Chapter 567
Wen Xin: "!!!"
These rules are chilling to read. Not only are many of the words ominous, but some rules are also completely contradictory, or contain numerous pitfalls, both overt and covert.
For example, the first rule says that the owner of the old house should not be explored, but the third rule says that if you accidentally enter, you should pray and apologize. It seems very problematic. Wouldn't you die as soon as you pray?
Wen Xin remembered what Mo'er had said: her brother wouldn't allow anyone else to worship Him except her.
If you step into this pit, it could definitely be fatal, right?
Seventh, tenth... even a fool knows that an old house can't only house normal people, and the butler is even less likely to be on the side of the guests. The phrase "completely credible" should be seriously questioned.
The second rule says that one should not make noise in an old house, but the eighth rule says one should shout loudly... This is clearly contradictory.
There are also reports of companions disappearing only temporarily, people coming to find you if you don't attend the banquet, and other guests staying in your room... It's all so creepy.
The entire regulation paper exudes two words: eerie and frightening!
Wen Xin's little paws started to tremble, and her body felt a little weak.
The spirit gently and restrainedly supported her shoulders from behind, its warm and smiling voice soothing her unease and fear.
"It's just a set of rules for the game."
Game rules?
Wen Xin turned to look at Him blankly, "Huh?"
The old housekeeper, Mr. Song, explained with a smile, “Our old house is a key protected area for special cultural heritage. Every year, many tourists apply to come and visit, but the adults are of noble status, and others prefer quiet and do not like to be disturbed… Therefore, in order to protect the old house from damage and disturbance by outsiders, this set of rules was formulated.”
Nonsense!
What are the key cultural heritage protection areas? Why are so many tourists applying to enter?
If these words were known to those miserable adventurers who were forcibly thrown into haunted houses for a terrifying escape, they would cry, truly.
But Wen Xin was just a naive and innocent bride who knew nothing. How could she possibly notice something amiss in Butler Song's words, or have any ill intentions?
Xiao Jin: "..." Aren't you just spouting nonsense too?
The owner's immersive acting is truly admirable.
Wen Xin said, seemingly confused, "Oh, I see."
It turned out to be just a set of rules for playing the game.
As for why the old house doesn't like outsiders but is open to tourists, she imagined that with so many people living in the old house, they also need money to make a living.
Yes, that's it.
Wen Xin tried her best to brainwash herself, suppressing her terrible fear of ghosts, and also to establish a stable persona.
However, Wen Xin, holding up the regulation sheet, asked somewhat tremblingly, "Do...do I need to follow this too?"
The ghost said helplessly, "You're not a guest."
Butler Song also smiled and said, "The rules only apply to tourists. Madam is the mistress of the old house, and you are the rule setter. If you feel there are any problems with these rules, you can modify or add to them."
Wen Xin blushed slightly and couldn't help but look at the ghost.
His gentle and indulgent gaze seemed to say: You can do whatever you want.
Wen Xin put down the rule sheet, shook her head and said, "I don't understand the operation procedures of the old house either, so I won't interfere."
In a sense, the "tourist" and the old house are opposites. How could she possibly help the enemy to deal with her own home?
She was already being very restrained by not creating any more traps for those "tourists" in the rules.
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As Wen Xin emerged from the front hall, she saw a very tall pavilion. Old Butler Song explained that it was the Star-Picking Pavilion, the tallest building in the old mansion. Standing on it at night, one could almost reach for the moon and pluck the stars, and during the day, one could enjoy a panoramic view of the entire old mansion.
The Star-Picking Tower... that was a legendary building that Wen Xin could only see in myths and legends, which immediately aroused her curiosity.
The spirits, naturally unwilling to spoil her mood, took her hand and led her over to see it.
The Star-Picking Tower is really high. Wen Xin felt that if she climbed up on her own two legs, she might be completely exhausted by the time she got there, and then she wouldn't be able to enjoy the scenery.
She stared at the winding staircase, her beautiful eyes gazing longingly at the ghost, too embarrassed to admit that she couldn't climb it.
The ghost chuckled softly, "Close your eyes, I'll take you up."
Wen Xin's face instantly lit up with surprise, and she obediently closed her eyes.
She felt an arm wrap around her waist, and she was immediately enveloped in a sandalwood-scented embrace.
It's a little cold, but very reliable.
The feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively clutch His clothes tightly.
"Don't be afraid."
The voices of ghosts and spirits were clear and gentle in the wind.
The girl shook her head slightly. "With my brother here, I'm not afraid."
The ghost couldn't help but chuckle softly, and the vibration of its chest made her blush.
"Don't open your eyes yet..."
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the shy girl couldn't help but open her eyes, and even the ghosts and gods couldn't stop her.
Then……
Wen Xin opened her eyes wide in terror, cold sweat pouring down her back. All the strength in her body seemed to drain away in an instant. If it weren't for the ghost holding her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground by now.
My head... my head fell off! Aaaaaaah!
Wen Xin wanted to scream, but fear prevented her from making a sound, and she could only let her tears fall.
But soon, everything went black before her eyes, and the ghost gently turned her little head and buried it in His embrace.
The cool, subtle fragrance slowly dispelled her fear.
"It's nothing, just a little trick, don't worry."
When the spirit comforted the young bride in his arms, his words were gentle and tender, full of affection, yet...
The ghost playing with heads at the Star-Picking Tower was actually even more timid than Wen Xin. Its headless body lay prostrate on the ground, trembling like a sieve, while its head rolled to the side. Even Wen Xin dared not pick it up.
Holy crap, holy crap, this is going to be incredibly awesome!
It actually scared the young lady to tears!!!
The demon's eyes are so terrifying!
It's dying, it's dying, its ghostly life is about to end here, help—
The head-removing ghost swore on its severed head that if it weren't for fear of frightening the young lady again, it would have already vanished into thin air.
But you can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth. What to do? It doesn't want to die... Well, it's already dead, but it refuses to be reduced to ashes.
Driven by the fear of death, the headless ghost jolted awake, reacting swiftly to install a new head on himself, then transformed his original head into a paper doll's head, shouting:
"Madam, I was just practicing magic tricks at the Star-Picking Tower. Everyone was very happy when you came to the old house and wanted to hold a welcome ceremony for you. I am not very talented and have no other skills except for magic tricks. I did not expect to frighten you. I apologize."
Wen Xin, who had been trembling in the ghost's arms, froze. A magic trick?
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