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There is only one last talisman left.

Can't back down!

Under the dim firelight, the monster's huge mouth was getting closer and closer.

In its mouth, countless hungry ghosts opened their mouths greedily at the same time.

I held a long knife and faced the difficulties.

The light of the knife flashed.

The fierce wind swept away.

Countless miserable wails echoed in this dark space.

The yellow talisman burned out.

The monster's body was torn apart.

but.

has not been completely eliminated.

Just a little bit different!

Darkness returned to the surroundings, and I frowned.

Without light, this monster is even more difficult to deal with.

The coldness is slowly approaching, and the monster is coming quietly.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.

At this time, the more panicked you are, the easier it is to fail.

Nothing can be seen anyway.

I simply closed my eyes.

Meditate.

Hearing, smell, and touch are slowly amplified.

There is cold air surging in the air on the left.

From slow to fast.

coming!

The cold wind blew against my face, mixed with the fishy smell of saliva.

My body tensed up, and I swung the long knife with all my strength, slashing hard against the strong wind.

"Ouch——"

Countless wails sounded.

I don’t know how many starving ghosts turned to ashes.

The monster jumped to another location.

later!

My back is cold.

As I turned around, I slashed with the long knife.

"Ouch——"

Wails echoed in the darkness.

Overhead!

I raised the knife with both hands and jumped up.

"Ouch——"

Under repeated attacks, the starving ghosts suffered countless casualties and wailed all over the place.

The monster finally stopped temporarily.

Somewhere above your head.

The sound of tearing food was heard, followed closely by the sound of chewing.

The monster seemed to tear off a piece of its own body to feed on.

But for a while, no swallowing sound was heard.

Its chopstick-like neck makes it impossible to swallow no matter how much it eats.

"Ouch-ouch——"

The howls of countless starving ghosts mixed together sounded miserably.

The wind surged overhead.

The monster is coming again!

I took my time and responded with my sword.

The sword flashed.

Ashes fall.

My hands didn't stop, slashing wildly around me.

I can’t tell how long it took.

The deafening wail slowly weakened until it disappeared.

Amidst the falling black ash, the surroundings returned to silence.

I was panting but didn't let my guard down.

After a while.

Suddenly, a small firelight lit up in the darkness.

It was a small match.

It was held by a sallow and thin hand, moving slowly in the darkness, lighting a dim oil lamp.

In the dim light is an old bed.

On the bed, among the tattered black quilts, lay a haggard old man.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

In front of the bed, stood a tall but also very thin man.

His back was stooped and his head hung deeply, like a withered bean sprout.

On the other side of the bed, there were two children, one large and one small, lying down. They were very quiet and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The old man did not open his eyes, but his body trembled.

"Mom, this little food at home can't feed us all."

"The child is still young."

"Mom, I can't help it."

The man's voice was trembling. He wrapped the old man in a tattered quilt and carried it on his back. He opened the door and walked out with heavy steps.

One big and one small moved on the bed.

The adult covered the child's mouth and blew out the oil lamp

Darkness swallowed everyone like a monster's mouth.

Another fire lit up.

A woman with thinning hair stuffed a handful of dry firewood into the stove.

Under the flickering firelight, her face became increasingly sallow.

There was a squeak.

The leaky kitchen door was pushed open.

A very thin man walked in carrying a patched cloth bag.

"Borrowed it?"

"Um."

The man responded calmly, put the bag aside, opened the lid of the water tank, and washed away the blood on his hands.

"You are still willing to lend us food at this time. This kindness must be repaid in the future."

The woman seemed not to notice and murmured.

The water is boiling.

The man opened the lid of the pot, grabbed a handful of rice from the bag and poured it into the boiling water.

"Master, do we really want to do this?"

There was no joy in the woman's expression, but she was extremely tormented.

It seemed that what was boiling in the pot was not rice, but her heart.

"Then what do you think we should do? We don't have enough to eat now, how many children can we still feed?"

The man's face was submerged in steam.

"It's up to you to send away whichever one you want. Anyway, it came out of your belly."

The woman lowered her head deeply.

In another room.

"Dad, Mom, it smells so good!"

"Let's have a full meal today!"

A family of three sat around the table.

There are some sweet potatoes and dried vegetables on the table.

"Isn't this all the food left in our family? What will we eat next after we have cooked it?"

"Eat with confidence, child."

"Eat more, you'll be ready to go on the road when you're full."

The woman gently caressed the child's head.

The man's eyes were numb.

"Mom, where are we going?"

“A great place to never go hungry.”

"That's great! I'll never be hungry again."

The oil lamp went out.

The family of three collapsed under the table and never got up again.

in the dark.

Countless flames, large and small, light up and then go out forever.

These are probably the last scenes of the starving ghost.

Many old people and children were sent into the mountains.

The old man closed his eyes in despair and could no longer shed tears.

The child stared blankly at the retreating figures of his parents, full of confusion.

They fell alone in the mountains.

The bones rot.

Resentments abound.

Countless resentments are entangled together, fermenting, and expanding.

I sighed deeply.

Perhaps this is the truth why Yijia Village does not allow villagers to enter the mountains.

This is a cruel scar that can never be opened.

In such an environment and era, I can't criticize anything.

I just hope that the same tragedy will never happen again.

Countless images and sounds flashed before my eyes like projections, then disappeared into the darkness.

The coldness dissipates.

Death is a relief for them.

A door that was ajar appeared in the darkness.

A faint light came in through the crack in the door.

Passed?

I paused, walked to the door, and looked carefully.

Only white light could be seen through the crack in the door.

I reached out and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, his feet were empty again, and his whole body fell uncontrollably.

Less than two seconds.

The feet stepped on the ground.

After calming down, I squinted my eyes and looked around.

Fortunately it's not all dark here.

on the contrary.

The sun is so bright that it's almost hard to keep your eyes open.

This is an antique courtyard full of flowers, plants and trees.

Under the big tree, sitting an old man with white hair.

The old man frowned deeply and stared at the chessboard on the table in deep thought, looking very distressed.

After looking at it for a while, I finally came to a conclusion.

This is the third floor of the Bone Tower.

The space inside the Bone Tower is upside down.

Going down means going upstairs.

Each floor is a different world.

Only by unlocking the mechanism or destroying the corresponding ghosts can you enter higher floors.

So.

Is this old man in the hospital the target that needs to be eliminated on my floor?