After a moment of helpless rage, Mu Sicheng reluctantly compromised with Bai Liu's bad taste.

What can he do? If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't know he was being played. So let it be.

Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind the Paper Taoist. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving forward step by step in front of them.

Although there was a paper Taoist priest between them, this weird scene still made Mu Sicheng's scalp tingle. He was afraid that one of the people in front would suddenly turn around.

Halfway across the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to look at the horrific scene ahead anymore. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him.

Bai Liu held his breath and walked forward without looking around, his expression indifferent. Seeing Bai Liu so calm, Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Mu Sicheng was about to look away when he suddenly noticed a pale, dripping hand slowly emerging from the water on the bridge behind them, climbing up the bridge.

The hand soon brought the body up. The woman in white was crawling on the ground, her hair dripping with water. Her shoulders were twisted unevenly from side to side. Her posture was very unnatural, as if her bones were twisting in her shoulder joints, supporting her entire body.

The woman stood up slowly, holding her umbrella forward to cover the upper half of her face.

She walked forward in small steps on her tiptoes, moving very quickly. In the blink of an eye, she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng. A spine-chilling chill emanated from this woman, making it almost impossible for people to move.

The woman took two steps forward and leaned against Bai Liu's shoulder.

Mu Sicheng saw the moment the woman got close to Bai Liu, a weird smile appeared on the lower half of her face. The woman's slightly opened mouth was filled with black mud and water plants, which turned into sewage and overflowed from her lips.

Mu Sicheng was so shocked that he pinched Bai Liu's wrist fiercely. He felt a sense of oppression and danger from the woman behind him, which made him dare not even speak.

Bai Liu stopped and did not move forward. The woman leaned against Bai Liu's shoulders and neck, leaning forward, with her head lowered, and did not move.

Drops of water dripped from the woman's wet hair and fell onto Bai Liu's neck along the ends of her hair. The coolness spreading from her body became stronger and stronger, and even cold white air came out of Bai Liu's breath.

Mu Sicheng stood still in place, watching the paper Taoist in front of him ringing the bell and walking further and further away, but he did not dare to move at all.

His sixth sense told him that if he and Bai Liu ran down the bridge madly now, Bai Liu would definitely be caught by the bridge sacrifice ghost and drowned.

There were clearly only seven ghosts who died on the bridge. As long as they followed the Paper Taoist, the seven zombies would be just enough for them to cross the bridge. Mu Sicheng himself had actually crossed the bridge safely once by relying on this rule.

How come when it was Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a ghost suddenly crawled out from under the bridge? !

Mu Sicheng rolled his eyes quietly, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu with his peripheral vision. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his gaze over, the woman leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder slowly and gently raised her umbrella and leaned towards Bai Liu.

The lower half of the woman's face was pretty in shape, her skin was pale, and she had a smile on her lips. There was dark mud and sand gushing out of her mouth and nose all the time, and the gaps between her fingernails as she held the umbrella were also full of mud and sand. It was obvious that it was left over from her struggling, grabbing, and swallowing at the bottom of the river before she drowned.

The upper half of the face that is being revealed...

Mu Sicheng gasped when he saw this.

The woman had no upper face. Her skull was sunken and twisted from being hit, leaving little of it. Only half of her head was left, and only the cross-section above the bridge of her nose could be seen. The white, sieve-like bones were filled with mud and sand, which leaked out of her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black.

Bai Liu came into close contact with the ghost who died on the bridge with only half a head, but he remained unmoved. He calmly led the woman who was leaning on his shoulder and began to walk towards the bridgehead.

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu in astonishment as he saw him moving towards the bridge head. He was anxious and devastated. Mu Sicheng was afraid that making a sound would alarm the ghosts and zombies that died on the bridge in front and behind him, so he kept making gestures and mouthing words to Bai Liu.

"You will be dragged off the bridge once you reach the bridgehead!" Mu Sicheng was extremely anxious. He could not help but shudder when he saw the upper half of the ghost's face. "If you are dragged off by the bridge-sacrificing ghost and your head hits the bridge pier, you will die like her!"

Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, he has no body, so he will be fine even if he is dragged off the bridge, but Bai Liu is a living person! If he dies after being dragged off the bridge, he will really die!

Seeing Mu Sicheng gritting his teeth and reaching out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grabbed Mu Sicheng's wrist, then lifted the umbrella that the woman was holding for him, and signaled Mu Sicheng to look inside the umbrella.

A brand new yellow talisman was stuck to the inside of the umbrella, with the words "Body Binding Talisman" written on it.

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "Who posted this?"

the other end.

"Brother Kong, you are so thoughtful." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head and sighed, "In fact, I think that Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng would die as soon as they entered this tomb. You drew so many talismans and dug traps for them at every key node in this tomb..."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi and said, "What do you know? Winning without fighting won't make the show any good. If they die in the tomb mechanism, does that mean I won against them?"

"That's because the game killed them. It has nothing to do with me. So how can I absorb Bai Liu's popularity and get those who supported him to switch to me?"

"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were grim, "And he must die in my hands. Only this competition can allow me to enter the top 100 in popularity and get the gold medal of immunity from death."

"Otherwise, we'll go to Russell Cemetery later..."

When this name was mentioned, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his expression became even darker: "This guild is extremely evil. They might be able to find a team member who can restrain our two skills. They don't care about their lives. It's hard to beat them without the death-proof gold medal."

Yang Zhi chuckled twice: "So it's you, Brother Kong, who has thought things through. If it were me, I wouldn't have thought of putting a [Binding Talisman] on one of the ghosts who died on the bridge when we were crossing the ghost bridge, so that she couldn't get off the bridge with us and would be trapped on the bridge forever."

"You have blocked Bai Liu's only way out."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi with a little pride:

"In addition to sticking the [Disguise Talisman] like we did, there is another way to cross the bridge. That is to follow the paper Taoist. That thing will drive the seven zombie husbands of the bridge sacrifice ghosts across the bridge. Seven is the maximum number in this tomb, and there are at most seven bridge sacrifice ghosts on the bridge. After these seven bridge sacrifice ghosts find their husbands, they will not follow the body, and people can cross the bridge safely."

"So when I was crossing the bridge, I used the [Binding Talisman] to trap a ghost who died on the bridge, the eighth ghost who died on the bridge."

"This eighth bridge martyr will find her husband and climb up the bridge when the seven bridge martyrs are about to get off the bridge. This way, no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this bridge martyr that I specially prepared for him."

Kong Xuyang smiled smugly, his expression vicious: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left."

Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right who was holding an umbrella for him also followed him neither fast nor slow.

But the closer they got to the bridge, the more the expression on the lower half of the woman's face changed, from a smile with her lips curled up at the beginning, to pursed lips in silence, and now to a clear downward turn of the corners of her mouth. The woman turned half of her head and moved closer, "looking" straight at Bai Liu.

She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more resentful and gloomy.

The held-up umbrella initially only covered Bai Liu's head, but then it slowly sank, as if it was going to enclose Bai Liu's entire body in the umbrella.

After Bai Liu was almost completely enclosed in the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was stained with dense blood-red spots, just like the blood stains that fell on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped off a bridge with an umbrella.

The strong stench of corpses, water, and blood spread out.

Bai Liu poked her head out of the umbrella and looked at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed: Just listen to my instructions.

Before he finished his words, the woman's face appeared from behind Bai Liu. Her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but all she could make was a clicking sound of joints.

She spoke faster and faster, and the clacking sounds of her joints turning were so continuous that it gave people goosebumps. Even if only half of her face was shown, one could tell how resentful and hateful this woman's expression was.

Dirt, mud, and blood flowed out of her mouth.

Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the creaking sound of the joints stopped for a moment.

Then, Mu Sicheng saw through the umbrella that half of the shadow of the woman's head was gently pressing against Bai Liu's ear, her lower jaw slowly opened to an incredible angle, and the next second, a clicking sound rang out crazily.

Mu Sicheng, a ghost, was sweating profusely when he saw this.

Bai Liu has been possessed by the ghost of the martyrdom on the bridge. What can a mortal like him do to solve the problem?

The Paper Taoist drove the zombies and the ghosts who died on the bridge off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the bridge head was right in front of them!

The shadow of the woman cast on the umbrella was only half a head at first. As it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella moved and grew.

The blood on the umbrella gradually faded, left the umbrella and flew onto the shadow. The head absorbed the blood, and actually squirmed, growing the upper half of a face!

Mu Sicheng almost had a cardiac arrest. Of course, if he was in Bai Liu's perspective now, he might have already had a cardiac arrest.

What was on the umbrella was not blood at all, but pieces of flesh, broken bones, brains, and the upper half of the woman's face that had been splashed on the umbrella when she jumped off the bridge.

These things were attached to the inside of the umbrella, and as they approached the bridge, they flew from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene was played in reverse, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face.

The martyred ghosts repeat a cycle before death on the bridge.

The process from under the bridge to on the bridge is the afterlife, so they look like they are after death. The moment they walk from the bridge to the bridgehead and are about to jump off the bridge is the process before they were alive. During this process, they will return to their appearance before they were alive.

The woman in front of him finally completely recovered to her original appearance.