Chapter 50

This Wen Po seems to be the key NPC in the entire sub-center, and is the one who publishes the core tasks.

After Wen Po's voice fell, all the mobile phones in the pockets of the broadcasters vibrated.

As C-level broadcasters, Chen Mo and Wang Hanyu immediately understood that this was a mission announcement.

They couldn't help but feel refreshed.

This shows that we took the right route this time.

"Who stole the Soul Locking Altar?" Chen Mo stood up and continued to ask: "Where should we go to retrieve them?"

"The person who stole the Soul Locking Altar is the resident of this building."

Wen Po hobbled forward on crutches and slowly lit the incense on the incense altar in front of the Bodhisattva statue.

He lowered his eyes and trembled slightly at the corners of his wrinkled mouth: "We introduce evil things into our homes, not only harming ourselves, but also harming our families."

In other words, those residents who had their families massacred were the ones who had the Soul Locking Altar stolen.

"Could it be 1304 and 1306?"

Wang Hanyu was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"..."

Po Wen sighed, lowered her eyes, and muttered: "Bodhisattva is compassionate."

Su thought for a moment, then asked: "How many soul-locking altars have been lost in total?"

"Three altars."

Po Wen said slowly.

All three broadcasters were stunned.

In other words, there should be another mass murder in this building, but we haven't found the place where it happened yet.

"In other words, as long as you find the Soul Locking Altar and put it back in its original position, it will all be over?"

Wang Hanyu confirmed.

Po Wen raised her eyes, which were covered with white clouds, and nodded slowly: "Of course."

In this case, our next task is very clear, to retrieve the three stolen soul-locking altars, bring them back here, and let the Bodhisattva suppress the evil spirits again.

Wang Hanyu and Chen Mo looked at each other and nodded.

Su turned her head subconsciously, looking for Wen Jianyan's figure.

The young man stood alone at the junction of light and dark, leaning on the door frame with a relaxed posture, his eyes slightly raised, staring at the brass Bodhisattva statue in front of him.

The dim light from the candle in front of the Bodhisattva statue fell on the amber eyes, like splashing fire.

The silence was broken by speaking:

"If the Soul Locking Altar is so dangerous, why did the residents steal them?"

Po Wen touched the string of beads on her wrist, her cloudy eyes lowered, and she said slowly: "In order to regain freedom, evil spirits will tempt people who are not firm-willed."

Shaking his head, his voice was hoarse and old: "We have strayed far away from the blessings of Bodhisattvas and deviated from good thoughts."

Wang Hanyu opened his mouth and promised: "Po Wen, believe us, we will bring the Soul Locking Altar back and let all this end."

Po Wen raised her eyes and said slowly:

"In that case, I have something that should come in handy."

He walked to the chest of drawers next to the statue of Bodhisattva, and took out a small mahogany box from the cabinet. The lid of the box was pulled open, making a harsh friction sound.

Po Wen took out a handful of incense ashes from the incense burner, muttered something to her, and then slowly sprinkled the incense ashes into the box.

After doing all this, take out the palm-sized Bagua mirror from the box.

"This is……?"

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Po Wen: "You should have noticed that after nightfall, the whole building has changed."

really.

Only the first floor of the original thirteen-story building is left, and the remaining twelve floors radiate in all directions with the thirteenth floor as the axis, changing from a three-dimensional structure to a planar structure.

"Actually, this is the power of evil spirits changing our world."

Po Wen carefully touched the mirror surface with her palm covered with incense ash, making the dusty mirror surface become even darker, completely unable to reflect people's shadows: "Now, its power has expanded to the point where I can't suppress it, and the boundary between the underworld and the yang world has been reached.

It becomes blurry, and in a few hours we will be pulled into that world forever.”

"But... we haven't reached that point yet."

Po Wen looked at the broadcasters in front of her and said slowly: "The Soul Locking Altar is no longer on our side now, but is hidden deep in the world opposite."

"If you want to get back the Soul Locking Altar, you need to pass through this mirror, cross the boundary between Yin and Yang, and go to that world to find it.

"This trip is very dangerous, are you really willing to do it?"

"Of course." The broadcasters nodded.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Not willing at all.

But do I have a choice?

Po Wen glanced around the entire room with her cloudy eyes, and then handed the mirror to Wang Hanyu:

"You are the strongest spiritually, so I will leave this thing to you for safekeeping."

"good."

Wang Hanyu stepped forward, reached out and took the mirror from Po Wen's hand. The moment his fingers touched the mirror, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Wen Jianyan keenly captured this brief pause.

...Hmm.

In this case, this mirror must be the hidden object in this vice.

However, although its rarity is hard to say, it should be either common or difficult, and the legend is not very likely.

After explaining how to use the mirror, the pedestrian left Wen Po's room.

After a brief discussion, we finally decided to return along the original route and first go to 1304 where we had been before to find the Soul Locking Altar.

Outside the door, the monster that kept making gurgling sounds had disappeared, leaving only a cold and dead corridor. The rice on the ground had completely turned black, the three incense sticks on it were burnt out, and the fruits placed around it were shriveled and rotten.

There is a disturbing and strange atmosphere floating in the air.

After leaving the room, Chen Mo tried to contact the broadcasters who had dispersed with them earlier.

No one responded.

This is not a good sign.

Pedestrians moved forward with extra caution, for fear of encountering any scary creatures that would spring out to cause chaos. They were lucky enough to not encounter any danger again until they returned to the corridor.

The thirteenth floor has arrived.

Compared to when we left before, this floor has changed even more. The walls on both sides have begun to widen, the distance between the corridors has been nearly tripled, and the door that was once so close has now become extremely far away.

The light above the head flickered dimly, with a faint and strange red light.

But at least the order of the house numbers has not changed.

Soon, we arrived at the door of room 1304.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly reached out to push the door open.

The door opened silently inward.

A strong rancid smell surged in the air, and it was terrifying that the four paper figures had disappeared, leaving only an empty, dark room.

Four people walked inside.

"Are you ready?" Wang Hanyu looked around the circle and said, "I'm starting."

He pressed his palms against the cold, turbid mirror surface and began to slowly recite a few formulas taught by Po Wen.

It's not like Chinese, nor is it Sanskrit.

The syllables were weird and strange, and they were just memorized by rote, like a spell, repeated over and over again in a deliberately lowered voice, echoing in the dark and narrow room, making people feel some inexplicable chills running down their spines.

Along with the chanting, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, cutting people like a knife and causing pain.

There was a distant, faint and fuzzy sound in my ears, as if the room was filled with countless ghosts, whispering close to everyone's ears.

The next second, everything was spinning.

A strong attraction comes from the depths of the mirror, pulling everyone towards the inside of the mirror!

Su felt dizzy and her stomach turned, as if she had been stuffed into a drum washing machine and spun around several times. She staggered two steps and almost fell down.
To be continued...