"So, on the seventh day, you people from Yinshan Village are needed to guard it." He Daniu said. He walked up a mountain road, propped up his knees and took a short breath. He muttered to himself, "If we outsiders come to guard it, something strange will happen sooner or later."

Bai Liu stepped forward to support He Daniu: "What strange thing will happen?"

He Daniu was silent again, and after a long while, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Now that everyone is dead, you are the only few remaining in Yinshan Village. There is nothing to hide. It doesn't hurt to tell you."

"This Yinshan Village is not only xenophobic, but also has many strange customs. I am not from here, but I have heard a lot about them because they are really too bizarre."

He Daniu looked at the mountain road covered with floating paper money and fell into memories:

"No one in Yinshan Village has a good ending. There are all kinds of ways to die, such as being hit by falling bricks, choking on bones while eating, etc. But the most common is drowning. There are several people drowning in the ponds outside every year."

"This is not the most bizarre thing. The most bizarre thing is the burial customs of Yinshan Village."

"If someone drowned, Yinshan Village would bury them in a coffin and shrouds as normal. If the person did not drown and was an unmarried woman, Yinshan Village would have the deceased woman wear wedding gowns and bury her in a wedding sedan chair with great fanfare, gongs and suonas."

"They also like to bury people together, that is, people who died together recently will be buried on the same day. If there is a person who drowned and an unmarried girl who died suddenly during that period, then the wedding sedan and coffin will be buried together, and the red and white events will be held together."

"How can you do that..." He Daniu shook his head repeatedly, "When a newlywed is buried, the five reds are present, red face, red clothes, red sedan chair, red shoes, and red rouge. When a person is buried by drowning, the five whites are present, white clothes, white pants, white shoes, and white paper money. When these two things collide, it will become a curse, and the person being buried will never be reborn."

He Daniu sighed: "The ancestors of Yinshan Village have been buried like this. I wonder how many resentful souls have been buried in this land."

"But I am just being superstitious." He Daniu turned around and looked at Bai Liu. "You young people shouldn't believe in this, right?"

He Daniu did not wait for Bai Liu to answer and continued: "It's okay if you don't believe it. If you don't believe it, you won't be able to communicate with ghosts and gods. If you don't believe it, you won't be able to see it."

"But if you believe in it, don't be afraid when you see these things. Just don't offend them. They won't easily take the initiative to hurt people."

He Daniu looked at Bai Liu deeply and said, "If you harbor evil in your heart and deliberately offend them, then you will never be able to escape from Yinshan Village even if you go to heaven or hell."

"This land is filled with evil spirits that have been trapped for hundreds of years. I advise young people like you who don't know your place to be careful."

After saying that, He Daniu, without even looking at Bai Liu's expression, pushed away Bai Liu's hand that was supporting him, and limped on up the mountain with his hands behind his back.

"Come with me." He Daniu said without turning his head, "We are almost there where your ancestors kept their bodies."

Bai Liu looked into the distance along the mountain road that He Daniu was walking on, and saw a temple covered with white cloth not far away. When he got closer, he found that it was a Taoist temple.

There are seven or eight wreaths placed at the door of the temple, with two long elegiac couplets hanging on both sides of the wreaths. Walking inside, there is a statue of Sanqing Yuanshi Tianzun enshrined in the center of the temple. The statue looks very old, but there is no dust or peeling paint on it, and there are many traces of repairs, which shows that it has been well cared for.

At this moment, the statue was holding the floating dust with its eyes slightly narrowed, as if it was looking at Bai Liu and his group who were walking in.

The temple was filled with incense, with candles and incense sticks burning. A strong smell of incense oil wafted in the air. Seven coffins were lined up outside the incense stand in front of the statue, each supported by two wooden benches.

As soon as He Daniu came in, he lit three incense sticks, bowed three times respectfully to the statue, and then lit them.

"Gods and ghosts." After lighting the incense, He Daniu turned around and looked at Bai Liu, "Remember this, don't burn the incense wrong when you burn it for the Taoist master, otherwise if something happens, the Taoist master will not bless you little bastards who have forgotten your ancestors."

Mu Sicheng leaned close to Bai Liu's ear and whispered, "What does 'Gods Three and Ghosts Four' mean?"

Bai Liu explained softly, "It's a common setting in Chinese horror games. You burn three incense sticks for the gods and kowtow three times. You burn four incense sticks for the ghosts and kowtow four times."

Mu Sicheng asked solemnly, "What if we burn it wrong?"

Bai Liu's eyes flickered across the seven coffins: "I guess we're about to awaken the things in these coffins and start the chase."

Mu Sicheng looked horrified and muttered a few words "God three, ghost four" in a low voice.

"Come here." He Daniu waved to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng, who was saying in fear, "What should I do if there's a number four in my name?" over.

He Daniu saw Bai Liu coming over and patted the coffin: "Look at this."

Bai Liu lowered his head and looked at the surface of the coffin. There were four bells tied to the four corners of the black lacquered coffin. The four bells were strung together by several thin red strings, one horizontally and one vertically across the surface of the coffin.

A talisman was pasted where the red lines crossed, with some patterns of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes painted on it in cinnabar, and three large characters written in cursive at the top - [Ansha Curse].

He Daniu raised his head and looked at Bai Liu: "Do you see the yellow talisman pressed on the cross red line? This is the [Ansha Curse] drawn by a Taoist priest nearby. It is used to suppress the water corpse in the coffin. Don't take it off."

Bai Liu glanced at the talisman and asked, "What will happen if I take it off?"

He Daniu looked at Bai Liu steadily and said, "All of your ancestors are in this coffin. They all died at a very old age. Logically, it should be a happy death. Even if there is an evil spirit, it should not embarrass you, the ancestors who are related by blood."

"But the bad thing is that they fell into the water and died when they went up to the mountain to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival."

He Daniu looked at the coffin and said, "There have been resentful spirits trapped in Yinshan Village for who knows how many years. The Qingming Festival is when they come out to roam. Your ancestors were stained with a lot of resentment from the previous resentful spirits, and they died by drowning. Water represents Yin, and water ghosts like to find substitutes."

"What do you think will happen if you remove this spell?"

He Daniu's pale face revealed a permeable smile: "Of course, your good grandfather and good grandmother pulled me in to be a substitute."

Mu Sicheng shivered at the laughter and subconsciously took half a step back.

Bai Liu was as steady as a mountain, and asked calmly, "Do you have more of this [Ansha Curse]?"

He Daniu turned around and bowed to the statues of the Three Pure Ones in the temple again. Without even turning his head, he replied to Bai Liu, "No more."

"Now, apart from the older generation like us, who still believes in this? Few are willing to spend money to hire a Taoist priest. Only the people of Yinshan Village still believe in this. The temples are popular, and there are several small shops selling yellow talismans and cinnabar."

"But later on, the number of people in Yinshan Village decreased, and these small shops closed down a long time ago. These talismans were left in the village by the Taoist priest before he left."

He Daniu turned around tremblingly and said in a deep voice:

"The Taoist said that Yinshan Village would be in chaos in the coming years, so he left us these [Ansha Curse], saying that although it cannot resolve the chaos, it can at least delay it for a while. He also came to our village and told us not to get close to Yinshan Village in the near future, as it is easy to cause trouble."

"Not long after that Taoist left, something happened to your grandpa and grandma, and these spells came in handy."

He Daniu looked at Bai Liu intently and said, "The talismans left by the Taoist priest are exactly seven, not one more, not one less. And the number of your deceased ancestors is also exactly seven, not one more, not one less."

"Seven talismans, seven coffins, the soul returns on the seventh day..."

"In Taoism, seven is the extreme of yin and yang, and the number of repetition. It means that the yin and yang energies of things converge at this number, and past events come back." He Daniu looked at the statue of the Three Pure Ones with a gloomy expression and shook his head. "What happened in the past will happen again, and human power cannot stop it."

"If you hear the bells ringing at the four corners of the coffin, don't run away. It's more dangerous outside. Stay here and Master Dao may be able to save your life."

As he spoke, He Daniu looked up at the sky outside, raised his flashlight and walked outside: "It's getting late, I have to leave. If it gets any later, I won't be able to leave."

Mu Sicheng wanted to reach out and grab He Daniu, this NPC who looked very useful, to stop him from leaving, but he only grabbed the fluttering corner of He Daniu's clothes.

"Don't keep people who shouldn't stay, and they can't be kept, just like people who shouldn't leave, and they can't leave either..." He Daniu said in a vague voice as he walked out unsteadily. His movements seemed slow, but his back quickly disappeared in the mist.

"If you have any problem, please ask for help. It's dark now. Don't walk through the weir. It's not safe..."

As soon as He Daniu left, the lights in the temple that were originally bright flickered, and a cold wind blew past, and the brightness was reduced by several degrees due to air pressure.

Mu Sicheng asked quietly: "Bai Liu, how credible do you think what He Daniu said is?"

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and looked at the talisman on the coffin: "You can trust it completely."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Why? What is the identity of this He Daniu?"

"He should be the Taoist priest." Bai Liu said calmly, "This is a very obvious Chinese horror dungeon that uses Taoism to fight against ghosts and gods. The NPC at the beginning is so familiar with Taoist information and gives many friendly hints. This is usually the setting of a hermit master."

"The only hermit master we know of at the moment is the one he calls the Taoist Master, so my biggest guess is that He Daniu is that Taoist Master."

Mu Sicheng stood beside the statue, far away from the coffin, and asked, "I feel like this He Daniu wants to help us, and he's a Taoist master, so why is he leaving?"

Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at the statue behind Mu Sicheng: "Because he can't handle the upcoming situation."

"Animals will run away when they encounter danger, let alone humans."

Mu Sicheng felt a chill on the back of his neck after hearing Bai Liu's words, and he moved away from the coffin cautiously.

"But it's not completely hopeless." Bai Liu retracted his gaze and looked at Mu Sicheng, "He gave us a hint. See if there's anything hidden behind the statue."

Mu Sicheng agreed, and turned his human hand into a monkey's paw. He took a deep breath and reached behind the statue to dig.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi, who had been hiding behind the statue, smiled smugly at the same time when they heard Bai Liu ask Mu Sicheng to come over.

Because they had played this game before, they took a shortcut down the back mountain and did not go through the main gate to trigger the NPC He Daniu to follow the plot. Therefore, they arrived at the temple earlier than Bai Liu and the others and hid behind the statue earlier.

Yang Zhi gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up and sincerely praised Kong Xuyang with his mouth for his "foresight".

Kong Xuyang looked at the "Maoshan Talisman" in his hand and raised one corner of his mouth sinisterly.

Bai Liu is quite smart. His guesses about the game settings and the plot were exactly right.

He Daniu is indeed an old Taoist priest. He stayed here to guard the casket because he was afraid that people who returned would be harmed by the vengeful spirits here, so he stayed here specifically to remind people who were returning home.

However, since He Daniu himself was also under the surveillance of the vengeful spirit, he did not dare to give warnings blatantly. He could only rely on the protection of the temple to covertly provide players with some self-defense items.

Among the self-defense items that He Daniu left for the players, the most valuable one is the book "Maoshan Talismans" hidden under the statue.

With this book, even if the player has no skills or props, he can survive safely in this high-difficulty puzzle game.

But sorry, he has already got the book first.

This book is one of the important supports for Kong Xuyang to use his next plan, because after he activates the skill [Silence], neither Bai Liu nor he will be able to open the system panel.

Without this book, he would not be able to survive and complete this dungeon.

Kong Xuyang turned around and looked at Yang Zhi again, and mouthed, "Have you figured out what to do next? You use your skills first, and then I'll use them. Got it?"

Yang Zhi nodded solemnly.

Kong Xuyang's eyes were fixed, he made a one gesture with his hands, and mouthed: "One - two -"

"Three! Go!" Kong Xuyang shouted, and Yang Zhi and he jumped out from behind the statue at the same time and appeared in front of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng.

[System prompt: Player Silent Lamb vs. Player Bai Liu, Player Mu Sicheng uses his personal skill (Memory-Eating Lamb). This skill allows (Silent Lamb) to eat all of Player Bai Liu and Player Mu Sicheng's memories in this game, making the opponent forget who he is. The memory will be restored after leaving the game.]

[System prompt: Player Kong Xuyang uses his personal skill (Silent), and all players' system panels are frozen and cannot be used.]

A wave of white light flickered, and the system panel floating in front of Mu Sicheng quickly turned gray and froze, then shattered and disappeared. The game manager in front of him turned gray, like an ordinary coin.

The moment Mu Sicheng noticed two people jumping out from behind the statue, he turned around and wanted to run towards Bai Liu almost reflexively.

But before he could run over, the wavy white light swept across the back of Mu Sicheng's head. His eyes involuntarily went blank and his movements suddenly stopped.

The white light flashed across Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu's brains, and turned into a ring-shaped halo of light that was sucked back into Yang Zhi's mouth. Yang Zhi's belly swelled up instantly, and he burped with his bloated belly.

Mu Sicheng stared at his hands blankly, frowned and touched the back of his head, raised his head and looked around in confusion: "Where is this place?"

"Why am I here...?"

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then stepped forward to support Mu Sicheng, who was still a little dizzy from the skill he used and was staggering on the spot: "You are a live broadcast host in the wild, specializing in shooting supernatural videos of seeing ghosts!"

Mu Sicheng looked over blankly: "What is it?"

Kong Xuyang pretended to be angry and patted the bag on Mu Sicheng's shoulder: "Hey! How come you forgot who you are after drinking? Open the bag yourself and take a look."

Mu Sicheng opened his schoolbag dazedly and started looking.

There were several cameras, a folded tripod, two microphones, and two professional-grade cameras neatly placed in the backpack. In the small pocket was Mu Sicheng's work ID, which clearly read [Contracted supernatural live broadcast host on xx live broadcast platform].

Mu Sicheng was startled. He raised his work ID in confusion, looked at the photo of himself at work, frowned and asked, "Am I really a... supernatural live broadcast host?"

Kong Xuyang beside him smiled evilly: "Yes, this is your [identity]."

The most sinister thing about the game "Yinshan Village" is that it gives every player who comes in a particularly suicidal "identity" setting. Players must play this identity setting in the game. Once they do something that violates this identity setting, the difficulty of the game will rise sharply, and it is easy to encounter vengeful ghosts and be killed.

The last time Kong Xuyang entered this game copy, there were six people. One of the identities was [a supernatural live broadcaster who came to Yinshan Village]. The side quest of this identity was [to take pictures of the most terrifying ghosts].

As soon as Kong Xuyang saw Mu Sicheng carrying a big bag, he knew that Mu Sicheng had obtained this identity setting.

But the most difficult part of setting up an identity is...

Kong Xuyang turned his head with ill intention and looked at Bai Liu who was lying next to the coffin.

Bai Liu, Bai Liu, you are worthy of being called a lucky value of 0. You got the most difficult character setting in the dungeon I have completed.

Mu Sicheng seemed to have noticed that there was an unconscious person lying here. He stood up suddenly and subconsciously rushed over to help Bai Liu up. He shook her anxiously: "Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you!"

After shaking, Mu Sicheng paused strangely.

What's going on... Why is he so worried about this person he doesn't even know? He doesn't seem to be the type who is familiar with strangers, but why does he feel like this person is...

It seems like we have known each other for a long time.

But before Mu Sicheng could figure it out, Bai Liu had already woken up.

Bai Liu stood up naturally, as if he had never fainted, holding on to Mu Sicheng's shoulders. Mu Sicheng also naturally reached out his hand to help Bai Liu up, and put a small stool for Bai Liu to sit on and rest.

After helping him, Mu Sicheng paused again, and he slowly realized what was wrong.

Why is he so used to treating this person like a servant...

After Bai Liu woke up, he opened his backpack and looked for something on his own initiative without Kong Xuyang reminding him, and then nodded in understanding.

This overly normal behavior made Kong Xuyang look at Yang Zhi in surprise and doubt, questioning with his eyes - [Are you sure you have eaten Bai Liu's memory? ]

Yang Zhi was also very surprised to see Bai Liu's usual relaxed behavior.

Yang Zhi patted his belly in confusion. After confirming that the memory he was digesting in his belly was indeed Bai Liu's, he widened his eyes and raised three fingers to assure Kong Xuyang - [I really ate Bai Liu's memory. ]

The memories that Yang Zhi ate entered his intestines and stomach in the form of "meat" and were digested. If the digestion was fast, Yang Zhi could still see something from the memory after digestion. This was also the reason why Yang Zhi often had confused memories before.

But if all the memories of a person were to be devoured, it would be like eating a whole cow for Yang Zhi. One game would not be enough time for Yang Zhi to digest it.

Therefore, Kong Xuyang only used Yang Zhi's skill to confuse the opponent, and could not use it as a skill to spy on intelligence.

But Yang Zhi was aware of the memories he had eaten. He said that he was digesting Bai Liu's memories, which proved that Bai Liu's memories were indeed eaten and he was a blank person with no memories.

Kong Xuyang retracted his gaze and took two tentative steps towards Bai Liu: "Bai Liu? Are you okay? Did you drink too much just now?"

Bai Liu looked up at Kong Xuyang: "I'm fine."

Kong Xuyang sat next to Bai Liu and comforted her with a look of pity: "Our grandparents are both dead. We are all here to worship our ancestors. We are in the same boat. Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad." Bai Liu took a book out of his bag, held it up and smiled, "Because it seems like I came back to do something bad."

There were seven sloppy brush strokes on the book that Bai Liu took out, which clearly read "Maoshan Evil Magic Manuscript".