremely quiet and solemn.

Ah Jiu stood with his hands behind his hands, and nodded slightly after seeing Aunt Mei. He quickly closed the doors of several temples, locked the doors, and followed Aunt Mei back to the building.

…

"Again, what you do is interfering with the progress of the plot. This is a very dangerous behavior."

In room 2441, Ling Yun said seriously: "Since the space has given us seven days, and new changes have occurred, we should be down-to-earth and investigate carefully. But if you insist on doing that, I will not let you know the subsequent risks.

I don’t want to take the responsibility. So, I decided to quit now.”

After Ling Yun finished speaking, Su Li turned around and walked out of the room. Pan Rong hurriedly stepped forward and took her arm: "Miss Su, where are you going?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Su Li asked lightly.

Pan Rong didn't expect that the other party would say such a thing to her, and her face turned red and green; but Li Xinjian was a little anxious: "Aren't we in the same group? What do you want to do? At least discuss it with everyone first."

After hearing what the other party said, Su Li's lips curved into a sneer, and his tone became extremely cold: "When did I say that you are my companions? What you do next is your freedom, and you don't have to ask for it.

My opinion."

After saying this, Su Liwu turned the door handle of the room and walked into the corridor without looking back.

After Su Li left, although Fu Yuanju still tried to convince others, no one dared to draw a conclusion easily after experiencing the farce just now.

Although Li Xinjian and Pan Rong had also gone through an assessment, during that mission, everyone was thrown into an abandoned factory, and what was chasing them was the resentful spirit of a serial murderer after his death.

Apart from the players themselves, they have no contact with other plot characters; what the players have to do is to find the key to open the shackles and escape from the factory. Therefore, Li Xinjian and Pan Rong don't know how to deal with the current situation.

When the argument was fruitless, everyone broke up and returned to their respective rooms.

Zhao Sicheng was smoking in the room boredly. After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening next door. He put out the cigarette butt and stood up and said to Ling Yun: "I thought about it, and I still think what you said makes sense. Since

So, let’s go, find Qian Xiaohao first, and start with him.”

Ling Yun knew that with Su Li's temperament, he would not cooperate with anyone else. Except for Zhao Sicheng, the other players were not reliable, especially the newcomer named Fu Yuanju, who was impulsive and arrogant. With him here, he might be able to cooperate with others.

What trouble did it cause?

Thinking of this, he nodded and decided to act together with Zhao Sicheng.

Because their movement was restricted, before visiting Qian Xiaohao, they went downstairs, gave Uncle Yan some money, and asked him to help buy some food and drinks.

Probably because it was daytime, the yin energy next door had weakened a lot, which gave them the courage to visit Qian Xiaohao.

Ling Yun knocked on the door, and soon a response came from inside the room. The moment the door opened, a little boy wearing dirty short-sleeves, with snow-white skin and even his hair, walked quickly from the room.

Ran out.

The child was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which were exactly what Qian Xiaohao never left his body.

"Hello, we live in 2441 next door. Did that kid just come here to steal something? Do you want to catch him?" Ling Yun pretended to be unaware and asked Qian Xiaohao.

"Forget it, it's not a valuable thing."

Qian Xiaohao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Somehow, he climbed to the balcony of my house and left a few paintings. As soon as I was about to ask him, he ran away. Uncle Yan said that there was a pair of homeless people wandering in the corridor.

A homeless mother and son who have returned home, but the child is not very restful and often sneaks into residents' homes, but he never steals anything, he just looks for some food."

"I see." Ling Yun glanced at the room behind Qian Xiaohao and asked cautiously: "By the way, was there any strange movement in your house last night?"

"No. I fell asleep very early." Qian Xiaohao looked at the two of them warily: "What do you want?"

"Have you heard anything about room 2442? I heard someone say that more than ten years ago, this was a haunted house..." Zhao Sicheng lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "You live here, very

Dangerous."

"So what?"

As a down-and-out man who has lost his career and family, Qian Xiaohao's heart has long turned into a ball of dead ashes, and can no longer ignite any sparks: "I came here with the intention of remaining alive. After death, people will become

Even if there are ghosts in this house, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You are quite open-minded. By the way, you just said that the child left some paintings. Can you show them to us?" Ling Yun said.

Qian Xiaohao had been unemployed for a long time, had nothing to live with, and had just moved here, so he knew few people. Seeing that Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng had no ill intentions, he simply opened the door and invited them into the house.

"That's it." Qian Xiaohao picked up a shabby picture album from the chair and handed it to Ling Yun.

The background of the picture was messily painted in pitch black, and in the middle of the paper, a bloodshot eyeball suddenly appeared.

The moment they saw this painting, Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng turned around at the same time and looked in the direction of the door. Their intuition told them that what Xiaobai wanted to express was the eyes that appeared in the cat's eyes. In fact, this scene was also similar to Su Li's last night

The experience was exactly the same.

Although this was just a child's work, the moment they saw this eye, the two of them felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and fear was like maggots, eating away at their bodies.

Compared to the previous one, the second painting was even more terrifying.

This time, what appears in the picture is the corpse of a woman hanging from the ceiling; she was one of the twins who died in vain in room 2442.

The third painting is a bit strange, it is a wardrobe covered in blood; and this wardrobe is the prop used by Uncle You and Ah Jiu to seal the female ghost.

As for the fourth picture, when he saw this, Ling Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.

The bathtub painted with black crayon is covered with mud, and in it, there is a pale human face...

In room 2403.

After spending the night, the flowers on the roof became listless for some reason, drooping and losing their vitality. There was an indescribable fishy smell in the air, and the kitchen sink and the ground were a mess, with black feathers mixed with blood.

It was bleeding everywhere, and in the bathroom, Aunt Mei was holding a bowl of crow's blood, her face as pale as paper.

Uncle Dong was lying in the bathtub covered with soil. According to Ah Jiu's instructions, the four yin places should be selected for the corpse refining, which was a dilapidated situation. This replaced the traditional digging of pits to bury the corpse.

Uncle Dong's face was covered with dense stitches. He fell from a building more than 20 stories high and his face was torn into pieces. It was all thanks to Aunt Mei to stitch up these wounds overnight.

Aunt Mei never imagined that her tailoring skills, which she was so proud of, would be put to use in a place like this.

Ah Jiu dug Uncle Dong's body out of the pit in the bathtub, then signaled Aunt Mei to bring the crow's blood, dipped it in with a brush, and wrote a talisman in a flying and flying way.

Ah Jiu lit the talisman, and the dim firelight shone on his gloomy face, adding a bit of ghostly aura.

"The three lights of the sun and moon open up the ghost clouds... go against the will of heaven..."

He muttered words, burned the talisman on Uncle Dong's chin for a while, and combined with the blood on his fingertips, finally succeeded in drawing out the corpse oil.

After dripping corpse oil on a humanoid puppet, Ah Jiu took out a bunch of ancient copper coin masks and hung them on Uncle Dong's face. Copper coins, after being circulated in the world for thousands of years, are filled with Yang energy after being touched by different hands.

, so Taoist priests will carry it with them and use it to suppress negative things.

"These days, you have to feed Brother Dong with crow blood every day, and then use the Bagua on its chest to absorb the great yin energy. Place Brother Dong's body in the fragrant fir tree with the heaviest yin energy. The four corners of the coffin are suspended in the air and cannot touch the ground.

Within seven days, Brother Dong should be back."

Ah Jiu put the puppet in his arms and coughed heavily: "Remember, follow the rules I told you and never take off the mask."

"Should? What should I do if it's too late?" Aunt Mei said anxiously: "You said you could save A-Dong!"

"If it's too late, I have other ways." Ah Jiu covered his mouth with a handkerchief. He was obviously only in his fifties, but he looked like an old man in his twilight years. He coughed intermittently, and said slowly and gloomily: "But not enough

I won’t use it as a last resort.”