"Zizzi...zai...zizi..." Mian's voice was intermittent, and seemed particularly muddy under the influence of the current. A familiar voice could barely be distinguished.

...Su Cheng?

Wen Jianyan was stunned, and immediately realized that Fang must have purchased a prop that could contact his teammates, so he was able to call his mobile phone.

"...Zizi...1304, Soul Locking Altar..."

The voice above was cut off.

Su Cheng gritted his teeth and ran as hard as he could. In the thick and dark ghost atmosphere, only the screen in his hand was still shining.

In the darkness, there were several vaguely visible paper figures standing upright in the room, their pale faces facing his direction.

He can no longer tell where he is now.

After being haunted by ghosts, the concepts of space and time in "this world" become very strange, changing all the time.

One second here may have been ordinary rooms and corridors, but the next second it may be distorted into a plain or a narrow maze. The only thing that remains unchanged is the continuous "gurgling" sound behind it.

The sound is getting closer and closer.

A strong, almost cold breath came from behind, and the smell of decay followed him like a shadow. His pale fingers stretched towards Su Cheng's neck, but were blocked by a small translucent cover in a second.

This is the effect of the difficulty-level hidden item he got from the previous dungeon. Although it cannot resist direct attacks from ghosts, it can make him immune to touch.

three times.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

That voice was full of malice, chasing after him unwillingly, haunting him.

Su Cheng took the time to lower his head and glance at the screen of his mobile phone.

[Number of remaining uses of props: 1/3]

His legs were sore and swollen, and his muscles and bones were rubbing against each other, making him scream. The cold air poured into his lungs, causing a knife-like pain. His physical strength was slowly being depleted, and his ribs were twitching.

It hurts.

Su Cheng realized very clearly that his escape speed was slowing down.

The interval between using props is shortening.

He doesn't have many points, and can only exchange them for life-saving items once at most, but... the time he can resist is probably also limited.

You will definitely doubt yourself.

This cold fact was like a heavy stone, pressing hard on Su Cheng's heart, as if he had swallowed a cold piece of iron and falling heavily into his body, making him breathless and his eyes burning.

I really want to live.

I really want to see the sunshine of the real world.

Su Cheng consciously tightened his fingers, and the hard edge of the phone touched his palm, but he did not feel any pain.

Since entering "this world", he has been unable to contact Wen Jianyan.

However, just now, he finally got through Fang's phone number.

This made Su Chengcheng breathe a sigh of relief.

...At least before dying, I can do something to help my teammates one last time.

Although Wen Jianyan disappeared after entering this world, their mission did not change. While they struggled to survive the siege and attacks of the paper figures, they searched for traces of the Soul Locking Altar.

Finally, they found the stolen soul-locking altar near the shrine.

But the moment they got the jar, the entire space pattern changed, and the rattling monster crawled out of the jar and started chasing them.

Su Cheng didn't know what happened to the others. He only knew that if they were being chased like him, then the Soul Locking Altar should still be in 1304.

More importantly, there should be monster guards around.

...I hope Wen Jianyan can understand the message he passed on.

Su Cheng prayed secretly in his heart.

The door of 1304 was open, and it was dark inside.

Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight and carefully shined it into the room.

The whole room was empty.

There was no anchor figure, no imaginary ghosts, the air was so quiet that it was almost dead, and the peace was incredible.

Wen Jianyan: "...?"

He frowned slightly in confusion and stepped into 1304.

He looked around the whole room, and suddenly his eyes fell on the table next to the shrine.

A familiar jar made of black pottery was placed there, looking particularly abrupt and conspicuous.

...Soul Locking Altar?

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and carefully reached out to pick up the jar.

For a second, the familiar sound of the system sounded in my ears:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting the hidden item (normal) of the copy! 】

【Collection degree 2/5】

...I always feel like something is not quite right.

Wen Jianyan's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he raised his head and looked around the space he was in.

According to Wen Po's description, the Soul Locking Altar should be the key to the entire dungeon, that is to say, it is part of the main line. In this case, it cannot be obtained so easily, but since he entered 1304, he has not encountered any ghosts.

, even Su Cheng, who called him in the first place, was nowhere to be seen.

and……

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and used his flashlight to shine on the ground, which revealed blood, footprints, and scraps of paper.

It seems like a fight took place here.

Then, there is only one possibility.

The anchors found the Soul Locking Altar, but were haunted by ghosts at the same time. Su Cheng called him to tell him the location so that he could come and collect the profits.

Wen Jianyan took out his mobile phone, bought communication items in the system mall, and called Su Cheng.

The call was connected, but was cut off after three or two rings.

That should be right.

So where will Su Cheng be now?

Corridor? Or in a certain room? Which floor? Which room?

No, probably not.

Wen Jianyan quickly rejected his idea.

They are in another world now. The structure of space has changed. The location of the meaning of objects should no longer be important. What is important is the issue of dimension.

He lowered his head and began to look at the clay altar in his hand.

The surface is cold and dark, and the smooth patent leather has fallen off over time. It is heavy and seems to be full of things. The mouth of the jar is not sealed tightly, and it emits a faint smell of blood.

Wen Jianyan carefully opened the mouth of the altar and shined a flashlight inside.

Although she had certain expectations, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but shrink her pupils and take a deep breath consciously.

What is contained in the jar is human bones.

Judging from the size of the bones, they should be a baby less than two years old. All the skin and flesh have disappeared, leaving only the bones showing a strange green and black color. A faint rotten smell and an extremely strong smell are emitted from the jar.

The smell of blood.

As the jar shook, something seemed to be reflecting light through the blue and black bones.

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

He suppressed the resistance in his heart, reached into the inside of the jar, pushed the bones apart, and found the shimmering object from the surface of the bones.

That's...

A Bagua mirror.

The color of the border was dyed a strange blue-black color, but other than that, it was exactly the same as the side that Po Wen handed to Wang Hanyu.

Although it has been sealed together with the corpses and bones for who knows how many years, the mirror is still as bright as new, with a dark red talisman stuck on the mirror.

Out of caution, Wen Jianyan did not reveal the talisman.

He carefully lifted up the talisman, changed the angle, and carefully looked at the Bagua mirror in front of him by the light of the flashlight——

His face did not appear in the mirror.

Inside the mirror was a pitch-black mist, with a frightened little figure running wildly. Behind him, darkness surged, and pale monsters were chasing after them. The distance between them was visible to the naked eye.

The speed is shortening.

This is……

Wen Jianyan was stunned and his eyes widened slightly.
To be continued...