Hearing Ji He's words, Xia Changhong felt a huge weight lifted from her heart and lowered her head to think about it seriously.
If he were asked to go alone, Xia Changhong would definitely refuse, but Ji He has now offered to go with him... Although Xia Changhong is still a little worried, he still nodded.
Regardless of what Ji He wanted to do, what she just said made sense. Uncle Zhang's place wasn't very safe either, since it was an NPC who found him. As players, they always had to be careful.
Only after Xia Changhong agreed did the two of them walk together toward the small place surrounded by bricks and cement. The closer they got, the more subtle the noises became.
The bricks were cemented together and then stacked on top of each other. It was obviously built some time ago, and they were even covered with moss and damp soil, but mixed with some blood red.
The entire structure was encased in bricks, obscuring the view inside. To one side was a large wooden gate, wrapped with coils of iron chains, and secured with a large padlock at the bottom.
Xia Changhong and Ji He exchanged a glance, both able to see the shock in each other's eyes—the mere sight of the blood-red soil was enough to give them a sudden sense of foreboding.
Before Ji He could speak, Xia Changhong said first, "I have tools to pick locks, Sister Ji, leave this to me."
"No need to trouble yourself, I can do it—"
Just as Ji He was about to speak, Xia Changhong had already taken out a card and pressed it onto the iron lock. Immediately afterward, the card turned into a water-like substance, completely enveloping the lock and gradually corroding the fist-sized iron lock into molten iron, which then fell to the ground with a 'drip'.
Xia Changhong said politely, "Sister Ji, you don't need to do such a small thing. After you open the door, everything will depend on you."
Upon hearing this, Ji He's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Xia Changhong was already taciturn, but she hadn't expected him to try to use underhanded tactics to force her out. However, in order not to fall out with Xia Changhong, she did not refuse and nodded after the iron lock slowly corroded.
Only after the iron lock was completely corroded did Xia Changhong tear off the iron chains one by one, then push open the tightly closed wooden door and say, "Alright, it's all up to you, Sister Ji."
"...Okay, I'll go in and take a look first."
Ji He's lips twitched, and she went inside first.
Inside were small huts against the walls, all built of bricks. The roofs of the huts were also blocked with bricks and cement, blocking out all the light except for gaps in the corners of the walls, allowing air to circulate between the huts and the outside world.
The air inside the small house was exceptionally stuffy. Ji He couldn't help but frown, took out her nuclear-powered flashlight, and shone it in to carefully examine the surroundings. But just then—
"Aaaaaaah!"
A piercing sound suddenly rang out.
The scream came from a person kneeling in the corner, or rather... it was hard to call that a person; it looked more like a vengeful ghost.
It should have been a woman, but she only had a few strands of hair left, her forehead was bald, covered with scabs from wounds, and even various strange and twisted stitches.
Not only that, her body was covered in wounds, bound by iron chains that were embedded in her wounds, which were so festering and necrotic that flies were buzzing around them. As for her kneeling legs, they had been severed at the knee.
The old woman, who resembled a vengeful ghost, turned around as Ji He walked in and screamed wildly and tragically!
She quickly protected the things in the corner—
Ji He was taken aback and used a shield talisman to protect herself. Only then did she cautiously move her feet to guard against the old woman's sneak attack.
When the beam of the nuclear flashlight fell on a corner of the room, Ji He's face suddenly darkened. There was an altar with an incense burner on it. Three sticks of incense were already lit inside the bronze incense burner, but the offerings on the altar were...
It turned out to be an iron basin filled with a large basin of blood.
Is this some kind of legitimate offering?!
"What's wrong, Sister Ji? What happened?"
Just then, Xia Changhong, having not heard any movement, followed him in. But the instant he entered, he stepped into the Ghost Realm, and his expression changed drastically!
In the corner of the small house stood an old woman with a broken leg, looking like a vengeful ghost, with a strange altar behind her.
Ji He only realized what was happening when Xia Changhong's voice came through.
Ji He's pupils suddenly contracted, because just as she was observing the offering table, she realized that she had completely forgotten about the vengeful ghost and had silently stepped into the ghost realm!
The old woman with the broken leg grinned at Ji He, and the various stitches on her head suddenly snapped one by one—
Not only that, from the gap in its head and the wounds on its body, the flesh that had been stitched up was torn open again, revealing rotten chunks of flesh inside, and then... you could see claws that looked like bones and arthropods emerging.
Densely packed, like bizarre animals, crawled out of the old woman's ghostly body. Moreover, arthropod-like legs extended from her broken knees.
The area that was originally covered by bricks has turned into a large patch of blood.
The realm of ghosts and demons was formed at this moment...
Xia Changhong's expression also changed drastically. Standing next to Ji He, she asked, "Sister Ji, you came in first. What did you see?"
"...There's nothing there."
Ji He spoke casually with a sullen face, her eyes fixed on the vengeful ghost.
Once inside the Ghost Realm, one must follow the rules: choose the path of life or face certain death. She wasn't without a way to forcefully break free, but…
The cost is too high; it's not worth it.
Just as Ji He was deep in thought, the vengeful ghost was already covered by a dense mass of filth crawling out of its body. Its legs had clearly been cut off below the knees, yet it was now forcibly propping itself up.
"Hehehe—"
It let out a shrill laugh, standing guard over the offering table: "I haven't seen a living person in a very, very long time. No one talks to this old woman like me. I'm so hungry..."
"Let's play a game!"
As if it had thought of something fun, the vengeful ghost let out a strange laugh, its eyes, crawling with insects, staring at them: "Let's play a game. If you win, I'll let you go."
you?
So, this ghost realm originally only required one person?
Ji He suddenly realized that some ghostly realms could devour everyone who stepped into them, but others could not.
Take this ghost and the portrait ghost as examples.
The portrait ghost's ghost realm has strict restrictions. After completing the prerequisites for painting, it will force you to make a choice. The portrait ghost doesn't have much room to interfere. If the player makes the right choice, it can only let the player go. If the player makes the wrong choice, it can then take action.
Under the constraints of the rules, the portrait ghosts can only abide by their own ghost realm rules, but there is one advantage: if they choose the wrong option, all players who enter the ghost realm will die together.
But this ghost is different. It obviously has stronger control over its ghost realm and can choose different rules and play different games. However, it can only eat one person at a time. Once the ghost realm is opened, it can only kill one unlucky person before closing.
There is generally no proper way to escape from these ghostly realms; it all depends on the player's improvisation, or rather...
Ji He's eyes changed slightly, but she didn't look at Xia Changhong.
At this moment, the vengeful ghost continued, "My...my game is simple: guess...my story."
Hahahaha—
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