109 Sacrifice Corridor 23||Which unlucky guy should I choose on the fourth night?

Near dusk, Jing Ning climbed over the wall from somewhere and slowly appeared behind Yan Shuang. She looked so calm that one would think he had just gone for a walk and was standing under the shade of a tree waiting for the ceremony to end.

Everyone else looked drowsy, and after dinner, Lin Haichen said, "Let's go back and get some sleep tonight. Being out of spirits will only give those creatures a chance to take advantage."

Everyone accepted the proposal listlessly and didn't get a good night's sleep for three days.

Zhao Qifan was almost unable to bear it. It felt like he fell asleep every time he blinked. If any of these things, such as eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping, were not guaranteed, then everything else would be irrelevant.

Everyone dragged their tired bodies back to their rooms.

Yan Shuang returned to her room, closed the door, and fell on the bed. Listening to the small noises outside and the crying of the child, she closed her eyes and said, "Oh, this is so hard. Now that Wu Yaqi's suspicion has been completely ruled out, do you have any suspicions about anyone?"

Jing Ning placed his head on his lap and stroked Yan Shuang's hair. "No. Suspicion of each other is a taboo. That just fits the purpose of the game."

Yan Shuang: "That's right."

Jing Ning: "Are you sleepy? If so, go to bed early. There's nothing to search for now. The most important thing is the seventh day."

The two chatted back and forth like this until Yan Shuang's voice gradually became blurred. Soon, there was no more talking in the room and it became completely quiet, followed by the sound of even breathing.

The children outside the door were still playing and fighting, and beneath the cover of the noise, a barely perceptible rustling sound left the door.

The two people who were still asleep the previous second opened their eyes instantly and looked towards the door tacitly.

Yan Shuang immediately stood up and carefully opened the door a crack. There was nothing outside the corridor, and the other doors were also locked tightly. The sound just now seemed like an auditory hallucination.

He returned to the house and shook his head at Jingning.

Jing Ning curled his lips, holding something triangular in his hand, playing with it casually, "You're losing your temper so soon."

What they said this morning was also deliberate, with the purpose of pulling out the ghost hiding in the crowd. Since ghosts like to hide, they will do the opposite and let it jump out on its own initiative.

Now it depends on whether the ghost has any brains.

"If I were a ghost, I would definitely not rush to attack us tonight. Instead, I should divert everyone's attention and make myself transparent." Jing Ning continued.

Yan Shuang: "I'm really glad that I didn't choose you."

"But even if I were a ghost, I wouldn't kill you." Jing Ning pulled Yan Shuang over, held her in his arms, and placed a light kiss on her warm lips. "She's so beautiful, I must take her back to be my wife."

"You wish. It depends on whether I am willing or not." Yan Shuang took the thing from his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"I went up the mountain again during the day," Jing Ning said, "and this talisman paper is pressed in the crack of the rock where we went last time."

Yan Shuang opened it and found a Taoist talisman that was exactly the same as the one on Wu Yaqi. It was obvious that they were made by the same person.

"This is the second verification method." Jing Ning said.

"I still don't understand." Yan Shuang folded it along the crease. "It's normal to have this kind of talisman paper in the temple, but it's originally a Yin temple. Does it need a house-guarding talisman?"

Who to suppress?

Jing Ning was lost in thought, clutching the talisman. There was nothing wrong with the talisman; the problem was that it had appeared where it shouldn't have. A temple filled with ghosts and goblins, yet it chose to use a talisman to protect its home—wasn't that a contradiction?

On the other side, Zhao Qifan and his roommate fell asleep on the bed as soon as they entered the room. He was awakened by the urge to urinate and then he opened his eyes drowsily. He was a little dazed from the sleep.

The aftereffect of staying up late is that the brain seems to have crashed, and you forget where you are and what you are doing.

Zhao Qifan slowly sat up from the bed, feeling his body a little heavy and stiff. He shook his head gently, trying to make himself more awake.

After a while, consciousness gradually returned. The person next to me was still immersed in a sweet dream and showed no signs of waking up.

Zhao Qifan moved his body carefully, afraid of waking up his sleeping companion. He slowly stretched his feet under the bed and stepped lightly on the ground.

His footsteps were light, making almost no sound, as he walked to the toilet, quickly fulfilling his physiological needs and emptying his stomach of water.

When he came back and was about to go back to sleep, his eyes inadvertently fell on the wall where the photos were hanging.

The night seemed frozen, and outside the window, there was not even a breath of wind. The original position of the photo remained as it was in my field of vision.

He stood there hesitating for a while. A cold wind blew from somewhere, lifting the strands of hair on his forehead. The sudden chill made him shiver all over. The light in the room was already dim. Zhao Qifan saw the spark on the incense above flash twice and burn even more vigorously.

Zhao Qifan comforted himself psychologically: I was just scaring myself, nothing happened.

With a "click".

It was the sound of something falling.

Zhao Qifan was startled. Before his brain could react, his eyes had already looked in the direction of the sound.

What fell down was a picture hanging on the wall.

Zhao Qifan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't see a ghost in an instant. He walked over and picked up the photo.

There was a little dust on the photo frame. Zhao Qifan brushed off the excess dust with his hand and found a screw hanging on the photo frame. He thought the screw must have been loose and fell off.

Just as he was about to put the photo back on the platform, his vision caught the photo and he suddenly froze, staring at the photo with astonishment on his face.

He clearly remembered that the previous photo was of this room, empty. But the picture in the photo now looked completely different: it was still the same room, but with two people in wedding attire.

It can be clearly seen from the photo that it was obviously the wedding day. In the photo, the two of them were sitting neatly on the edge of the bed, just like the first time they came to this room.

Zhao Qifan screamed, threw the photo away as if he'd been electrocuted, and fell to the ground. He had just finished using the restroom, but now he felt a strong urge to urinate again, as if fear had crawled up his spine, causing him to completely lose control of his body.

A warm current flowed across his thighs. He could no longer care about so much and struggled to get up from the ground.

Suddenly, the brand new candle on the dais inexplicably ignited on its own. The flame danced in the darkness, casting shadows of everything in the room on the ground.