The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 154
The story ends, and all the candles have burned out. Tears of wax on the wooden floor have solidified into a clump, and the black wick flickers with a faint, struggling flame.
“Bang—bang—bang—”
A knocking sound comes from outside the door.
“Creak—”
The door opens, revealing the uneven face of an old man.
“The story is over. Some stories my master likes, but others not so much. Please return to your rooms and rest early!”
In the black night, a crow stands on a dead tree in the yard, its eyes showing a fierce, blood-red glare.
“Remember, please do not leave your room before dawn.”
After saying this, the old man, carrying a white paper lantern, shuffles away.
“Is this the end? Is our task really just to tell stories?”
Liu Yue wraps her coat tighter, feeling the cold of the deep night.
“Be careful tonight. This is a five-star difficulty task. It can’t be that simple.”
Jing Tao’s brows furrow. For some reason, the quietness of the mansion unnerves him.
His gaze fleetingly falls on Qing Li…
If killing her meant an immediate return…
Suddenly, Qing Li turns around. Her clear, bright eyes meet Jing Tao’s. She squints and asks with a smile, “Sir, why are you staring at me?”
Jing Tao quickly turns his face away, not daring to meet Qing Li’s gaze. He says unnaturally, “They say Master Qing Li is very skilled. Do you have any insights about this task?”
At this moment, the other players look at Qing Li, wanting to hear what she has to say.
Qing Li mutters, “The owner of this house is quite hypocritical. He seems warm and hospitable on the surface, but he doesn’t even prepare three meals a day.”
Players: “.…”
Is that the point?
And this is a haunted house!
Would you dare eat the food prepared by ghosts?
“Since the old man told us not to leave our rooms at night, let’s hurry back!” Yu Ziyang says.
It’s nearly midnight, deep and cold in the dark night, with a few stars scattered in the black sky.
The players each return to their rooms to rest.
Liu Yue, staying next to Qing Li’s room, quickly catches up to her and whispers, “Qing Li, be careful. All players have received a task: if they kill you, they can leave the world of terror.”
She musters the courage to tell Qing Li this important news.
Qing Li reacts calmly, simply saying, “Hmm, thank you.”
Liu Yue is stunned; it seems Qing Li already knew.
“Don’t worry, I have no hostility towards you. I know I can’t beat you. Trying to kill you is no different than going straight to kill a ghost.”
She left these words behind and hurriedly pushed open the door to her own room to enter quickly.
She reminded Qing Li because she noticed that among the players, some already harbored murderous intentions towards Qing Li.
Although she also had such selfish thoughts, she couldn’t bring herself to just sit back and ignore it.
And Liu Yue’s words naturally caused a huge uproar in the live broadcast room.
[“Wow, so players just need to kill the little village girl to escape the horror world? Isn’t this deliberately inciting conflict between her and the other players?”]
[“I knew the horror world wouldn’t tolerate the disaster that is the little village girl.”]
[“Is the horror live broadcast room unhappy with the low death rate of players, so it’s sending them to their doom?”]
[“Don’t say that, our little village girl always abides by the law and never kills (dog head gif.)”]
When Qing Li returned to her room, the system’s cold mechanical voice spoke seriously: “Be careful, I haven’t detected any abnormal fluctuations here, this house is very clean, there are no ghosts.”
However, this was what was most abnormal.
Qing Li frowned deeply, like the system, she also didn’t sense any presence of ghosts.
“It seems we can only wait.”
Qing Li opened the window, and a dense fog had risen unknowingly, enveloping the yard.
Suddenly, she saw a fleeting shadow in the fog.
The shadow was very tall, about four to five meters, with a curvaceous figure.
Noticing that it was discovered, the shadow turned around abruptly.
It was a face without eyes or a nose. She raised her hand, her index finger against her lips, her crimson lips stretching to her ear, making a shushing gesture towards Qing Li.
Qing Li’s eyes narrowed, and she threw out two talismans.
But as soon as the talismans touched the fog, they disappeared mysteriously.
The woman’s smile grew more eerie, her figure remained still, but she was getting further away from Qing Li.
The system urgently said: “Aren’t you going to chase?”
Finally encountering a ghost, and this woman wasn’t even chasing it with a big cleaver!
Qing Li shook her head: “I can’t catch it.”
The moment the talismans disappeared, Qing Li understood something.
An illusion in the mist, like flowers in a mirror or the moon’s reflection on water. If she went straight in, she could easily get lost inside.
“What should we do then?” the system asked.
Unknowingly, it had completely aligned with Qing Li.
Qing Li raised her wrist to check the time, her gaze suddenly turning serious: “It’s already ten past midnight.”
The system asked subconsciously: “What’s with this time?”
Qing Li: “Staying up late is bad for the skin.”
System: (?Ò?Ó)
…
Meanwhile, in the third room.
Yu Ziyang was tossing and turning in bed, unable to escape the woman’s face whether he opened or closed his eyes.
This was a memory buried deep in his heart. For some reason, he had spoken it as a story today.
“Yu Ziyang, my wife is trying to escape, help me catch her.”
Just as the voice of his childhood friend from the same village fell, Yu Ziyang, driving the tractor, instinctively stepped on the gas and crashed into her.
That woman was really fragile!
Her body flew up into the air and then heavily fell to the ground, her blood staining her beautiful dress. Her fair and slender legs were grotesquely twisted.
Even so, when that woman saw Yu Ziyang, her eyes were filled with a pleading look, “Save me, please save me…”
He wanted to save her, but he was afraid that if he did, he would end up in jail for hitting someone, so he chose to ignore her.
He just watched as she was dragged into a dilapidated yard by his childhood friend’s family.
When he saw her again, she was sitting in the yard, dirty and disheveled, her once beautiful and fair legs now shriveled to the thickness of arms.
Her dull eyes still softly said “Save me” when she saw Yu Ziyang.
But he just passed by her, pretending he heard nothing…
“Save me—”
“Please, save me—”
The weak woman’s voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
Yu Ziyang’s eyes widened in horror.
That voice…
He would never forget it in his lifetime!
“Please help me, I was trafficked here, can you call the police for me? My parents must be so worried, don’t worry, I won’t blame you for breaking my legs, just please help me…”
The voice outside grew clearer, and gradually, a silhouette appeared on the window paper.