This is not a weird story

The most intolerable thing in Wei An's life is his hair falling out. How easy is it to maintain his textured perm style till now? What's more, it started to fall off like it is now!

When he lowered his head, a strand of hair slowly fell from his eyes.

At first I thought it was not my hair, but when I reached out and touched it, I found another handful of hair caught in my hand.

I quickly ran to the bathroom mirror and took a look, and found that a piece of scalp was exposed where I touched it.

"I..." Wei An was shocked, "Am I going to rot directly into a living corpse? And a bald living corpse?"

Taking two steps back, Wei An didn't dare to touch any part of his body anymore, otherwise he was worried that not only his hair would continue to fall off, but even the flesh would fall apart at a touch.

The corrosion in the "Yi Zhuang" scene spread to Wei An, indicating that he had indeed stayed there just now. After the scene there collapsed, he returned to the "Locked Door" scene for some reason.

But the "locked door" scene seems to have been restored to its original state, except that the plot characters are not seen.

His own corruption is enough to prove that Wei An has indeed destroyed the rule center of "Yizhuang".

"Are these two scenes at the center of different rules? There are two rules in this strange story?" Wei An was secretly surprised and kept guessing.

"It's impossible. No matter how special the ghost story is, there is only one set of operating rules. If there are two sets of rules, it would be better to just split it into two ghost stories and develop them separately."

Wei An now knows very well that these ghost stories are alive and have their own ways of developing and growing. If there are two sets of rules in one ghost story that are intertwined with each other, it is better to split them into two ghost stories and develop independently.

For example, the ghost story in the city where the black and white woman is located must have other ghost stories, large and small, but they all operate under the big rules of the city. Based on these rules, strange stories such as libraries, hospitals, crematoriums, and crossroads appear.

Wei An speculated that the rules of the Yizhuang ghost story were small, while the rules of the locked door ghost story were large. The rules of Yizhuang were destroyed, but they were still accommodated by the locked door rules.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was impossible. No matter how special this ghost story was, it would not be too special.

Wei An felt a little cold now, especially the area where the air was leaking.

"The rule center of Yizhuang must have been destroyed, and there is only one ghost story rule center. There can't be two, otherwise there will be two ghost stories." Wei An was convinced.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, the sky turned from early morning to dusk, and he was sitting on the sofa in the living room without knowing it.

Looking down at his hands, he saw that a lot of skin and flesh had begun to rot, turning into red and blue colors, and an unpleasant smell was emitted.

Her hair was constantly falling down from her head, and Wei An didn't dare to look in the mirror again.

Until the sky turned completely dark, and the surrounding area was gradually enveloped in darkness.

Wei An stood up, walked to Binbin's small bedroom, and glanced at the items in these rooms.

Looking at it now, I might be able to hold on until about ten o'clock in the evening at most, and this body will completely rot into a pile of bones.

He carefully rolled up his sleeves. Not only was the flesh on his arm rotten, but maggots could be clearly seen crawling inside. They were so numerous that they could not be counted.

But he couldn't feel any pain, and his whole body was numb.

Soon he suppressed the worry and fear in his heart again and forced his thoughts to return to the problem he was analyzing just now.

"Perhaps, the scenes in these two ghost stories have common characteristics?" Wei An couldn't help but think again, "The oil lamp that never goes out, the incense that never stops burning..."

This is a characteristic of the Yizhuang scene. He has not been able to withdraw from Kaidan. Does this mean that in fact, he has not completely destroyed the rules of Kaidan, and still leaves some tails.

Or the last and most critical step was ignored by myself.

If the feature is related to "lights", Wei An turned his head and glanced at all the lights in the room. In his memory, he could turn on these lights whenever he wanted at night. If he felt they were too eye-catching, he could Just turn it off if you want, it won't be affected at all.

There seems to be no pattern in this, completely different from the oil lamps and incense sticks.

Even if the light in the master bedroom was left on after entering once, it had no effect. Of course, he could turn it off at any time.

After entering the "locked door" scene for the second time, because all the items were restored to their original state, the lights in the master bedroom had already been turned off.

To be on the safe side, Wei An turned on all the lights in the room, including the bathroom and kitchen, whether they were chandeliers, table lamps, or bedside lamps, and then turned them off again.

He found nothing unusual.

After a while, he seemed to feel something in his heart, and turned to look out the window at the small street lamp on the road inside the community.

The light would come on at night, stay on until dawn the next day, and then go off again as dusk fell and transitioned to night, and so on.

Wei An stared blankly at the not-so-bright streetlight outside the window. Because it was not bright enough, the area it covered was very narrow, and it was not that conspicuous in a community that was completely enveloped in darkness.

"Could it be that this street lamp has actually never been extinguished, and is always burning like the oil lamp or incense stick in Yi Zhuang?" Wei An's doubts arose in his heart, "It's just because the street lamp is not bright enough. As a result, it looks like it goes out after dawn, but in fact, you have to go under the streetlight and look closely to find that it is always on!"

After this thought came up, Wei An suddenly felt his head roaring, and the black cat head representing the fear totem appeared.

After he tried to re-enter this room, not only was the inventory empty, but the black cat could not be seen, until now it finally came out.

The long-lost feeling of familiarity came over, and Wei An immediately patted the cat's head in his mind. This black cat had always been very independent in character. After being touched, it immediately shook its head and made a sound that only Wei An could make. Heard the cry.

At the same moment, Wei An felt a slight vibration in the inventory. When he opened it, he found that everything had returned, or that they had always been there, but could only be seen at this moment.

He immediately took out the golden wing flying blade, controlled it mentally, and stabbed it through the window at the street light that was always on in the community.

The flying blade instantly passed through the closed window. Because it was too fast, it only left a small hole in the window glass. It quickly came to the street light, turned, and rushed straight up.

With a bang, the street lamp exploded instantly and the lights went out.

A thick darkness engulfed the area originally covered by light, and the golden wing flying blade quickly flew back.

The room where Wei An was located, including the buildings in the entire community, began to decay, disintegrate, and fall off inch by inch again at this moment.

"That's it, done!"

Wei An felt excited and was about to try to contact his father again when his vision went dark in the next second and he completely disappeared on the spot.

"No--"

An old woman's cry sounded throughout the community, echoing faintly, and together with the corrupt buildings, it eventually turned into nothingness.