The shrill screams echoed in the night, becoming lonelier and more terrifying.

Run away quickly?

In this situation, listening to Elvis' screams playing on the speaker, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tighten and a chill in his heart.

He never expected that the Elvis speaker would give such a prompt. This was definitely not good news.

Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment, and when he saw that the Elvis speaker stopped "speaking", his heart suddenly sank, and he slapped it:

"Hey, you don't want to stay in this hellhole forever, do you? Tell me what you want to do. We can leave together if we work together."

But this time, the Elvis speaker did not respond, even though he took out the Bloodthirsty Blade Terror UTO.

So, its only hint is to escape?

Seeing that he could not get reliable information from the Elvis speaker, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, played to his strengths, and began to analyze the situation.

He first sorted out the known information and found that when the old man mentioned the paper man, he only said that the paper man would appear at the second watch, without further description.

When referring to the ghost doll, it is said that the ghost doll asked to play games.

"It seems that the paper man is different from the ghost doll. The latter can rely on rules to avoid it, but the paper man can't. It can only fight hard. There is no shortcut."

"The prompt given by the Elvis speaker is to escape, which is very telling. That paper man is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. This is a dungeon. If I could escape, I would have already escaped. Do I need you to remind me?"

"There is too little information about the paper man. If you want to defeat it, you have to find out its details first. Fortunately, I have always been cautious and asked a lot of questions."

He asked the old man where the box of rouge was.

The answer was that he was still at Mr. Xu’s home.

Then the next goal is very clear, find Mr. Xu's house and find the box of rouge.

By then, you should be able to get a lot of useful information.

"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost doll left. There are two hours between the first and second watch, so I still have an hour and a half. This village is not small, so it's a bit difficult to find Mr. Xu's house in an hour and a half."

Zhang Yuanqing looked out at the dark night, pondered for a few seconds, and came up with an idea. He devoured the spirits of the villagers one by one to get the answer.

Wang Xiaoer is an important NPC and cannot devour souls, but villagers can at least do it, right?

He led the deceased No. 1, picked the nearest stone house, and broke in.

Hearing the noise, the two Yin corpses in the room had a brutal bloodshot look in their eyes and pounced over with their fangs and claws bared.

The deceased number one strode forward, and his right leg swept out like a whip, kicking the corpse's head to pieces. Then, with the inertia of the whip kick, he turned his body half a circle, driving his right arm, and punched the male corpse's head to pieces.

Blood, flesh and bones splattered like raindrops.

The two headless corpses ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

Dark energy surged in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eye sockets and devouring the remaining spirits in the two Yin corpses.

Fragmented scenes flashed by, and he quickly found Mr. Xu's residence from the mixed fragments of memory. This teacher lived in a courtyard facing the river on the west side of the village. He was the most educated person in the village.

After knowing Mr. Xu's address, Zhang Yuanqing was no longer in a hurry. He sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.

Given his current physical condition, he has no way of dealing with any sudden accidents. Instead of wandering around outside, he should take the time to heal his injuries and recover his strength.

Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing placed his left fingers on his pulse to calculate the time.

The surrounding Taiyin energy is rich, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and restoring strength.

After his pulse beat 1,800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes bright, his weakness subsided. His broken bones had been connected and fully recovered, and his physical strength had returned to 70% of his peak.

"Once my strength recovers to about 90%, I will be able to cast Howling Moon again. It's a pity that I don't have food, otherwise I would have recovered to my peak condition by now."

Without further hesitation, he took the deceased No. 1 away from here and headed to the west of the village.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of a stream. Turning around a rammed earth house, he saw a three-meter-wide river passing between the stone houses.

The water flows fast but not hurriedly, and the sound is light and brisk.

After walking along the stream for a few more minutes, we finally arrived outside the courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.

At this time, there was still more than half an hour left until the second watch.

For safety reasons, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let the Dead Person No. 1 go in to explore while he stayed outside. Taking into account that the Yin corpse could not see through the darkness, he covered the Dead Person No. 1 with a Yin-Yang robe.

The deceased No. 1 pressed the hospital door with both hands and exerted force silently. Amid the sound of grinding of the door hinges, the door slowly opened.

The Yin corpse was not afraid of the danger in the darkness and quickly entered the courtyard.

Whenever this happened, Zhang Yuanqing would feel grateful for his foresight. After reaching level three, he began to prepare to refine the Yin Corpse. Otherwise, in a copy like this with many crises, if he asked his main body to clear mines, he would explode on the spot at any time and return to the spiritual realm.

Crossing the yard and pushing open the lattice door of the main house, the deceased No. 1 stopped outside the threshold and spread out his palms.

A ball of fire rose up, dispelling the darkness and bringing light.

The furnishings in the main house came into view. There was a round table facing the door, with round stools beside the table and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

On the left side of the door is a large wooden carved bed with a gauze curtain hanging down, and on the right side is a bookshelf and a rectangular desk.

No paper figures, no corpses.

I guess after the villagers found out that Mr. Xu was dead, they buried his body.

The paper figurine is not here, that's good... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, stepped over the stone threshold of the courtyard gate, and immediately closed the gate, walked through the small courtyard, arrived outside the main house, and met the Yin corpse.

Paper people are different from ghost dolls. As long as they have a physical body, they cannot ignore physical obstacles. Closing the gate is not to block the other party, but to act as a warning "bell".

One man and one corpse entered the main house and closed the door. Zhang Yuan extinguished the fireball and treated the darkness as if there was nothing there. He first checked the bed, opened several boxes containing quilts and clothes, and did not forget to bend down to take a look under the bed.

After confirming that the paper man was not there, he walked to the desk and examined the items on it.

The first thing he noticed was a small and exquisite rouge box, half the size of a palm, one finger high, made of silver, consisting of a bottom and a lid, and carved with exquisite auspicious clouds and floral patterns.

Zhang Yuanqing reached out and picked up the rouge box. After waiting for a few seconds, the item's attributes appeared: [Name: Blood Rouge]

【Type: Cosmetics】

[Function: Possession, Bloodthirstiness]

[Introduction: It is said that the rouge made from the blood of eighty-eight girls will never dry up or fade, and is the dream item for all women. After the owner died, it became a burial item, buried deep underground for a long time. The vengeful spirit in the box was nourished by the yin energy and became more and more fierce. Applying rouge on the cheeks or lips can attract the vengeful spirit to possess the body. The vengeful spirit has a strong desire for blood, and only by sacrificing enough blood can it be appeased. ]

【Note 1: If you don’t kill others, you will kill yourself. 】

[Note 2: In the next ten minutes, a certain skill of the body will randomly become necrotic.]

[Note 3: Among the dead girls, there is a bewitching demon. Be careful of its bewitching.]

“The rouge box is indeed a prop, and its quality is extremely high. Even if it is not at the Saint level, it has extraordinary peak quality. It feels like it can be compared to top-grade equipment such as the Yin-Yang Robe.

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and was about to put away the rouge box. [Ding, the item cannot be collected.]

I knew it wouldn't be so easy... Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself. As far as he knew, all the props in the spiritual realm were unique and would not refresh. Once taken away, they were gone.

According to the reduction or increase of props, the spirit realm will adjust the difficulty level automatically. If the rouge box can be taken away, the demon king would have taken it long ago and it is impossible for it to stay here. Without the paper man, perhaps the difficulty level of "Aphasia Village" will decrease. "According to the explanation in Note 3, Mr. Xu should have been bewitched by the rouge box, so he put blush on the paper man, released the evil spirit in the rouge box, and died.

While thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing checked the other items on the table.

A few books related to the Ming Dynasty and a hand-drawn, simple map.

The book was written in classical Chinese. Zhang Yuanqing flipped through it casually and threw it aside, then picked up the map to take a closer look.

On the map, "houses" and "mountains" are outlined with simple lines, and the following notes are written at the bottom:

"The location of the ancient tomb is 23 miles southwest of Houshan."

Zhang Yuanqing combined his knowledge with the books at hand and immediately understood that Mr. Xu was analyzing the location of the ancient tomb and the identity of its owner.

When he saw Wang Xiaoer getting treasures from the ancient tomb, he became greedy and also wanted to enter the ancient tomb to make a fortune?

"But that's not right. Wang Xiaoer and the wandering Taoist priest wandered around in the mountains for a whole night before they found the entrance to the tomb. It's impossible for Mr. Xu to analyze it out of thin air while sitting at home. He might have obtained the information from Wang Xiaoer by buying a rouge box..."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put this question aside. It didn’t matter how Mr. Xu knew the location of the ancient tomb.

He turned his attention back to the item information of "Blood Rouge".

"According to the old man's description, Mr. Xu was sucked dry to death. This is consistent with the information provided by Blood Rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper man only killed Mr. Xu..."

Suddenly, a slight "squeak" sound came from the yard, interrupting Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts.

The sound was very slight, but in the silent night, any movement would be amplified.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly raised his head and looked outside the door, his body tensed up reflexively. After becoming the Night Wanderer, Zhang Yuanqing hadn't felt this tingling sensation for a long time. The last time he felt this way was in the mountain temple, when he was just an ordinary person and relied on his desire to survive to hold on.

Otherwise, I would have been scared to death by the weirdness and horror in the mountain temple.

And now, he regained the feeling he hadn't felt in a long time...

Zhang Yuanqing did not rush out with his weapon to fight the paper man to the death. Instead, he took the Dead Man No. 1, ran quickly towards the bed, and hid under the bed quietly.

He held the shoulders of the deceased No. 1 and went for a night walk.

Walking at night can shield one's breath and conceal one's body, so the paper man should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing plans to observe first and then consider whether to retreat or launch a sneak attack.

Just as the man and the corpse hid under the bed, the door of the main room was pushed open a crack. Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe stepped over the threshold. Then another foot wearing an embroidered shoe.

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a slight "rustling" sound, which was the sound made by the friction of paper.

It's a paper man!

The pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes stepped over the threshold and stopped beside the round table.

It stood there without moving for a long time, like a real paper man.

Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper man and sensed a strong, deep yin energy from it, which was far stronger than the yin energy of the ghost doll.

He moved a few centimeters away to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the whole picture of the paper man. The darkness could not affect the Night Wanderer's vision. He stared intently and saw the appearance of the paper man clearly. It was a paper man wearing bright red clothes, like a blood shadow in the darkness.

Its face was made of white paper, a creepy white color, but its cheeks were painted blood red, and its lips were scarlet. The creepiest thing was that there were two spots of scarlet in the eye sockets of the paper man.

Pale white and bright red appeared simultaneously on a dull and stiff face. Anyone who saw this face would feel uneasy.

.…．Zhang Yuanqing silently retracted his head.

At this time, the paper figure, which had been standing there for a long time, walked towards the desk with strange steps. Its walking posture was very strange, as if its knee joints could not bend, and it walked in a rigid forward step, with the same distance and the same interval between each step.

It is absolutely impossible for humans to take such precise and regular steps.

It took it more than ten seconds to walk from the round table to the desk, a distance of four or five meters. Finally, it stopped beside the desk, with its head drooping stiffly, as if looking at something on the desk.

What desk is it looking at?! Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly recalled it, making sure that he had put the things back in place, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The paper man stayed by the desk for a moment, then turned around with stiff knees and walked towards the bed.

.…．Zhang Yuanqing’s spirit, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

"Rustle..." The paper man is very light and the footsteps are also very light.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the pair of embroidered shoes, watching them march closer and closer in stiff steps, and finally stop beside the bed.

Although it was a night tour, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.

After the paper man came to the bed, he began to stand there for a long time. At this time, Zhang Yuanqing only had half a minute left for his night tour.

At this moment, the pair of embroidered shoes was less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.

After a suffocating silence, the paper man turned stiffly and walked out with light, rustling steps.

Finally gone...Zhang Yuanqing really wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the paper man stopped, turned his back to the bed, and stood motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing's vision was blocked by the edge of the bed. He could only see the calf of the paper man, and could not see anything above.

Why isn't it moving?

Zhang Yuanqing was confused and kept paying attention to the paper man. Then he saw a horrifying scene.

The paper-made figure with its back to him slowly bent down, lowered its head, and looked under the bed from between its legs.

Zhang Yuanqing saw the pale face that looked lifeless. The paper figurine also saw him.