"Ouch... these bloodstains dripping are really annoying."

Widow Wang complained in a voice that everyone could hear. She took two steps this way, stamped on the "bloodstains" under her feet, and then took two steps that way, scraping the dry ground a few times. The footsteps paced back and forth, urging them to move faster without being too obvious.

"Your house is so dirty, and you still complain about messing up your house."

The most colorful paper figure, wearing a long gown and a jacket, mocked her with its shrill voice that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female. She responded with even more impatient stomping sounds, and the floor tiles made a hollow thudding sound.

The paper-made body did not move at all, but its head turned behind it and it shouted coldly, "Get the sedan chair ready, and get going—"

On one side of the sedan chair was a pale and eerie soul-calling banner with red silk flowers tied to the banner. The collision of red and white looked weird no matter how you looked at it. Four paper-made sedan chair bearers, shaking their heads, carried the sedan chair and walked towards the back door.

The paper figure fell last, rustling its neck and looking back at Widow Wang in the darkness. There was a faint light in its dark eye sockets, and a mysterious and strange smile inexplicably revealed on its flat, pale face.

Widow Wang was completely unaware. She just stared at the bridal sedan, drooling with satisfaction.

The sedan chair creaked and shook, and the wedding procession moved very quickly, and was still two or three steps away from the door.

Widow Wang reacted suddenly, clapped her hands, and stomped her feet heavily, "Ouch!"

She rushed over and stopped the leading team, her voice suddenly rising as if she was arguing: "Where are you going? You're going the wrong way!"

After stopping these stiff-faced paper figures, she walked to the corner, cursing. She bent down, shouted, and used her strength to open the cellar door on the ground, which was almost the same color as the ground.

The door burst open, and a thick, choking cloud of dust blew in the face. It turned out to be an airtight cellar underground. Widow Wang patted the paper figurine lightly, but her cold palms did not show any warmth at all.

The words contained a hint of threat: "Be careful, if you walk around here...it will be bad if you get into trouble."

"Hehe...I forgot."

The paper man in the long gown and jacket spoke in a gloomy tone.

The wide, straight stone steps lead into the endless darkness, just enough to accommodate a sedan chair for four people.

The eerie procession left with drums and gongs beating.

Although the direction was clearly downward, the sedan chair was still able to maintain its straightness and fall in a parallel direction. The suona was high and piercing, and the wedding drum was muffled as if beating at the bottom of my heart, and the sound drifted away.

Until he could no longer hear anything, Jiang Ji couldn't wait to close the wooden door of the cellar, sat on the ground, collapsed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In a world full of ghosts, there is no room for slacking off.

Who would have thought that the back door of Widow Wang’s house was not the exit, but the real exit was actually this cellar.

These paper figures were also very cunning. They knew that they could not go through the door, but they still pretended to go through the door to lure her into the trap.

Fortunately, her abilities recovered a little bit, and the passive skill "Danger Warning" that had not returned for a long time suddenly took effect.

Just when everything was silent, Jiang Ji was dragged into the future.

She saw that as the wedding procession passed by, a cold wind coming from an unknown direction blew open the back door, and what appeared before her eyes was not a dirt road, but a thick, gray-black concrete wall.

The wall was thick and hard, and very close to the house, so the sedan chair couldn't pass through at all... This was clearly a dead end!

Jiang Ji was also surprised, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Before she could make the next reaction, a pair of blood-red claws reached out from the thick and deep darkness. With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, Jiang Ji was torn into pieces in the severe pain that swept across her body.

The picture shattered and Jiang Ji shuddered silently.

The paper figure in the long gown and jacket at the head had already told the other paper figures playing the flute and carrying the sedan to leave. Her palms, soaked in ice water, were cold; she had not yet recovered from the shock of death.

It is impossible that Widow Wang didn't know that this road was a dead end.

Jiang Ji knew that when the paper man opened the back door, that would be the day of her death.

If she died, the widow Wang who pretended to be the bride and Lu Yi in the closet would definitely be discovered.

There were so many weird things, and judging from the speed at which the paper mannequin of the steward tore her apart just now, she and the Scepter of Poseidon could not handle it.

His heartbeat had not yet calmed down, and Jiang Ji forced himself to think calmly.

She was sure that there was only this one door in the main hall. When she was looking for the rag just now, she didn't find any other doors. It couldn't be in other rooms either. Those doors were short and narrow, and the sedan chair couldn't pass through at all.

The room was dark, and Jiang Ji couldn't see if there were any other hidden mechanisms. She could only walk around pretending to rub blood, stamping her feet and rubbing her soles. She found that the sound here was hollow, not muffled. But she couldn't be sure, so she could only gamble with her life.

Fortunately...she made the right bet.

She could even hear the thumping of her heartbeat piercing her eardrums, and felt the room was filled with her pounding heartbeat.

Lu Yi climbed out of the closet, saying as he climbed, "Do you...do the superpowers in the Investigation Bureau usually have to take acting lessons?"

They had just overheard a few words between Widow Wang and the paper doll in the bridal sedan, but Jiang Ji had been able to act it out so vividly.

Lu Yi is a person who talks more when he is afraid. "And how do you know the real exit is underground?"

"I guessed that only the sound here is empty." Jiang Ji supported himself on the floor and stood up. "When encountering something strange, it's always a good idea to be more careful."

"Then the sound you made just now..."

It's exactly the same as Widow Wang.

Jiang Ji laughed and said, "I studied dubbing for a while."

Lu Yi gave a thumbs up in approval, "You guys at the Investigation Bureau are really versatile. You can't get in without some unique skills."

She finally understood why Jiang Ji received a higher evaluation than those top psychics in the previous rule ghost stories.

He is bold and careful, dares to think and act, and his train of thought is full of twists and turns... Who else would dare to use the cursed object as firewood, and dare to marry a ghost and perform a cat-for-prince substitution play?

Lu Yi thought back to the comments made by those people online after they saw Jiang Ji's photo. They all speculated that she got into the Investigation Bureau because of her good looks and spread rumors that she and Ying Huai were having an affair.

There was also someone who claimed to be a student of Tonghua University, who swore online that he had gone to the balcony to smoke late at night and saw Ying Huai and Jiang Ji kissing downstairs of the dormitory building, and his story was very detailed.