☆, Chapter 46 is still too sweet

“No, don’t let me go.”

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. The Lord's eyeballs bulged from lack of oxygen, nearly falling out of their sockets. The agony of having his mouth and nose covered made his limbs twitch involuntarily.

But just as the master thought he was about to die, the blanket was suddenly thrown back. Before he could even feel the relief of having escaped, his foot was grabbed. The strange children stood beside him, watching him with delight. As for the evil spirit at his ankle, it was dragging him towards the trapdoor.

"No, I won't go. I don't want to go." The messenger understood what was waiting for him at the end.

The room filled with torture chambers contained not only electric saws for cutting, but also countless puppets waiting to cut into his body.

"Ah!" the Master howled in terror. He grew increasingly frightened, and even more horrified was the discovery that the faces of all the puppets had changed. They no longer resembled the children he had created, but instead had become the thirty people he had killed on the chessboard.

They were seeking his life and were going to use those cruel methods on him one after another.

"Kill me. Please kill me!" The main messenger rolled and howled, trying to avoid the pain, but he could not die. No matter how much blood he shed, how much torture he endured, even if his limbs were cut off, he was still alive and conscious.

"You don't deserve to die so easily." Yu Jiuyin, who appeared out of nowhere, stood beside and looked down at the messenger. His voice was gentle, but the words he said were cruel to the extreme.

"Why were you able to escape the arrangement of the script?" The man stared at Yu Jiuyin, his eyes full of resentment.

Yu Jiuyin smiled and replied, "Didn't your script tell you that Freddy's real method of killing is not face to face, but in dreams. As long as you fall asleep, he will kill you in your dreams. Otherwise, why would the last sentence say that you will suffer from insomnia forever?"

"It's actually like this!" The main messenger looked at Yu Jiuyin in disbelief, and then collapsed. "Impossible, this is impossible. I am the goddess's most perfect executor. How could I be wrong? I don't believe it. I absolutely don't believe it."

"Your goddess has never favored you. Repent for your sins." Yu Jiuyin exited the mastermind's dream. Meanwhile, Rongqing, outside the dream, was holding the script left by the mastermind, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as Yu Jiuyin had guessed, this guy was a complete novice. The real problem was the script. It was written in far too much detail, detailing the timing of setting up the formations and the personality traits of the players. Especially the last game. If it weren't for this guy's idiocy and Yu Jiuyin's sudden attack, the two of them might have gotten into serious trouble.

Fortunately, everything has been settled. No matter who wrote this script, the mastermind of the Death Game has finally been apprehended, and the Death Game can finally be put to an end.

Rongqing's people quickly brought the police over, and after the police's search, the secret of this hot spring hotel was finally revealed to the public.

They use the excuse of curiosity to attract immature teenagers, and then use some superficial hypnosis techniques to drag them step by step into the trap of suicide.

Who would have thought that buried beneath the blossoming trees in the flower-filled courtyard of the hot spring hotel were rotting corpses? And these bones were the most natural nutrients, nourishing these blooming flowers.

The sky was completely bright. Yu Jiuyin and Rongqing returned to the car. Looking at the hotel that was blocked off, Yu Jiuyin sighed and turned away.

There is never a perfect ending in this world. The only thing to be thankful for is that the culprit has been caught and the dead soul can finally rest in peace.

Three days later, the hot spring hotel case was exposed online by reporters. At the same time, the pre-killing game tasks were carefully analyzed by psychologists from a professional perspective. Netizens also expressed their feelings.

"Oh my god, this is horrible! Thirty lives lost in two months. It gives me chills."

"Aren't the scariest ones the ones who actually do what they're told? Waking up at three in the morning every day. Shit, I definitely wouldn't be able to do that."

"Ultimately, we should focus on education. Pursuing novelty and excitement doesn't mean disrespecting life."

Inside the Museum of Curiosities, Yu Jiuyin and Rong Qing scrolled through Weibo, finally sighing in unison. This case held many secrets that must remain hidden. And heroes like Luo Qiu and Qin Ying, who lost their lives punishing the wicked, will never see their names.

Stroking the chessboard in his hand, Yu Jiuyin carefully placed it in the display case where Luo Qiu had set up the formation before his death. Originally, such an item as evidence should not be in Yu Jiuyin's hands, but the chessboard was so strange that the police finally returned it to Yu Jiuyin through the Metaphysics Association.

After much deliberation, Yu Jiuyin finally decided to put the chessboard in the Museum of Curiosities.

Rongqing pushed his wheelchair to the display case, his eyes filled with nostalgia. And when he saw the formations surrounding the chessboard, he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart.

Yu Jiuyin's gentleness was always just right. The small Hundred-Foot Cliff was a special arrangement to help these chess pieces gather their souls.

Although these people's souls have been destroyed, some obsession still remains on these bones, so Yu Jiuyin set up a formation, hoping to help them gather their souls.

Rongqing reached out and touched the head of Luoqiu's chess piece in the display case. The unexpected warm response comforted him. Someone hugged him from behind. It was Yu Jiuyin. Rongqing didn't turn around, but relaxed and leaned into Yu Jiuyin's arms.

Time passed quickly, and after a brief reminiscence, the two returned to the office to discuss serious matters.

"There are actually a few more suspicious points about this case." Rong Qing showed Yu Jiuyin what he had found. "Do you know who built the tunnel with the ghost gate array?"

"Who?" Yu Jiuyin was curious about Rongqing's words.

"Wu Qu."

"Isn't Wu Qu the illegitimate son of Xu Wang's family who used magic to harm people?" Yu Jiuyin was very surprised. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he read the script over and over again several times, and suddenly understood why he felt familiar with it.

He opened his phone and found a picture, which was the picture of the last orphanage seal of Jiangshu that he had obtained from Wu Qu before. Yu Jiuyin compared it carefully and found that the words on the seal were exactly the same as those on the script.

“So these two people actually know each other.”

"Yes, I do. But it has nothing to do with the script. The person who orchestrated it said that the script he had was stolen. He was a small-time thug until he was sixteen, and then he won the lottery and became rich."

"Is this true?" Yu Jiuyin was both amused and confused. This person's words made no sense. After scheming against the Xu family, Wu Qu and his son became wealthy. This mastermind was just a small-time thug, a nouveau riche who made his fortune from lottery tickets. How could he possibly know Wu Qu? Could this script have taught him how to socialize with the upper class and convince Wu Qu to help him build that tunnel? Don't treat everyone as fools.

"But they used a lot of methods, even two people from the Metaphysics Association went there. They all concluded that they weren't lying. There's just one doubt." Rong Qing hesitated for a moment, then expressed his suspicion. "I can't find anything about him before he was sixteen. It's like this person appeared out of thin air. The information on his ID card is also uniformly obtained at the age of sixteen. But the person who handled his ID card is now dead."

"Is the clue still broken?" Yu Jiuyin frowned. However, thinking of the mastermind's crude soul-stealing technique and the very complete script, Yu Jiuyin thought of another possibility.

Perhaps the mastermind behind this really doesn't know anything, because if there is a real master of soul-stealing, not to mention changing his memory, it is entirely possible to turn him into another person.

"Can you crack it?" Rong Qing had the same guess as Yu Jiuyin.

But this time, Yu Jiuyin shook his head, "No. That's evil magic. What I know is witchcraft. They are fundamentally different."

"That doesn't matter, you're already amazing."

"Let's not talk about this," Yu Jiuyin changed the subject lightly, "Can you find out anything about that orphanage?"

"There's still no result." Rong Qing also felt it was difficult to deal with. In fact, when he found Wu Qu, he had already searched every orphanage in China, but he couldn't find any that matched his needs.

"We can only take it one step at a time. The fox will reveal its tail sooner or later." Yu Jiuyin flipped through the script twice more, pointing to the game requirements. "Rongrong, look, at least we have another clue now. This orphanage probably has a feud with the Metaphysics Association. Otherwise, they would have no reason to stab the masters of the Metaphysics Association."

"Well, I'll have someone continue looking for him later." Rong Qing opened his phone and gave the instructions. He then looked at Yu Jiuyin carefully for a while, "How is your injury?"

"Ah?" Yu Jiuyin was taken aback by Rongqing's question. Few people were so openly concerned about him; even Xu Wang and the others were cautious. After all, Yu Jiuyin had always been seen as a powerful and dependable figure. As for his previous life at the Taoist temple, his master had lived a rough life, often saying that a minor injury was no big deal for a grown man. So, Yu Jiuyin had grown accustomed to this kind of life.

But Rongqing was different, he was really worried about Yu Jiuyin.

Yu Jiuyin looked down at the gauze on his wrist, and a subtle emotion arose in his heart. However, he quickly suppressed it.

"Oh, of course I'm not well yet." Yu Jiuyin pressed on Rongqing like a boneless person, shouting loudly, not knowing whether it was true or false. Sometimes he said his hand hurt, and sometimes he said his chest was stuffy.

"Let me see." Rong Qing sighed, and good-temperedly let him and him quarrel. After a long time of tossing and turning, he finally finished examining Yu Jiuyin's wound, and after confirming that it was nothing serious, he reluctantly felt relieved. Then he reminded Yu Jiuyin that the Rong family had been busy recently, and he might not have the time to keep an eye on him. But he should drink the soup that was sent on time.

Before they parted, Rong Qing solemnly instructed Yu Jiuyin, "If anything happens here again, you must call me immediately."

"No, just go do your thing. I can handle it."

"No." Rong Qing shook his head and repeated, "Be sure to call me, I will come right away."

Why didn't Yu Jiuyin understand? He stared at Rong Qing for a long while, and suddenly blurted out, "Rong Rong, are you afraid that I will die?"

"Yeah." Rong Qing pinched Yu Jiuyin's face and said in Yu Jiuyin's usual tone, "Zhao Di, you haven't brought a son to our father yet, so of course you have to live well." Then he asked the driver to drive away.

As for Yu Jiuyin, who remained where he was, he was completely stunned. It took him a long time to react. He had only one thought in his mind: Damn, Rongrong's aloof personality seemed to have collapsed.

Just like that, the storm passed, and peaceful days followed. A few days after Rongqing left, Yu Jiuyin sorted out the previous cases one by one, and after making sure there were no missed clues, he simply put them all aside.

There is no way around it. A good cook cannot cook without rice. There are no clues, and the location of the orphanage cannot be dug out. What can Yu Jiuyin do?

Therefore, he simply turned his attention back to the two businesses he owned. As for the haunted house, he took the time to check the mission records on A and found that the first phase of the haunted house mission had been completed. As for the second phase, the mission was not much different, and it was still a question of customer flow. As for the interesting museum left by Luo Qiu, business was surprisingly booming. Especially after Yu Jiuyin updated the two ghost stories about the mirror and the chessboard, more people went there.

However, Yu Jiuyin felt that those people didn't seem to be there to see ghost stories, but rather to look for someone. Furthermore, judging by their attire, they were either wealthy or high-class, clearly well-off. It was strange that such people would be interested in ghost stories.

Yu Jiuyin didn't understand at first, but then he realized what was going on. Luoqiu's shop was a scam. Ninety percent of those well-dressed people who came here were there to get their fortunes told.

After all, this was Luo Qiu's shop, and Yu Jiuyin didn't want to see the people of Luo Qiu disappear without even a trace of their legacy, so he simply continued Luo Qiu's original business model. Whenever he met someone who seemed destined to be with him, he would offer a fortune-telling or a divination.

Coincidentally, Yu Jiuyin's attainments in divination were much higher than Luo Qiu's. Consequently, the reputation of the Museum of Curiosities in the peculiar world became even greater than before.

But Yu Jiuyin was too lazy to be at the shop all the time. So, it was later discovered that Yu Jiuyin owned two shops, one of which was a haunted house in the western suburbs. So, when people couldn't find Yu Jiuyin at the museum, they would try their luck at the haunted house in the western suburbs.

But these people were very sensible. Regardless of status, coming here was a matter of fate. If Yu Jiuyin was willing to show them, then they were lucky. If Yu Jiuyin didn't want to, no one dared to force him.

These people were all knowledgeable and clear-headed. They knew that even if they couldn't easily befriend someone like Yu Jiuyin, they couldn't easily offend him.

On this day, outside the haunted house, the second brother looked at the increasingly long line and sensitively sensed something was wrong.

"Brother Yu, are middle-aged people under a lot of pressure these days? Why do I see people of this age still going into haunted houses?"

The eldest brother also felt awkward. "Kid and Bell are really serious. Don't give them a heart attack."

"It's okay, they're happy with it." Yu Jiuyin squinted his eyes and leaned back on the recliner. Without explaining, he casually pointed to the cup beside him. "I'm thirsty."

"The second brother had no choice but to take the cup and serve Yu Jiuyin.

In fact, the second brother and others have been paying attention to Yu Jiuyin's physical condition these days.

Although neither Yu Jiuyin nor Rongqing said anything, they could tell. Yu Jiuyin was noticeably more tired than usual this time. Furthermore, Rongqing sent someone to deliver supplements three times a day. Sometimes, Rongqing would video chat with Yu Jiuyin and watch him finish his meals before calling it quits. This attitude made them realize that Yu Jiuyin might be injured. But since Yu Jiuyin didn't say anything, they didn't dare to ask further.

Even the ghost doll noticed that something was wrong with Yu Jiuyin. He was not as naughty as before and often leaned obediently beside Yu Jiuyin to rest with him.

Therefore, the second oldest ones all hoped that Yu Jiuyin would be quiet for a while, but many of the Heavenly Masters of the Metaphysics Association wanted to join in the fun.

Yu Jiuyin had recently become quite famous within the association. After all, he had first conquered Juehu Village and then apprehended the mastermind behind the Death Game. Furthermore, his act of defying fate and forcibly gathering Qin Ying's soul had further attracted the attention of the Celestial Masters within the Celestial Masters Association.

Especially in the forum these two days, the most popular posts were all about Yu Jiuyin.

"Oh my god, she's in her twenties. Has she been learning this skill since she was in the womb? It's really scary!"

"Yes, I heard the elders in my family say that it is not easy to practice the Ghost Dao Heavenly Master, but how come this Yu Jiuyin is faster than those of us who practice orthodox Taoist techniques?"

"That's not the case. I think he knows a lot of unorthodox methods, including spells and curses. His master's sect is also remote and I've never heard of it. No matter how powerful he is, we should be careful."

"The jealous eyes of the people upstairs are about to bleed. Why do you care about what others can do? Being upright is the right way. If you are not convinced, why didn't you go up when Qin Ying got into trouble?"

"Exactly. Some of the people above are being too shameless. Most of the Metaphysics Association has been manipulated by them. Instead of reflecting on their own rubbish, they're saying we should be careful with people who save others. I also have something to say to you: God is watching what you do, and you're not guilty."

Most of the active members of the Tianshi Forum are young people in their twenties. Furthermore, many of the Tianshi of the Metaphysics Association come from families with a long history of Taoist teachings, having been studying Daoist techniques and exorcism since childhood, and their minds are relatively pure. Therefore, for many people, Yu Jiuyin's capture of the murderer and his rescue of the victim are considered remarkable, and they instinctively develop a favorable impression of him.

As a result, many people wanted to meet Yu Jiuyin.

I want to go to the haunted house in the western suburbs of B City. Is there anyone who wants to team up with me?

As soon as this post was released, it quickly received a lot of responses.

Unfortunately, the popularity of Yu Jiuyin's Haunted House was completely beyond the expectations of these young masters. They fought for tickets for several days, but in the end they had to buy tickets from scalpers.

But in the end, they achieved their goal. Finally, these people agreed on a suitable day and gathered in City B just to go to the haunted house to meet Yu Jiuyin.

But they never expected that they had too little social experience and were stopped by Xu Wang and the boss at the door of the haunted house.

"We made an appointment in advance."

"I know." Xu Wang took out their tickets and looked at them for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly. "But your tickets are fake."