It was 11:30 p.m. on the 12th day of the seventh lunar month. Suddenly, a loud knocking sound came from the door of an unnamed temple in Qingcheng Mountain.

The young novice monk put on his robe and opened the door, yawning repeatedly.

"Who is it?" Huh? Why is nobody here?

The young novice monk shrank back a little in fear, silently chanting "Amitabha Buddha—"

Just then, a smiling face suddenly popped out from the shadows on his left, waving at him.

"Hey, handsome young man, I'm here to offer incense."

The young novice monk was about to turn hostile and slam the door shut; who would burn incense in the middle of the night?

"Please come again tomorrow, benefactor."

Before he could finish speaking, a stack of bright red banknotes was thrown in front of him.

The young novice monk could no longer contain himself. "What is this, benefactor—"

Yan Qing smiled broadly, pulled out another wad of hundred-yuan bills from her pocket, and stuffed them into his arms. She said with a smile,

"Young monk, please make an exception. I just want to offer incense, and I'll leave right away!"

The young novice scratched his head in a troubled manner. He looked around before quietly opening the door.

"Please be quiet, benefactor, and follow me."

He led Yan Qing furtively to the front door of a somewhat dilapidated old house.

"Hurry up, come out as soon as you're done, I'll be waiting for you at the door."

Yan Qing nodded and carried her large bundle through the door.

Upon entering the room, a wave of gloomy energy rushed towards her. Only then did Yan Qing notice a huge black statue placed on the altar directly in front of her.

Completely black, with a head like a camel's hump, wings on its back, an ugly face, and a huge body, it held a huge iron fork in its hand; it was undoubtedly a Yaksha.

This temple actually enshrines a Yaksha! Legend has it that Yakshas are extremely ferocious and can devour people, but they were later converted by Buddhism and became one of the eight guardian deities of the heavenly dragons.

Yan Qing nodded; it seemed this was the place.

Following the direction the Yaksha was pointing, she found a large, bluish-gold bronze cauldron in the southeast corner of the room.

"I've finally found you!" Yan Qing's expression changed, and she began to unpack the bundle on her back.

The bulging bundle was filled with gold ingots and ghost money.

She poured the gold ingots and ghost money into the bronze cauldron, filling it completely. Finally, she placed nine black incense sticks on top and lit them one by one.

Finally, he retreated to the Yaksha statue and respectfully kowtowed.

Fifteen minutes later, the incense burned out, and the offerings inside the bronze cauldron began to burn.

Yan Qing remained lying on the ground, motionless.

Five minutes later, the gold ingots and paper money inside the bronze cauldron were completely burned. Suddenly, a slight "click" sound was heard in front of the offering table.

Yan Qing was overjoyed and quickly got up. She walked to the offering table, where a drawer suddenly opened by itself.

Inside lay eighteen black wooden plaques, their material unknown.

Yan Qing glanced at her watch; it was exactly twelve o'clock. She quickly grabbed the eighteen small black cards and ran out of the house without looking back.

Behind her, the enormous Yaksha statue suddenly turned its eyes, then remained motionless again.

The young novice monk waited quietly at the door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her come out safely.

"Amitabha Buddha, may the benefactor be blessed!"

Even after leaving the unknown temple, Yan Qing remained incredibly uneasy. She had indeed taken a risk tonight, but it was unavoidable for survival.

Two weeks ago, she suddenly transmigrated into a novel called "The End of the World".

According to the novel, on the night of the Ghost Festival on the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, an apocalyptic world descends, and everyone in the world is forcibly trapped in a bizarre and unpredictable scenario, where they begin to struggle for survival.

And she, Yan Qing, accidentally transmigrated into one of the villainous supporting female characters, the kind who dies shortly after her first appearance.

Without the protagonist's cheat codes and invincible luck, she can only rely on her own brains to survive.

Fortunately, she timed her journey well; the post-apocalyptic rules and strange tales hadn't yet begun. Relying on the few memories she had from the book, she quickly found her greatest reliance for survival in the early stages.

Yan Qing remembered that although the original book was not finished, the hellish dungeon had already appeared in the later stages when she transmigrated. The only item dropped in this hellish dungeon was eighteen black wooden plaques.

Their function is still unknown, but there is one thing she remembers very clearly. Each of these eighteen wooden plaques is almost priceless and can be exchanged for an astronomical amount of spirit coins.

Spirit coins, on the other hand, are the only universally accepted currency after the bizarre arrival of the apocalypse.

This hellish dungeon is none other than the nameless temple on Mount Qingcheng after the bizarre arrival of the apocalypse.

Therefore, in order to survive the strange tales of the apocalypse, Yan Qing naturally set her sights on it.

Fortunately, she had accidentally seen a short side story by the author in her previous life, which taught her how to obtain these eighteen wooden plaques.

According to the guide, she had a 50% success rate. Luckily, she was fortunate enough to get the item without any obstacles.

After receiving the items, she felt at least half relieved. Without taking a break, she fled Qingcheng Mountain overnight and took the high-speed train back to school.

For no other reason than that she's just a newbie right now, and it's best for her to stay as far away as possible from hellish dungeons.

I got back to school on the morning of July 15th.

Since she had few classes in her first year of university, she simply skipped them and went to a hardware market to buy a complete set of self-defense daggers and controlled knives.

If it weren't for the fact that some things were simply impossible to obtain, she would have even considered getting herself a few AKs.

After doing all this, she called her brother Yan Che, with whom she depended on each other. She told him to stay home that night and to carry a small knife for self-defense.

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