The car drove through an abandoned village covered with weeds. The low collapsed earth walls were looming, and occasionally there was some garbage abandoned here at some unknown time, which added a touch of horror.

Xu Nuo got goosebumps all over his body. The surroundings were eerily quiet. Reluctantly, he opened the barrage again. It was the same as always, all shouting "wife." The live broadcast room already had nearly 100,000 people, probably because Jiangbei No. 14 was too famous.

The time displayed on the mobile phone screen was already five fifty. The late autumn sky had become completely dark, and a cold wind blew around from time to time.

"Horse Monkey Soju: I'm scared even through the screen, honey, you should go home"

Xu Nuo also wanted to go home, but he had to complete the plot mission points issued by the system, so he continued to drive deeper until a magnificent courtyard appeared in his sight.

"Ahem... Jiangbei No. 14, here we are."

Xu Nuo's hands were shaking badly, but he still pretended to be calm and reported to the audience in the live broadcast room in real time.

"I'm getting off..."

Xu Nuo put on his small backpack and got out of the car carrying a flashlight and a telescopic baton.

The gate of Jiangbei No. 14 showed no trace of age-worn erosion. The carved pepper pattern on the doorknocker remained vivid, glaring at those who passed through, as if the house was still inhabited and diligently maintained. From the outside, one could see the thousand-year-old locust tree in the yard, so tall that two people couldn't hug it. The locust tree was lush and leafy, growing beautifully, completely shading half the sky in the yard, dividing the inside from the outside.

Xu Nuo shuddered and put his hand on the door.

With a creaky sound, the heavy iron door was easily pushed open, like a silent invitation. Xu Nuo's pupils constricted as he looked at the hand on the door. Only he knew that he hadn't put much force on it.

"66, I'm scared..."

666 was silent for a long time and did not appear as usual.

Xu Nuo stood in front of the door, neither going forward nor backward, but 666 still did not respond.

Thinking that his lover was inside the door, Xu Nuo gritted his teeth and stepped into the room.

As he walked in, the iron door that had just been wide open suddenly closed with a loud bang. Xu Nuo was startled and jumped up. He turned around and pushed the door, but the two heavy iron doors seemed to be welded together and did not budge at all.

"Woo...what the hell? Don't scare me!" The poor young master grabbed the flashlight and swung his baton with his other hand, waving it at the air in a feigned ferocity. The comments were even more lively, and the live broadcast room was already approaching half a million people.

"Ghost: Why are you putting on a performance to liven things up?"

"SRDS's wife looks even more delicate when she's scared"

"Wife, my destined wife, please leave now. How will I live if something happens to you?"

"Am I the only one who is afraid of the iron gate just now?"

"There are really honest people. They are all doing it for the live broadcast effect."

Xu Nuo burst into tears, "This is not a script!"

The comment just now had to contradict him: It’s not a script, but you keep moving forward and dithering.

Xu Nuo gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I... of course I will move forward. I don't need you to teach me."

There was no light coming from the main room inside, and even with a flashlight, it was still pitch black. Xu Nuo managed to gather his composure and took small steps closer.

The windows of the main house had very simple carvings, very similar to the ones in the palace fighting dramas that Xu Nuo's mother loved to watch. Every pattern was carefully carved. Xu Nuo was fascinated by the observation unconsciously. His slender hand touched the window frame until the beam of the flashlight moved upwards, illuminating the entire wooden window.

On the window of the old house that has not been visited for a long time, there is a bright red "Xi" character pasted on it. The red paper-cut looks out of place in this house with gray, white and brown as the main colors. What's more, the paper-cut has not faded due to the sun and wind, and it is as bright as if it was just pasted on.

The vibrant red wedding character looked even more eerie under the light, its overly vivid color almost reminiscent of blood. Not only was the red wedding character on the window, but the flashlight's light also revealed the thick red gauze and curtains hanging on the porch, as if to announce that a wedding was imminent.

"Ah!!" Xu Nuo screamed, breaking the silence of the night. In panic, Xu Nuo instinctively stepped back, but missed the step and fell to the ground.

A burning dull pain came from his buttocks. Xu Nuo rubbed his eyes that were filled with tears, struggled to get up, and limped towards the door behind him.

The gate that was just not far behind me is now out of reach. It is clearly in my sight, but it is difficult to reach no matter what.

The barrage of comments scrolled rapidly, and this time more people believed the seriousness of the matter.

"Fuck, is this a ghost wall?"

"This is obviously a naked play with you."

"I'm so scared my wife is about to cry"

Xu Nuo's breathing was already uneven, the door was still out of reach, and 666 was silent, as if the signal was blocked.

The young master, who was laughed at by everyone, suddenly felt a surge of powerless anger. He walked up the stairs angrily and tore off the bright red wedding character on the stairs.

"I'll teach you to play tricks!"

"You'll... trap this young master!"

"Come out here if you dare!"

He tore off the paper-cut of the word "happiness" and tore it into pieces, throwing it hard on the ground. Still feeling unsatisfied, he jumped and pulled down all the hanging red gauze. The ancient locust tree in the courtyard suddenly moved without wind, making a rustling sound.

It sounds like a warning, but more like a sigh.

Xu Nuo didn't know, nor could he see, that around him were several figures dressed as ancient servants. Some held their heads in their hands, while others had knives stuck in their chests. These spirits, long dead for who knows how many years, were surrounding him with great interest.

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