The two ran over quickly, and as soon as they got close to the old building, the streetlights around the road started flickering.

The slightly cool night suddenly darkened and became eerie and terrifying, leaving only the old building with its lights on in front of you.

"Ghost Realm? It's over, it's terrible! If I had known it was this dangerous, I would have run away earlier!" The old man rushed forward two steps, suddenly sensed something was wrong, looked up, screamed, and fell to the ground in fright.

"Ghost Realm?" Upon hearing the old man's shout, Lin Feng immediately stopped. What should have been a small set of steps had turned into a winding gravel path leading into the depths of darkness.

"Hey, how could someone at our level possibly encounter a ghost with a ghost domain..." The old man couldn't hear Lin Feng's voice at all, his expression panicked, and he no longer had the leisurely look he had before.

"Entering the Ghost Realm is equivalent to entering a special scene, and ordinary escape tools won't work anymore!" With a wail, the old man's eyes turned ashen.

Lin Feng waved in front of the old man, tried to take a few steps on the gravel path in the darkness, looked back and saw that he was still under that old building, and asked, "How did you escape from the Ghost Realm before?"

The old man's ears twitched, and his dazed expression returned slightly. He turned his eyes and sighed, "It wasn't an escape. I accidentally wandered in and was dragged into playing mahjong by three ghosts. If I hadn't been afraid of dying and hadn't traded a few more years of my lifespan, I would have really lost there."

Lin Feng frowned and walked past the old man, showing no despair despite the man's words and actions: "It doesn't seem like it's an inevitable end."

"Death is inevitable? How can it not be inevitable? I've died several times already. What 80-year-old man can live for 100 years!" The old man immediately shouted, but then shrank his neck and shut his mouth.

As the saying goes, wealth should not be flaunted. Who wouldn't be tempted by the prospect of living to 100 years old? Besides, this is Nightmare Space. If that number were transferred to the workshop area, it could arm an ordinary person to the limit.

Lin Feng turned around in surprise. 100 years? How afraid of death is this old man, or is he planning something?

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng put his thoughts aside and stood at the top of the stairs to ask, "Is this place as fierce as that time you were there?"

"Well... alright, the place last time was filled with eerie winds, this place... it looks a bit off..." The old man pondered for a long time, then a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly realized: "Good heavens, I almost got fooled! This wretched place isn't the Ghost Realm!"

"What happened?"

"Smell it, smell it!" The old man walked around the stairwell, pointing and laughing heartily.

Lin Feng took a deep breath. There seemed to be a hidden fragrance in the air, which was not noticeable unless you tasted it carefully.

"If this were a ghost realm, how could there be any smell of smoke from my breath!"

"Uh..." Lin Feng's face immediately showed a hint of resentment. Ignoring the old man who was chuckling to himself, he went straight up the stairs.

The houses on the first floor and the second floor were both opened, but no one was there. However, the furniture on the second floor was overturned, indicating that a major battle had taken place.

The three-story house was forcibly opened, with half of the door lying on the ground. The inside was in a mess, and there was no one there.

They rushed up to the fourth floor. There seemed to be movement in the house on the left, with the sound of things falling. The door to the house on the right was still locked, and they couldn't hear anything, but a little light shone through the crack in the door.

Lin Feng pointed to the house on the left, and the old man immediately nodded. The two of them quickly moved closer and cautiously peeked out to see what was inside.

Everything inside the house was in complete chaos. Tables and chairs were all smashed to pieces. In the very center lay a little boy with a bruised and black face, three bullet holes piercing his chest, from which black blood flowed all over the floor.

"Dead?"

The old man glanced around, exhaled a puff of smoke that drifted towards the little boy, and then confirmed, "Dead."

Just then, a series of loud crashes came from the house behind them, accompanied by an extremely sharp scream. The door that was blocking their way was smashed to pieces, scattering everywhere.

She's a schoolgirl!

The schoolgirl, dressed in a school uniform and with disheveled hair, had transformed into a monstrous demon with blood flowing from all seven orifices. She was grabbing a bald middle-aged man, pinning him to the ground, and frantically devouring his body.

Lin Feng's heart tightened as he saw the bald man pull a pistol out from under his clothes.

"Quick, help her!"

Lin Feng lunged forward, extending two demonic claws to grab the bald man's hands. The old man, a step slower, exhaled a large puff of smoke, which surged towards the bald man's limbs like waves.

Having regained some strength, the student girl let out another sharp scream, raised her swollen demonic claws, grabbed the bald man's head, and opened her mouth to bite down.

"Successfully participated in the kill of the vengeful ghost Ye Qidong, Nightmare Points +30"

"Task 3: Clear out the ghosts 1/10"

It really is Ye Qidong!

Lin Feng sprang to his feet, glanced at the soul whose head had been bitten off, walked past the student girl who was tearing at him, and stepped into the house.

The house exuded an old and worn atmosphere; the walls were cracked and almost falling off, and the floor was worn and creaking. The man in the suit had been shot in the chest and fell among the clutter by the window. The woman in the combat uniform had been shot twice in the forehead and fell between a pane of glass. There were claw marks on the surrounding walls, and various sophisticated research equipment were scattered in the center of the house.

Approaching the corpse, Lin Feng's gaze inadvertently swept over the man in the suit's fingers before turning and walking deeper into the house.

Suddenly, the female student took the spot and entered a room with the door wide open, picking up the sniper rifle that had fallen to the ground.

Lin Feng stopped and turned around to see Ye Qidong's shattered soul fragments at the door.

The fragments vaporized in the air, which the old man waved away, and he walked in with a look of disgust.

"Hiss, they're all dead? Those three grandsons, I should have told you not to go." The old man sighed. It was good that they were dead, but too many of them died at once. But it's good that the little girl is alive.

The female student came out carrying a sniper rifle. The old man glanced at her and then looked around at the messy equipment in the room before asking Lin Feng, "Kid, do you see anything else of value?"

Lin Feng shook his head. The most valuable thing here was the gun, but its value varied slightly depending on the person. The seven or eight bullet holes on the student girl's body, from which black blood was still oozing, were evidence of that.

Her body had become immune to most of the guns.

After briefly looking around the other rooms and glancing at the dark sky outside, Lin Feng stood at the window.

The sky outside grew increasingly dark, and a faint, eerie wind, carrying the dark hues characteristic of the ghost realm, began to blow, coiling around him. The untraceable thread that had been there since he entered the house seemed to connect to something that made him tremble, extending into an even deeper distance.

There's a ghost in this place!

Lin Feng's hands and feet were ice cold when he suddenly heard the sound of boiling water.

Glug! Glug!

Glug! Glug!

The sound of boiling water was especially clear in the quiet room. As the steam pushed the kettle lid open, one could imagine the scene without even seeing it.

The sound of the kettle lid being opened rang out, and they seemed to vaguely see a figure appear in front of the kettle, open the lid, and put their hand inside.

Hiss! Lin Feng's arm twitched; the pain had truly appeared in his arm.

"You brat, get out of here!"

With a low shout from the old man, Lin Feng's body was pulled by an external force, and he returned to the doorway in a wisp of white smoke.

Before he could even stand properly, Lin Feng quickly pulled up his sleeve, revealing that his arm was covered in red scars.

The old man next to him frowned, his expression equally grave. A scar had appeared on his arm, but since he had left the room earlier, his injury was not as deep as Lin Feng's.

"Click".

The student girl who hadn't left the room dropped her sniper rifle, and as soon as the muzzle fell, she approached the kitchen, her face still bleeding, step by step.

Suddenly, an old woman dressed entirely in gray and white appeared in the kitchen.

The old woman, dressed in surgical scrubs, stood in front of the stove in the kitchen, one hand with half an IV tube inserted, the other hand reaching into the rising steam from the stove, grabbing at the boiling water.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

The sound of boiling water amplified in their ears, and the old woman's shoulders twitched. Three pure black, eerie threads fiercely emerged from her body, weaving through the living room and heading towards the three of them.

"retreat!"

Lin Feng gave a low shout, took a few steps up the stairs, grabbed the handrail, and flipped down the stairs.

The old man was not slow at all. Before Lin Feng could remind him, a large amount of smoke gathered under his feet, and he flew to the stairwell window as if riding the clouds.

The student who reacted last hesitated for a moment, but upon hearing Lin Feng's command to retreat, she immediately abandoned the old woman in front of her, dodged the black, eerie threads, and rushed towards the door.