Yueya picked up the book and locked the door of the utility room: "Fei Fei, keep an eye on it for me. If anything gets close, alert me immediately."
“Meow!”
Next to the illustration, there is a detailed annotation that introduces the ghost that can take over the body of a living person and the method to crack it.
The book records that the eye in the palm allows the ghost to control the person it possesses, but it is also its weakness. As long as the eye is pierced, the ghost will not be able to move to another body and will inevitably die of exhaustion.
Yue Ya curled her lips. She hadn't found the weakness of the innkeeper yet, but she had found the weakness of the innkeeper's wife. That was good. The innkeeper's wife was not a pushover. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't turn hostile after the "cooperation" ended.
Yue Ya flipped through the book and found that it also recorded the Divine Blood Flower and the Curse-Breaking Flower. He read the annotations and found that they were similar to what they understood.
"This painting style seems familiar. Who is the artist?" Yue Ya frowned and scrolled down. She saw the portrait of the innkeeper.
The note next to it read "Soul Container (Defective Product)" and detailed the weaknesses of this defective product. Just like what the proprietress said, the innkeeper had a soul crack and was afraid of fire.
Yue Ya turned another page. This page showed an innkeeper in the form of an evil ghost. His dark skin was covered with dense black buds, like tentacles squeezed together. The most eye-catching thing was the cross-shaped crack on his chest. There was no flesh, blood, bones or internal organs under the crack, only thick darkness that could not be dissolved.
"How can an imperfect container have a perfect soul? In order to repair this ugly crack, it has to hunt for souls at midnight when the yin energy is at its strongest. Only living souls can fill its flaws. Hungry evil spirits are the most brutal and are most likely to reveal flaws..."
These were the original words in the annotation. Yue Ya looked at the illustration again. With his keen intuition about works of art, he was sure that he had seen other works by this author before.
Where is it? If it's in the game...
Yue Ya's brows furrowed as he thought of person number one - the artist Black Crow.
Although the painting style is different, Yue Ya was able to determine that this picture book was written by Hei Ya based on the brushstrokes and some details.
Black Crow is an NPC in the Undead Mall dungeon. In the end, he stood on his side and helped him defeat the boss of the previous dungeon.
"Why did Black Crow's work appear here? Why is she so familiar with these ghosts? Is there something in common between the copies?"
Yueya had a lot of questions, but he couldn't think of the answers.
[The anchor said this picture book was drawn by Black Crow. Is it the Black Crow I was thinking of? The artist who held an exhibition on the second floor of the mall dungeon, Little Butterfly's sister?]
[I remember that Black Crow was pretty awesome. Each of her paintings was an independent space. At the time, the host seemed to have said that he felt that Black Crow should not be unable to defeat the boss. Now her works appear here again. Does she have another identity?]
[Things are getting complicated...]
[Maybe the game master asked Black Crow to draw all the dungeon pictures]
At this time, Feifei meowed, reminding Yueya that something was approaching.
Yue Ya put away the book, quietly walked to the door, opened it a crack, and saw the proprietress walking towards him.
Yueya opened the door and looked at the proprietress: "Did you find anything?"
The proprietress shook her head: "No, have you figured out what to do tonight?"
"I've thought it through," Yue Ya waved at her, motioning her to come closer to listen to the plan: "After midnight..."
After Yueya told the boss lady about the plan, she nodded with satisfaction and said, "Just do as you say. I will cooperate with you."
Yue Ya emphasized: "Tonight is the best opportunity, please be sure to control your emotions and desires."
The proprietress thought about it and agreed.
[What's the plan? Speak louder so the dads can hear it.]
[Sister fans also want to listen qvq]
[Given our relationship, there is something I cannot listen to. I will give you a thousand pieces of Hetian jade, and you can tell me secretly if it works. If not, I will give you another two thousand pieces of rubies.]
Yue Ya looked at the screen in the live broadcast room, her light-colored eyes slightly bent, and her soft and long eyelashes cast a shadow: "Hush, the secret cannot be revealed."
Then, Yue Ya explained the plan for tonight in detail in the group, called out the names of two companions, asked them to come to their rooms later, and asked other players to stay in the room to avoid conflicts.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see what message he sent to the players. They scratched their heads out of curiosity, kept posting comments, and gave various gifts. Since the start of this copy, the reward list in the live broadcast room has become too long to keep up.
…
As it approached midnight, Yueya locked the door and stayed on the bed in her room.
Without turning on the lights, the moonlight was blocked by the heavy curtains, and the room was dim, but his night vision had improved a lot, and it did not affect his movements in this environment. He took out the stone blade and ruthlessly cut his palm, and a faint smell of blood oozed out from the wound.
[Baby! Why did you cut yourself? It hurts so much]
[Hiss... is he trying to use his blood to attract ghosts?]
"Ding, ding, ding..." The midnight bell struck three times, and the atmosphere in the hotel changed quietly, with a cold and gloomy air seeping into every corner.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of banging on the door reminded Yue Ya that many uninvited guests had come to his door.
Yue Ya covered himself with the quilt to hide the stone blade in his hand, letting the wound release a bloody smell. He deliberately showed a frightened expression on his face, and his thin shoulders were still shaking.
He has performed this role in the dungeon more than once, and his acting skills are comparable to those of professional actors. Combined with this pale and pretty face, the new viewers in the live broadcast room were almost fooled by him.
The banging noises outside the door were getting louder and louder, and ghosts were howling at his door, as if they would break through the thin barrier and rush in at any time.
After an unknown amount of time, the ghost's roar stopped, but it was still banging on the door mechanically.
A tall shadow appeared beside the bed, and a strange and eerie voice sounded next to Yue Ya's ear: "What a delicious breath, your soul must be delicious too."
Yue Ya glanced sideways, and the fear on her face instantly escalated into terror. She grabbed the quilt and retreated to the other side, turning on the desk lamp.
The warm yellow light spread out, illuminating the face of the tall shadow, who was the innkeeper. His dark skin was covered with black granulations, which were wriggling freely like a bunch of fat little bugs.
Yue Ya opened her mouth with a trembling voice: "You are the owner of the hotel. I have seen your photo. What do you want to do?"
The innkeeper enjoyed his fear and laughed: "Don't be afraid, just cooperate a little, I will act quickly, and you won't be in much pain."
Yue Ya yelled at the top of her voice: "Get out of here!"
When the innkeeper saw how "useless" he was, his negative energy decreased a lot. He approached Yue Ya easily, intending to crush him to death.
Yueya's eyes trembled and she stepped back "helplessly".
"You can't escape, you poor little creature." The innkeeper grinned and stretched out his hand to him.
Just when Yue Ya was about to be captured, the innkeeper's wife appeared silently behind the innkeeper and released a dozen thick tentacles, tightly binding the innkeeper's limbs and neck.
The innkeeper was too low in vigilance, and several tentacles pierced his body directly. He turned his head to look behind him in shock.
The lady boss smiled wickedly at the leather jacket man's face: "Honey, does it feel good to be attacked by surprise?"
Looking at the scarred rugged man's face, the innkeeper said with disgust: "Who the hell is your husband? I don't have such a strong taste!"
[Hahahaha, you really are “his” husband]
[Hahahaha your taste is really that strong, don’t deny it]
[Haven’t you recognized me yet? I’m dying of laughter. The lady boss’s face is turning green]
The innkeeper's face was indeed green, and when she raised her hands, the tentacles tightened even more, causing the innkeeper to wail in pain.
"Don't you recognize me yet? Husband..." The proprietress reached out and stroked the innkeeper's cheek, complaining, "It's so lonely on the ghost ship, so I took a lot of effort to come back to find you. I must see you with my own eyes... reduced to ashes."
The more the lady boss spoke, the colder her voice became. The innkeeper trembled, but soon regained his composure. Of course, he recognized the lady boss now, and he probably understood the whole story: "You don't have the ability to kill me. I didn't want to kill you out of consideration for our friendship, but now that you've come to me, don't blame me..."
The innkeeper wanted to kill him.
Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a dagger stabbed into his chest. The hand holding the knife was white and slender, and it was the "poor little creature" who was powerless just now.
Yue Ya looked listless, the fear he had pretended to show was long gone. He held the knife and slashed downwards fiercely, his eyes calm.
The skin and flesh were torn where the dagger passed, and the hidden cracks in the soul were exposed in front of Yue Ya.
The murderous intent on the innkeeper's face turned into panic, and was soon replaced by anger: "You...you're playing me?"
"Yes." Yue Ya replied lazily: "Look at yourself now, do you look like a pitiful creature?"
The innkeeper was so angry at Yue Ya that he lost his mind. His eyes turned blood red, and the buds on his body began to sprout and quickly expanded into tentacles. The cracks cut by the dagger also began to slowly repair.
"Zhuang Yan!" Yue Ya shouted, and Zhuang Yan, who had been invisible with a prop, immediately appeared and pressed his hand directly on the crack on the innkeeper's chest with gusts of wind.
"Zizi——" An orange-red flame burst out from the palm of his hand and penetrated into the dark cracks of his soul. The tentacles that were wrapped around Zhuang Yan were forced away by the flames and curled up, not daring to get closer.
The proprietress couldn't bear it anymore and had to let go of the innkeeper.
More flames continued to pour into the soul crack, and the innkeeper opened his mouth wide and let out a painful wail.
The firelight made the proprietress' face red. She was in tears but her expression was very happy.
The flames continued to burn for nearly ten minutes, until the innkeeper's body completely evaporated and a stone tablet fell to the ground.
[Zhuang Yan's move just now directly burned his soul]
[Directly attacking the weak point is indeed the fastest way, and the quick victory is very refreshing to watch!]
[Hahaha, I've been holding it in for a long time, now I can finally say it, Yuezai pretending to be a little loser is really cute]
[The host is either trapping NPCs or digging holes every day. The total number of NPCs he has trapped is enough to circle the dungeon]
[The stone tablet that dropped is the core of the incarnation of the god, pick it up quickly!]
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