Chapter 44: Are you happy to earn money with blood? (22) Gongbu Eyes...
After confirming that something was wrong, Gongbu straightened his face and walked into the lounge.
"...Master!" The two disciples looked panicked and wanted to stop him at the same time, but Gongbu had already stepped into the lounge.
They had no choice but to follow him in with pale faces. Thinking that they had just figured out the rules and passed the ghost story without any damage, they both calmed down a little.
They should be safe if they come in again, and they should be able to protect Gongbu.
As long as the rules don't change...
This thought came to them at the same time, they shuddered at the same time, and then they quickly suppressed the thought at the same time, for fear that this wild fantasy would become some kind of "ominous premonition" and become a prophecy.
The three ghosts saw the panic of the two men clearly. Si Ling felt a little regretful that he could not come up with a brand new set of rules to let them experience the excitement of the major version update. He could only flip his right hand and throw out two paper figures according to the original plan.
Two paper figures made of rice paper floated slowly past the room between the master and his two disciples, flew to the corner of the lounge, and disappeared without a trace.
Then, Si Ling looked at the SAN value bars above the two disciples' heads.
Although they had not violated any rules and thus had not triggered any terrifying scenes, they were inevitably startled throughout the entire process. Even though nothing had happened from the beginning to the end while they were completing the level, they could not stop themselves from imagining all sorts of scenes. As a result, their SAN values had still dropped to 70% by the time they had completed the level.
Now that Gongbu has come to maintain order, it is like a reassurance to them, and the SAN value has therefore risen back to 80%.
Si Ling saw that they had left safely and had no intention of hunting them down, but since they had returned to the lounge...
As Si Ling collected the ghost story unnoticed, he thought: Let it be. Although the two of them are not the main targets, it doesn't matter where they die or whether they die or not, but it's also good to make the best use of them.
As far as the eye could see, Gongbu walked around the lounge and then sat down on the sofa placed against the west wall.
Compared to the panic of his two disciples when they first discovered the rules of the kaidan, Gongbu, as a master, remained quite composed. He sat down and calmly waved to the two disciples, "Come here, sit down, and tell me what happened."
The two disciples looked at each other, walked over nervously, and sat beside him, one on the left and one on the right.
The one on the left named Jianzan spoke first: "We came in to rest just now and went to the bathroom first. When we came out, we saw a set of rules on this coffee table." Jianzan pointed to the rectangular coffee table made of high-quality rosewood in front of Gongbu. There were no rules on the coffee table.
He continued, "Dunzhu and I don't quite understand these things, but there was a singer present, a family member of one of our believers. She said she had seen something similar in Xiaojiangshu..."
Gongbu's eyes were stern: "Where is she?"
"...dead," Dunzhu said stiffly on his right. Seeing Gongbu's sullen expression, he hurriedly explained, "It had nothing to do with me and Jianzan! She said she'd seen this kind of plot in Xiao Jiang's book and thought it was a prank, so she crumpled up the rules and tried to throw them in the trash."
The trash can was diagonally opposite where they were sitting, in the corner of the east wall.
Gyaltsen looked at the trash can and said, "She was halfway there when something went wrong. She suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed. Dunzhu and I were startled and rushed over to see what happened to her. We saw her suddenly roll over and lie face down, spitting out black blood and laughing wildly as she vomited..."
Jianzan shuddered visibly when he thought of the singer's twisted limbs and the hideous smile with his mouth full of black blood.
Gongbu asked again: "Where is the body?"
Now in this area from the sofa to the trash can, not to mention the corpse, there is not even a drop of blood. If Gongbu had not personally sensed the existence of the Yin energy, he would probably suspect that they were lying and shirking responsibility.
Dunzhu said hoarsely, "She... kept laughing and vomiting blood. The amount of blood she vomited... I think she vomited out all the blood in her body, and then all kinds of... I don't know if it was bile or something, and finally her internal organs. We watched her vomit out her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and even after casting several spells, it was useless."
"Then she began to vomit out... sinews, bones, and flesh, piece by piece, straight and straight until..." Dunzhu couldn't continue, for the final image of the singer remained before his eyes: she had vomited until her entire body was empty, physically empty. They watched helplessly as the blood, organs, and flesh on the ground quickly completed the process of decay—from growing bacteria and maggots to drying up and weathering, and finally turning into smoke and dust and disappearing without a trace.
During the entire process, the decoration and lighting in the lounge had not changed at all, but the death of the female singer gave the place a layer of horror. The blood, flesh, internal organs and disgusting smell mercilessly attacked Jianzan and Dunzhu's vision and sense of smell.
But when the smoke and dust settled, the entire lounge suddenly became bright and clean again, so clean that it seemed as if the horrific scene just now was just a nightmare for Jianzan and Dunzhu.
…For that brief moment, they really wanted to believe it was just a nightmare.
But when they turned around, they saw a brand new set of ghost story rules quietly placed on the coffee table.
Both of them were paralyzed on the spot.
Gongbu sank for a moment, then stood up and went to the restroom in the northeast corner of the lounge. The two disciples were about to follow him when they heard him say, "Wait here."
Jianzan and Dunzhu looked at each other and subconsciously wanted to say that they knew the routine here better, but the desire to survive defeated everything and made them both swallow the words back into their stomachs.
Gongbu walked into the bathroom alone and cast the spell he had recited outside the lounge again. As expected, he saw that the bathroom was also filled with a layer of yin energy.
He looked around. This restroom in the lounge was actually rarely used because it was too small. It only had a toilet and a sink, and looked just like an ordinary household bathroom.
Therefore, when there are not many people in the manor, no one has to go to the top floor of the main building No. 22 to use the restroom in the lounge; when there are a large number of people attending an event, the guests' first choice naturally becomes the public restrooms on the 21st and 22nd floors, and no one has to queue up there.
The reason why Jianzan and Dunzhu came here just now was that they were drunk and too lazy to go out, and there happened to be no one here.
To put it bluntly, this is a design flaw caused by poor consideration.
This characteristic makes the bathroom lack some "popularity". For ordinary people, this is a feeling that is difficult to describe, but most people can feel it - when people walk into a room, if the room is rarely visited, even if it is cleaned very cleanly and decorated very warmly, people will still have a subtle sense of strangeness. This strangeness will make everyone understand: well, no one usually comes here.
Only those who practice cultivation fully understand the reason for this strange feeling—a 20% reason is that inaccessible places lack yang energy, making ordinary people feel cold. Furthermore, such places are also more conducive to the sheltering of things invisible to mortals—not necessarily demons or monsters intent on harming people, but mostly small creatures living peacefully like mortals. Some even have no fixed appearance, merely traces of spiritual or yin energy condensed by chance between heaven and earth, finding a place to call home based on intuition, where no mortal life can sense them.
Those in the industry use spells to summon and control these creatures, similar to how Sun Wukong summoned the Earth God in Journey to the West. However, practitioners' magical powers cannot be compared with Sun Wukong's, and the supernatural creatures they summon cannot compare with the Earth God. They can only perform basic tasks.
For example, providing information.
Gongbu stared at the mirror in front of the sink and murmured a spell: "The sky is clear and the earth is bright, and the spirits will appear."
Ah Zhui, who was floating not far behind him, chuckled. She turned her head to look at Si Ling with a complicated expression: "You guessed it right..."
Bad guys don’t think they are bad guys, so Gongbu really has no idea of the terrifying nature of the Tumba family.
——It is true that this restroom lacks popularity due to its remoteness, but the heinous evil deeds committed by the Tumba family over the years would make even ghosts bow down to them. What kind of evil spirits would dare to settle down in their territory?
Therefore, it is completely impossible for Gongbu to summon anything. How embarrassing would that be?
Si Ling thought jokingly: Fortunately she is here, Gongbu should really say thank you to her.
Gongbu waited quietly in front of the mirror. Not long after, he saw two white mists the size of ping-pong balls appear in the air a few meters behind him.
These spirits were so small and insignificant that they were often invisible to the naked eye, but the mirror could reflect their appearance. Gongbu had no intention of turning back and just watched them in the mirror.
But to Gongbu's surprise, the two balls of white mist quickly expanded and grew. In the blink of an eye, they grew from ping-pong balls to the size of basketballs. Then, they continued to expand, only stretching vertically, becoming two oval balls of mist about the height of a person, with vague limbs visible.
Such a monster actually appeared in the manor?!
Gongbu was a little surprised, because as a human being, although he could not see these things directly like ghosts, he should have some sense of the spirits of his level. It seemed that he did not know of their existence until this moment.
...It's time to accept your age.
Gongbu was inexplicably emotional for a moment, but when he saw the two clouds of mist floating towards him, he calmed his thoughts and prepared to ask seriously who was causing trouble here.
However, the two groups of human-shaped white mist summoned by him seemed to be completely unaware of the existence of him as the summoner. They floated to a position half a step behind him and then turned right, floating quietly towards the bathroom door, as if intending to leave.
Gongbu was stunned and recited the spell again, but they still had no reaction.
They continued to float towards the bathroom door, and in the process, they continued to appear. The originally blurry limbs gradually became clearer, and traces of clothes gradually appeared on their bodies.
That is a national costume that is not unfamiliar to Gongbu. It is a wide-waisted, long-sleeved cotton robe that reaches the ankles. The neckline and cuffs are embroidered with eight treasures. The headdress and earrings are silver, with a bold style, inlaid with turquoise. The apron tied around the waist is made of five-colored cloth strips, like a rainbow.
Gongbu's eyes were slightly sharp and suspicious.
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