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"you you you……"

Tai Xun pointed at Tan Wenjie's back, trembling.

Just as he was about to warn them, all of them tilted their heads to look at him. The dark shadows were only outlined in human form, with sharp, pinhole-like red dots flashing in their eye positions.

"What did you just say to thin air?" Tae-hoon quickly changed the subject.

He noticed that as soon as he finished speaking, all those things turned away and stopped paying attention to him.

While feeling relieved, I also felt a strange sense of guilt.

"It's the phone." Tan Wenjie picked up his phone.

Tae-hoon persisted: "But your screen wasn't lit up just now."

He turned his head to the side: "Bluetooth headset."

Tan Wenjie looked at Tai Xun speechlessly: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"On your back..."

Even though those things might target him because of this, Tae-hoon still gritted his teeth and reminded him.

"Shh." Tan Wenjie raised his index finger. "Keep your voice down, or you'll scare them away."

Tae-hoon: "?"

Wait, does that mean he already knew, but just pretended not to?

In this house that has come back to life, Tan Wenjie tries his best to look like an ordinary person. His swaggering around finally attracts the attention of those things.

Tai Xun's pupils contracted, and in the reflection of his eyes, pairs of children's arms grabbed Tan Wenjie's throat, hugging his head, leaving only one of his eyes exposed.

He stood up as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"Oh dear, I suddenly feel like going for a walk tonight."

"Wait!" Tai Xun got up, wanting to chase after him but stopped out of fear, watching Tan Wenjie walk out of the room.

By the time he made up his mind to come out, Tan Wenjie had already disappeared from the outside.

With a crackling sound, the corridor lights began to flicker, and a fat figure appeared at the end of the line of sight.

“Zai…Zai Shi?” Tae-hoon looked at the figure that suddenly appeared under the light.

Behind him, mycelium and mold rapidly ravaged the clean space of the entire building as the chubby boy, Jae-seok, walked step by step toward Tae-hoon.

"Tae-hoon, why were you so rude to my parents?" Jae-seok's voice was trembling with tears. "My parents are so sad. They said I didn't treat my friends well."

"Ah—Shiba!" Tae-hoon turned and ran back to his room, closed the door, dragged a table over to block it, and then pushed the sofa to block the door, reinforcing his defense.

Mold brazenly crept in through the crack in the door, like a pair of black wings suddenly unfurling, instantly taking over the walls on both sides of the entryway.

In the corner, the sticky mycelium stretched and tugged, compressing the safe distance that Tae-hoon could see.

The door to room 504 was rotten, and a chubby hand covered in red rashes pushed it open.

Jae-seok stood in front of the entrance with his head down: "Tae-hoon, let's go back to my house, otherwise Mom and Dad will scold me for being a child who doesn't know how to entertain friends."

"Didn't your parents say that you shouldn't barge into other people's homes without an invitation?" a voice came from behind.

“It’s you.” Zaishi turned his head.

"You, you're back." Tae-hoon looked at Tan Wen-jie with surprise.

But his surprise quickly turned into horror.

The things hanging on Tan Wenjie were indeed gone, but behind him followed pairs of white shoes, running hurriedly and trampling each other.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a red thread had passed through the shoes. The rope tied to Tan Wenjie's hand was black, but the part that passed through the shoes had turned red and was still dripping blood.

Tan Wenjie raised his right hand and fanned himself in front of his nose.

"Your parents really do smell bad."

"Ah—!!" Zaishi went mad, tilting his head back to reveal his fat face covered in blisters and various lesions.

The fungus, carrying a dense swarm of mycelium, rushed towards Tan Wenjie, but Tan Wenjie simply raised his left hand.

Slowly bring your fingers together and then thrust them forward.

An ordinary sword finger pierced Zai Shi's head, causing his corpse to fall to the ground. However, it was quickly entangled and devoured by mold and mycelium, and rapidly rotted and deteriorated in the eyes of the two men.

"Ugh." Tae-hoon bent over and dry heaved.

There was nothing in my stomach, so I could only vomit some sour water.

His gaze fell upon the mold filaments, which seemed to flee like long-legged spiders.

“It ran away.” Tai Xun looked up at Tan Wenjie.

Unexpectedly, Tam Man-kit widened his eyes and shouted in an exaggerated manner, "Run!!"

"Huh?" Tae-hoon was stunned.

They must be more afraid of the mold that Zaishi and the others have turned into.

He glanced back at the completely decaying room, then used his elbows to push himself up and staggered to catch up.

Although I don't understand what happened, I should run away; he definitely wouldn't dare stay.

He rushed into the elevator without incident, and everything went smoothly without any accidents. Tae-hoon even wondered if they had already wiped out Jae-seok's entire family.

Inside the elevator, the security camera was covered by a yellow talisman with the Chinese character "封" (seal) written on it.

It was only after entering the elevator that Tae-hoon noticed that Tam Man-kit, who had been performing so extravagantly just moments before, was now expressionless.

When he looked down at his toes, Tae-hoon noticed a string of white shoes and a piece of moldy rice cake next to Tan Wen-jie.

"Gulp." He swallowed hard.

After glancing at the camera again, Tae-hoon chose to remain silent.

Don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.

The elevator goes up.

In room 708, a silicone doll carrying a knife is chasing a real estate agent.

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

"Help!" Seeing the two leave the elevator, the real estate agent rushed over as if he had found a savior.

……

In room 1504, a pair of eyes peer out through the cracks in the coffin.

"here we go."

He is the leader of the Guanglin Cult, who gathers believers from all over the world. Since obtaining that power, he has been thinking about how to achieve immortality.

Everything was part of its plan; it lived towards death.

Normally it hides in the space behind 1504, and no matter how many people come to search, they cannot find its trace. Only on the night of the hunting sacrifice, when it finds the object it wants, will it leave that space.

Tan Wenjie was its chosen target: healthy, handsome, and curious enough.

The first few conditions are necessary for becoming a vessel for reincarnation, while the last condition is necessary for luring the other party into depravity.

Even a cult leader who controls evil power cannot take action against someone who has no curiosity and is unwilling to court death. Everything needs to be done step by step, but in the end, someone still needs to walk into the trap.

The goal of the cult leader, Guanglin, was to gradually uncover the other party's fears and lure them into room 1504.

However, things didn't go as he expected.

Tan Wenjie did fall for it, getting entangled with those kids, but they had no effect on him.

In room 604, the family of three, transformed into moldy mycelium, seemed to have encountered something terrifying and invisible, and vanished quickly.

Next, the silicone doll in room 708 inexplicably disappeared.

The floors kept going up, there must be something wrong somewhere. Judging from the state of the people at the scene, they must be really scared.

The consciousness of the leader of the Guanglin Sect was projected into room 907, where he saw Cui Shanya being chased by her boyfriend Haojun.

“Seon-ah, didn’t I say…” Ho-joon approached step by step.

Blood seeped through the walls of the room, dripping thickly and leaving streaks.

"Knock, knock, knock." A rapid knocking sound.

Haojun paused noticeably.

Having shared a bed with him for so long, Choi Seon-ah understood the meaning behind his gaze. She took a deep breath to calm herself: "Who?!"

"police."

The voice outside the door sounded somewhat familiar, with a distinct foreign accent.

Choi Seon-ah subconsciously turned to look at Ho-joon, whose expression was clearly off.

“Good, good, good.”

"I won't tell anyone!" she immediately assured, while quickly unlocking the door.

As he rushed out, he immediately bumped into someone's arms.

"Help! There's something inside, it's not my boyfriend!" She tried anxiously to explain, but then realized something was wrong with what she was holding.

A fat belly and a face covered in stubble.

Looking up, I could see the handsome foreigner standing not far away, just over my shoulder.

So, whose arms did I end up in?
“Miss, I am a married man,” the real estate agent said.

It has to be said that hugging a real person is definitely more comfortable than hugging a silicone doll. In all his years of life, this is the first time someone has taken the initiative to hug him.

Cui Shanya pushed him away and quickly walked to Tan Wenjie's side. She noticed a nervous-looking young man next to him.

"If I hadn't caught you, your implanted nose would have fallen out long ago," the real estate agent muttered.

That's why he doesn't like real people—they're moody, ungrateful, and judge by appearances. His silicone wife is much better; it would be even better if she didn't come after him.

The group stared together at the entrance to Room 907, which looked like a cavern dripping with blood.

"Um, what should we do next?" the real estate agent asked Tan Wenjie in a low voice.

"Of course they ran away."

"Huh?" A dull, grating sound of rusty joints grinding together came from ahead. The real estate agent couldn't help but turn around and glance at Haojun, who was covered in blood and walking away step by step.

When he turned back, he saw Tan Wenjie running away first, and in the blink of an eye, only his back was left.

"Wait, wait for me!"

Haojun, from room 907, stood at the door, hesitating whether he should chase after them.

Although he had just felt a shiver from the depths of his soul, which meant that someone in that group was terrifying, the fact that they ran away as soon as they saw him meant they must be afraid of him.

He paused to think for only a moment, then followed his instinct to chase and rushed forward.

The one who should be afraid is definitely not yourself.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Haojun finally managed to grab onto the door crack, his head squeezing into the gap as softly as a slug, followed by his shoulders, chest, and other parts of his body.

Unlike what was expected, no one panicked except for Seon-ah.

The young student, Tae-hoon, even took out his phone and snapped photos, while the real estate agent was also holding his phone and muttering something.

In the end, Haojun's gaze was drawn to a right hand, the right hand of a handsome man.

The other person brought their index and middle fingers together and slowly extended them into view.

Gently dab it on your forehead.

"Squeaky-"

It sounded like blood was flowing freely, and my body felt like it was slowly becoming light and airy.

boom!
In the elevator corridor, the narrow elevator door was violently ripped open, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a flood, splattering radially onto the walls and ceiling.

"Ugh—I vomit!"

Choi Seon-ah bent over and vomited.

“At least we’re safe,” the real estate agent said.

She didn't lose her mind because of fear; the unusually quiet atmosphere in the elevator calmed her down.

The elevator doors closed, and the elevator continued upwards.

This time, we didn't stop and went straight to the top floor, the 15th floor.

……

The apartment manager was already waiting outside room 1504 with a flashlight.

there is a problem.

The residents, who had already been marked as prey, would all die tonight; this was part of the planned plot.

But an accident occurred, and those inhuman inhabitants disappeared one by one, with no one knowing who killed them.

The prey residents have already reached the top floor.

The administrator's face was directly facing the elevator, and he saw a group of people rushing out of the elevator with terrified expressions as if they had been chased the whole way.

It would be a lie to say that no flaws could be seen.

But everyone's acting was so fake that things started to get really complicated.

When the two sides met, the fear on the leader's face disappeared, and he looked up at the door number: "1504?"

Administrator: "Huh?"

The leader raised his fingers, revealing a blood-red palm from between his fingers.

"Certainly!"

The air seemed to freeze at his words; heartbeats, thoughts, everything slowed down.

It's not that it can't move, but it's held in place by countless thin threads and can't be moved freely.

As the other person's palm got closer and closer to his face, the apartment manager's vision flashed before his eyes.

Knowing that this was the headquarters of a cult, he and his underlings came to Guanglin Apartment to steal something, but they accidentally entered room 1504 and were captured by the leader of the Guanglin cult. From then on, he stayed and became the apartment manager.

His job included attracting more people to move in and selecting suitable reincarnation candidates for the cult leader.

My palm brushed against the apartment manager's ear.

"Snapped"

The door to room 1504 was pushed open, revealing a bizarre room covered with various talismans.

A coffin was placed across the center of the room.

Countless shards of glass-like cracks were scattered around the coffin, securing it firmly in place.

The coffin lid began to vibrate with a clicking sound, as if something was trying to push the coffin open.

From the cracks, bursts of sour, abyssal black gas emerged.

"Run." Tan Wenjie said calmly without turning around.

The ground shook violently, and black smoke instantly filled the entire 1504 room, followed by a huge tremor and a fire, with the temperature rising rapidly.

But a bead hovered beside Tan Wenjie, successfully shielding him from the flames.

The other residents then realized what was happening and hurriedly ran towards the elevator.

But when they rushed to the elevator, Haojun, covered in blood, was standing inside, tilting his head and looking at them.

It was also covered with shoes, mycelium, and the head of a silicone doll.

"what!!"

Everyone immediately abandoned the elevator and unanimously chose to run down the stairs.

Haojun staggered out of the stairs and saw Tan Wenjie with his back to him. He immediately abandoned his previous plan and walked towards Tan Wenjie step by step.

He remembered that Tan Wenjie had run away immediately when he saw him, which meant that the other party was just a cowardly and powerless ordinary person.

Just as Haojun approached, a finger suddenly came into his line of sight.

My vision was unfocused, my head felt swollen, as if something was wriggling rapidly inside me, and the squeaking sound seemed very close, as if it were inside my brain.

"Pro!"

Tan Wenjie poked Hao Jun's head with one finger, then slowly withdrew his hand to continue forming hand seals, ignoring the figure gradually disappearing into the smoke before him.

"Soldier..."

Outside Guanglin Apartment, the three who had successfully escaped were panting heavily, their hands on their knees.

They slumped to the ground, staring at the building completely shrouded in black mist, their own heartbeats ringing in their ears, pounding so hard they felt like they were about to burst out of their throats.

"Exterminate evil."

A calm voice came from behind.

The Guanglin Apartment, which was completely shrouded in black mist, was suddenly pierced by a sharp golden light, which broke through the darkness and extended to the end of sight.

Densely packed, more and more golden light burst forth, swirling around the entire building.

Until the dark mist that had enveloped the apartment was completely lifted.

A three-headed dragon tore open a huge hole in the rooftop, then swooped down from high above and coiled around the 15-story apartment building.

The ground beneath our feet was shaking violently, and the surrounding houses were affected, leaning to one side or the other.

"Boom!"

As the three giant dragons accelerated their coiling, the entire Guanglin Apartment was squeezed and deformed, the reinforced concrete collapsed, and boulders, windows, air conditioners, and other items fell down.

The electric sparks flickered, and a voice could be faintly heard, but it was too indistinct to be clear.

Inside the apartment building, pits resembling sinkholes have eroded the floor, leaving it looking like a honeycomb.

Tan Wenjie stood sideways against the wall, his body almost perpendicular to the ground.

In front of him was a mummified corpse wearing a robe with Chinese characters written on it.

"You think you've won?" The cult leader's mummified body always exuded an eerie and malevolent aura.

The answer it received was a thick pillar of lightning.

The lightning took only two seconds to build up and explode, and in the instant it flashed, it had already pierced through the entire 15th floor.

As Tan Wenjie rotated his right wrist, the lightning bolt sliced ​​through all the walls in the area like a cutting machine.

From the outside, the roof of the 15th floor of Guanglin Apartment, which was entangled by the three-headed dragon, was suddenly swept by a bolt of lightning, leaving a smooth cut that looked like a craniotomy on the apartment building.

The rooftop slid diagonally down the mirror-like cut, exploding into a cloud of dust with a loud bang.

Above the ruins, smoke and dust shrouded the entire area.

"Otherwise what?" Tan Wenjie seemed to be answering the cult leader's question earlier, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

If you're alive but the other person is dead, doesn't that mean you've won?

He stared at the cult leader's corpse. The power of the abyss invasion wasn't strong. In a low-level world like this, even with the enhancement of evil energy, the enemy's strength wouldn't increase much, no matter how much it doubled.

But the pervasive power of the abyss made him feel a sense of urgency.

When the smoke cleared, the surviving residents of Guanglin Apartment stared blankly at the ruins.

The three-headed dragon was gone; it vanished without a trace after completing its mission of devouring the entire apartment building.

Tan Wenjie also disappeared without a trace.

Did they die inside?
If it weren't for the ruins before them, they might have mistaken everything that had just happened for a dream.

Out of sight of the others, the female ghost Zhou Xiaoping muttered, "I'm a ghost, and I can't buy a ticket, so how am I supposed to fly back? Wait, I'm a ghost, why do I need a ticket?"

In the world of the Lotus Lantern, Tan Wenjie opened his eyes again.

He plans to study the relationships between the powers of vengeful spirits, incense, and so on, and maybe he can develop a temporary "dungeon-running" technique to find some low-level or high-difficulty secret realms and have others help him fight them.

The former is for laziness, the latter is for increasing the margin of error.

However, unexpectedly, news suddenly came from Su Daji's side.

A monkey actually came knocking, wanting to learn the secret to immortality from Su Daji. (End of Chapter)