I am a god in the secret world

A group of parents gathered downstairs of the unit.

Wang Jiapeng's mother went to knock on the door of 101.

I knocked for a long time but no one answered.

"That's strange. The master is usually at home. No matter what time you look for him, he's always there..."

The parents started talking.

"Isn't it too late today? You should take the kids back to study first."

"Yeah, the college entrance exam is almost here, why would you join in the fun?"

With the excitement interrupted, parents naturally have to return to normal and urge their children to study.

But this is a rare opportunity, and the players don’t want to go back at all.

Wang Jiapeng simply stepped forward and kicked him.

Amid Wang Jiapeng's mother's angry scolding, he kicked the door in.

The door was broken, so it opened naturally.

"You little bastard, you have offended the master, you will kneel down and apologize to me now!"

Having said that, Wang Jiapeng's mother still pushed the door open.

"Hey, Master, are you there?"

The room was pitch dark. Wang Jiapeng's mother groped for the switch in the entrance and turned on the light.

Then she let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Someone come, someone's dead!"

The parents who were about to leave gathered around again in an instant.

Bai Cha was standing closer to the front and saw the master lying in the living room with a lot of blood on the back of his head. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

She frowned slightly.

It seems that something happened without her knowing, possibly by another player.

Not surprising at all.

There are so many players in this game, it is impossible for all of them to be tied down by so-called learning.

I just don't know if the clues here are still there.

Some people have already started calling 120, and some people are saying to go in and see if the person is dead.

Anyway, the place suddenly became chaotic.

Mother Han calmed down from her anger and pulled her daughter, not wanting her to see this scene.

After a brief thought, Bai Cha decided that she could not delay it any longer. Since other players had intervened, she would not be polite.

Otherwise, things will change if you delay.

"Mom, can you lend me your phone?"

Mother Han was stunned and hesitated before giving her the phone. She didn't know why her daughter seemed particularly strange today.

Maybe it's because she seemed to have suddenly grown up and was able to stand on her own.

This made Mother Han a little overwhelmed.

She was used to protecting her daughter behind her and blocking everything for her.

Now, she felt somewhat useless.

Bai Cha didn't even hesitate to open her own panel. Although these NPCs couldn't see it, her behavior was somewhat weird.

This made some players gasp in shock.

Soon Bai Cha sent the video to the email address on Han’s mother’s mobile phone.

Then she opened it and handed it to Mother Han.

Mother Han looked at the video on her phone with some confusion.

The voice inside was very clear. Wang Jiapeng's mother also heard her own voice and looked over immediately.

"What are you watching? When was this video recorded?"

Bai Cha didn't say anything.

When the middle-aged man contacted the person surnamed Chen and said strange words, and when the strange list on the roster behind him appeared in the camera, Mother Han instinctively felt that something was wrong.

She looked up at Bai Cha, her voice trembling a little.

"What do you mean?"

Bai Cha didn't say anything and walked straight into the room.

She pushed open the room where the middle-aged man was burning incense.

There should be a statue of a god or something else on the altar in the house, but in any case, it was empty.

It was taken away.

It seems that the other party’s purpose is very clear, but I don’t know what it is for.

But there are indeed a lot of clues in this room. At a glance, red silk threads are densely intertwined on both walls, so many that they almost turn the entire wall red.

If you look closely, you will find that each silk thread is connected to two nails nailed to the wall, and there is a piece of talisman paper on each nail.

Bai Cha walked over, tore off a piece of talisman paper and opened it.

Followed by a name.

"Qi Tongjun."

Tear it again, there is a corresponding name on the back of each piece of talisman paper, and they can be matched completely with the roster.

Behind him were parents squeezing in. Some of them heard Bai Cha read out their children's names and subconsciously rushed in.

"What does it mean?"

The parents were in disbelief.

However, I have already realized the sinister intentions behind these lists.

Bai Cha saw them swarming in, stepped onto the altar and stood there tall.

Mother Han didn't come in.

She stood at the door, pressed tightly against the wall behind her.

She and Bai Cha looked at each other across the crowd.

In her eyes, Bai Cha still looked like Han Yingying, but she was so calm and powerful.

That's not her daughter.

Mother Han showed an expression that looked like she was crying but not crying.

Everything in the nightmare reappeared before my eyes.

The strange words said by the middle-aged man, and the names and red lines posted in this room.

She is not a fool, she is not well educated, so she is sometimes superstitious, but she knows these things.

Someone killed her daughter.

Stole her daughter's grades.

It turns out that someone can really steal the results.

No, it’s not just the grades that are stolen.

And her children.

Mother Han opened her mouth and wanted to cry, but her chest was so blocked that she couldn't even make a sound.

She beat her chest desperately, as if that could relieve some of the pain.

However, the dream repeated over and over again, the image of my daughter lying in a pool of blood, her face disfigured beyond recognition, was so clear.

Bai Cha stood on the platform and was silent for a moment.

She suddenly jumped down lightly, pushed through the crowded and noisy crowd, came in front of Han's mother, and gently grabbed her hand.

She led her outside.

Outside the door, at the entrance of the unit, a group of ghosts stood there in an orderly manner.

Most of them died by jumping off buildings.

Some people drowned.

Some people also cut their wrists.

Some people also take medicine.

Every one of them was so hideous and horrible.

The players stood there as if they were facing a great enemy.

To be honest, when the group of parents rushed in, these ghosts appeared all of a sudden.

Many players have not seen the ghosts yet, which really gave them a scare.

Bai Cha pulled Han's mother out and received the attention of everyone present, whether human or ghost.

Some of them are malicious, some have ambiguous meanings, and most of them are just observing.

"Han Yingying." Bai Cha shouted to the equally thin figure in the last row of ghosts.

Han Yingying shrank her neck and kept her head down, pretending that she didn't hear anything.

"Han Yingying, didn't you say you wanted to tell your mother that you love her? Come over and tell her yourself."

Bai Cha's voice was cold and contained a pressure that could not be refused.

Han Yingying lowered her head even more, wishing she could be a quail or an ostrich, digging a hole on the spot and burying her head.

Mother Han has come to her senses. She has no feelings towards these scary-looking ghosts.

She stared blankly at the familiar figure among the ghosts.

That's her child.

It turned out that her Yingying was really dead...