It was night, with lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

Among the barren mountains, an old house that has been forgotten for countless years welcomed its long-lost guest today.

This is a young man. He is tall and thin. He seems to be ill, with a sickly pale face.

The guest's name is Chen Ming.

He has some important things to do here.

The rain was so heavy that the old house was overwhelmed, and creaking sounds could be heard from everywhere, like the groans of a dying person.

It's leaking, it's leaking everywhere.

Chen Ming was sitting in a corner where the water leakage was not that serious, observing something by the light of a flashlight.

It was a map, painted beyond recognition with lines of various colors.

There are all kinds of lines painted on the map, red, green, yellow, black, straight lines, curves, circles, everything.

And all the lines, those seemingly chaotic lines, finally merged together strangely somewhere.

Chen Ming picked up the red pen and traced the already drawn five-pointed star again.

Under the light of the flashlight, the five-pointed star seemed to be dripping with blood.

On the map, the place marked by the five-pointed star is right here, this old house.

Chen Ming raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The time was getting closer to midnight.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a flame burning, growing stronger and stronger.

He will open the gates of hell.

Chen Ming is a madman who believes that there are ghosts in the world.

He has been chasing ghosts all his life, never giving up or slacking off for a moment.

He read countless documents, went to countless places, and finally got such a map.

"In the year of Wuxu, during the reign of Emperor Yuanzi, the gate of ghosts opened wide and hundreds of ghosts walked at night."

In addition to the map, Chen Ming also pieced together this information.

This year is the Year of Wuxu, and today is the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival. This is where the Ghost Gate is located.

And midnight is coming soon.

Woohoo!

The rainstorm is getting heavier and heavier, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the old house is crumbling, like a small boat that may capsize at any time.

It's almost time.

Chen Ming turned off the flashlight, took out half a red candle from his arms, and stood on the dilapidated wooden table.

He stood up, placed the red candle between his body and the corner of the wall, then lit the match and lit the red candle.

The strong wind penetrates all the way and is about to extinguish the star flames before your very eyes.

Chen Ming was silent, took out twenty copper coins from his arms, and suddenly shook his hands.

Ding ding ding!

The copper coins fell, falling quickly like steel nails, accurately surrounding the red candles.

The copper coin covered half of the red candle, but did not cover the flame.

But the strange thing is that after the copper coins settled, the candlelight that was originally swaying suddenly stabilized.

In the strong wind, the candle burned slowly, as if it existed in another world.

The candle burned brighter and brighter, and the flame in Chen Ming's eyes also burned brighter and brighter.

He had been practicing the action of covering the red candle with the copper coin for five years.

It’s for this moment, for this moment where no mistakes are allowed.

The candle burned quietly and illuminated many places, but it failed to illuminate many places.

Those places that were not illuminated had a strange aura everywhere, as if some invisible creature was dormant.

Chen Ming was not afraid. He took a stool, picked up Bai Ling, and stood on it.

He tied Bai Ling to the beam with slow but firm movements.

He thought of a lot.

For Chen Ming, his life was actually over long ago.

After witnessing his fiancée being tortured and killed by "that thing", his life was over.

He is a genius in the true sense. He entered a top university to study linguistics at the age of 16. When he was 20, he received offers from several top foreign universities to study for a master's degree and a Ph.D.

Originally, his life should have been brilliant and brilliant, and with his ability and understanding, he was enough to become a great master.

But that incident changed him.

His world completely collapsed the moment his fiancée died.

He wants to prove the existence of ghosts and prove that his fiancée's father is not the murderer.

He wanted to prove that what he saw was true.

No one believed him, so he looked for evidence on his own.

Linguistics still came in handy. He studied literature and classics in various languages ​​throughout the ages, trying to find clues from them.

Some languages ​​have become extinct, but he relied on his solid foundation in linguistics to translate those ghostly characters.

This search lasted eight years.

He finally put together the last piece of the puzzle, took everything he needed, and stood where he should.

In the past eight years, he had lived a very hard life, working day and night, which greatly overdrawn his life.

Now, he is suffering from many illnesses and does not have much time left to live.

So now, he wants to prove the existence of ghosts.

must.

Bai Ling has been tied to the beam.

Chen Ming raised his hand, looked at the ring on his ring finger carefully, and let out a long sigh.

A piece of fire candle, a piece of white silk, and twenty copper coins.

It was that simple, but it cost him his whole life.

It could be said that it was his whole life. After tonight, he never thought about living.

11:59.

Chen Ming took one last look at the world, and then put Bai Ling around his neck.

The bench that was the last support was kicked over.

Bai Ling immediately strangled Chen Ming's throat tightly, and his face immediately turned blue from the pain.

His tongue stretched out uncontrollably. Chen Ming instinctively kicked his legs and clawed at Bai Ling with both hands.

He could clearly hear the sound of his cervical spine slowly breaking.

But in his eyes, the flame was as bright as ever. He was looking forward to something!

come on!

In the year of Wuxu, during the reign of Yuanzi, human sacrifices were made, and the gates of ghosts were opened wide, and hundreds of ghosts walked at night!

He was breathing desperately, squeezing the pitiful amount of oxygen from his throat, but he couldn't die yet.

He must see it with his own eyes and prove the existence of ghosts with his own eyes!

Time has come.

Woohoo!

I don't know if it was an illusion, but in Chen Ming's ears, the sound of the howling wind turned into the scream of a woman.

Not just women, but also men, babies, old people...

That terrifying sound seemed to come from purgatory!

No, it should be said that it comes from purgatory!

Chen Ming saw countless pale hands stretching out from the ground, walls, and roofs, twisting in strange and terrifying postures.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Ming couldn't stop laughing, but under Bai Ling's restraint, his laughter seemed so harsh.

What he didn't see was that under his feet, the ground had disappeared and was replaced by a gloomy door.

The door was open, and there was bottomless darkness inside.

Chen Ming was about to die. His cervical vertebrae had almost been broken, and the remaining oxygen in his body had finally been exhausted.

But he was still smiling.

His proof was successful.

Then it's not in vain.

However, at the last moment, the old beam could no longer withstand Chen Ming's weight and broke.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!