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The sudden shouts of "robbery!" from behind startled not only the "kidnapped" man, but also the girl in the red dress who was trying to create a connection with the mysterious silk.

In that instant, the silk thread accidentally connected to the "robber," but death did not come.

"Hehe, sir, you must be joking," the kidnapped man said stiffly.

The unexpected situation successfully attracted the attention of other passersby, who all cast curious glances at it.

After all, the way the two men were standing together was too easy for people to misunderstand. How could they be so openly hugging and cuddling in the street?

"Yeah, but aren't you afraid of being targeted by something like that?"

The man stiffened slightly and briefly, then asked in a blank tone, "What are you watching?"

A figure walked up to him, reached out his right hand and grabbed the girl in the red dress by the neck like he was grabbing a chick. He then turned to the man who had just been "kidnapped" and gave him a bright, sunny smile before pulling down his baseball cap and quickly walking through the crowd away.

The man's eyes widened.

He turned his head left and right, took a deep breath, and then quickly left, no longer joining in the commotion on the street.

Get in the car.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Didn't we agree to investigate the ghost story of the 'Haunted Bridge' at Eastlake University today, Mr. Photographer?"

"Do you remember Chen Guilin, the man who killed Aberdeen a while ago?" the man, referred to as the photographer, asked inexplicably.

"Of course, he was absolutely ruthless, it was such a big news story, but I didn't have the chance to join... So, you saw him?"

"No, but I... I just saw an acquaintance and chatted with him for a few minutes."

"Oh, okay. Don't forget our work today. I'll wait for you at the school gate!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, the photographer, who had just been kidnapped, did not immediately head towards Donghu University. Instead, he used his mobile phone to search for wanted criminals across Taiwan online.

Lin Luhe ranked first, and Chen Guilin ranked second. The wanted criminal Hong Konger, who was originally ranked second, was killed by Chen Guilin not long ago.

No one could figure out what grudge they had against each other; everyone was just cheering for the dogs to fight.

The photographer's gaze then shifted to the figure ranked third.

Tan Wenjie.

He is said to be extremely heinous, having killed countless people, and the bounty on his head is terrifying, but the cases related to him have not been made public.

Looking at the photo on the wanted poster, he subconsciously compared it to the man with the bright smile and baseball cap he had just seen, and finally concluded that they were the same person.

"He actually managed to catch that thing with his bare hands. If he had helped, maybe..." The photographer looked at the endless stream of people and knew that he had lost track of the other person.

He started the car and drove off in the agreed-upon direction.

……

Tan Wenjie held the girl in the red dress in his left hand, and gently pinched his right index finger and thumb together. When he opened them, they stretched out like spider silk.

Although there are no gods in this world, there are no restrictions on the use of magic. Even without relying on external forces, Tan Wenjie is capable of fighting against millions of fierce ghosts on his own.

However, this world has existed for an unknown amount of time, and the number of all kinds of fierce ghosts accumulated there is well over a million.

He appears to be fighting against thousands, but in reality, he is already in danger.

"Can you understand me?"

After realizing she couldn't harm Tan Wenjie, the girl in the red dress curled up and stopped struggling, staring at him with her blank white eyes, like a walking corpse.

"Will the death of a ghost in this world be detected?"

Tan Wenjie stood still, but the shadow beneath his feet seemed to come alive, slowly raising its hand to overlap with the girl in the red dress and quickly swallowing her up.

He stood there for a while, feeling no discomfort. After confirming that no one was watching him, he took out a cell phone.

This is a mobile phone that Silly Girl No. 9 created for him by combining various advanced technologies, which can easily achieve silent and stealthy intrusion in a technologically backward world.

On the phone screen, the signal stopped at "Donghu University".

It was the tracking location he had deliberately left on the man when he had just been in contact with him.

Since the gods are isolated, using technology to cheat and complete the task properly, following the rules to pass the level, is not Tan Wenjie's style.

If you catch as many ghosts as possible silently, the problem will naturally be solved.

Tan Wenjie casually opened the door of a car parked on the roadside, easily stole it, and drove away.

Donghu University, which has been established for 62 years, is associated with numerous supernatural legends.

His phone was broadcasting the relevant information he had compiled after conducting the investigation.

"There is a well-known legend at Donghu University called the 'Haunted Bridge.' It is said that if you cross this 'Haunted Bridge' at midnight, an extra step will mysteriously appear on the 13th floor of the bridge. There are also terrifying and supernatural photos of students on campus circulating online. There is even an abandoned dormitory on campus where a student is said to have committed suicide. Some students have also seen what appears to be a long-haired female ghost in the mirror in the toilet."

"This bridge was originally built to make things easier for students. It didn't have a name when it was first built. Because it was located in a desolate area of ​​the school, many ghost stories began to circulate among the students. One story is that a female student was abandoned by a heartless man and eventually jumped into the lake to commit suicide. Since then, an extra step will appear on the stairs at midnight."

"He drowned himself in the lake, or was he a water ghost?"

Beside him was a water ghost named Chu Renmei, who had undergone multiple enhancements. If the water ghosts in this world didn't have any special characteristics, they probably couldn't compare to Chu Renmei.

The car arrived at its destination.

Tan Wenjie got out of the car and swaggered into the university gate. As a wanted criminal, the baseball cap he wore was his compromise with the disguise.

Students coming and going unconsciously turned their attention to him.

"Damn, the world is really hostile towards me."

He was just an ordinary handsome guy who would be surrounded by onlookers even when walking normally, and someone might call the police in a little while.

He followed the tracking location, and it was as easy as going back to his hometown.

Soon they arrived at a small bridge.

The lake was on both sides, and the air was cold and damp.

In front of the small bridge are stone steps leading upwards, roughly a dozen or so.

The man who had met him once before and was abducted was in front of him fiddling with a camera, and a female reporter was hosting a program in front of the camera.

The female reporter noticed Tan Wenjie's figure, but only paused briefly before returning to her work.

After a segment ends.

The photographer looked down to check the video footage.

"Ade, shall we go and check the information?" the female reporter suggested.

She glanced in Tan Wenjie's direction, but when she saw that he was just staring blankly at the lake, she didn't pay any attention.

After all, these are just supernatural legends, at most associated with some death cases, and there is no way that ghosts or anything like that exist.

“Okay.” Photographer Ade nodded, unaware of the figure behind him.

The two of them set off together onto the bridge haunted by the female ghost.

For some reason, the female reporter suddenly had a whim: "One, two, three..."

She was stunned.

I found myself counting the steps without even realizing it, and although it wasn't dark yet, this was not a good sign.

Before she knew it, she had already counted to 13 steps.

"Phew~" She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was only level 13, and the rumored level 14 did not appear, otherwise the female ghost would have appeared.

Footsteps sounded behind her. The female reporter turned around: "Ade, where are you going, ah..."

But then she saw her photographer already chatting with the man in the baseball cap.

“Tan Wenjie, a wanted criminal.” Ade was not afraid and looked at Tan Wenjie, saying, “You’re here to deal with the ghost bridge? So, all the crimes you committed that made you a wanted criminal were for catching ghosts, right?”

"Stop trying to outsmart me," Tan Wenjie said disdainfully.

The character of a wanted criminal who was wrongly accused while trying to catch a ghost is a clichéd one and doesn't fit his sunny and cheerful image.

Ade: "..." "What can I say?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Ade shook his head.

He pointed to his mouth, but kept it tightly shut.

It means that he was unable to give any answer, that there was some kind of restriction binding him, and that he could not utter a single word to the outside world.

"Will I die?" Tan Wenjie asked again.

Ade shook his head again.

"So useful?" Tan Wenjie decisively drew his knife and stabbed the other man in the heart.

Ade's eyes widened.

The female reporter, who had thought the two were having a friendly conversation from a distance, screamed "Ah!"

Tan Wenjie calmly drew his sword, blood spurting out.

With a large loss of blood, Ad convulsed and collapsed to the ground, his breathing becoming very rapid, as if he were about to suffocate. However, after struggling for a while, his breathing became steady, and even the wound on his chest began to heal rapidly.

A hand stained with black blood reached out from behind Ade and grabbed at Tan Wenjie's head.

The moment Tan Wenjie was touched by that hand, the scenery before his eyes changed.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing at the entrance of Donghu University.

It felt as if everything I had just done was an illusion, and that I was only visiting this university for the first time.

"They actually managed to forcibly drag me into a miniature world?"

Tan Wenjie was somewhat surprised.

This is partly due to his lack of resistance, but the fact that a water ghost could create a small world shows that, in terms of creativity alone, it has probably surpassed his Shadow Secret World.

Whether it's simply a replication or a world that can continue to develop, he still needs to explore this further.

If the female water ghost truly possessed such powerful abilities, he decided to warmly invite her into his shadow world.

Turn your head to look at the surrounding environment.

The faces of the students passing by were blurry; they were clearly just background figures in this world, unable to interact with each other.

After adjusting his baseball cap, Tan Wenjie finally saw a female student who seemed normal in every way.

He walked over and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Bridge of the Cursed Woman?"

"The Haunted Bridge?" She looked up at Tan Wenjie several times before finally asking, "You don't really want to come here to encounter ghosts and seek thrills, do you?"

"is it a lot?"

"No, some senior students have been organizing us to play some spooky games these past few days," the girl explained. "I just happened to participate too."

After staring at Tan Wenjie's face for a while, the girl said again, "Actually, this kind of activity is quite interesting, but there are no ghosts in the world."

This time it was Tan Wenjie's turn to look at the other person.

A young and pretty face, its expression brimming with the fearlessness of a newborn calf.

In a world where ghosts exist, those who firmly believe in materialism die at a rate second only to Black people in Western horror films; they are either the first or the second to die.

"Are you...?" the girl hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "Are you a celebrity?"

Tan Wenjie lowered his voice: "Yes, it is."

Too lazy to explain.

"Oh, no wonder everyone's staring at you, are you a singer?"

"I've sung a few songs, but they weren't very popular. I've also acted in movies."

There was a time when he almost got to film "The Corpse-Transporting Duck King," but in the end he stuck to his briefs and gave up the chance to soar to the top and become a movie star.

"Keep it up! You can succeed as long as you work hard," the girl said with a simple word of encouragement. "I'll take you there; our activity will start soon."

There are many celebrities on the island, and the chances of running into them are very high. Moreover, in his eyes, Tam Man-kit is just a handsome but not famous minor celebrity.

This is the largest group, and they are no different from ordinary workers.

"My name is Zheng Lin'en, a first-year student in the Fine Arts Department. What about you?"

"Jam Man Kit, a...star."

A wanted "big star".

"So cold." Zheng Lin'en complained, then frowned and thought, "It sounds familiar. It seems you really are a celebrity with some fame."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "That's right, but you need to keep your voice down. If someone knows I'm here, they might come chasing after me like crazy."

"Really?" Zheng Lin'en asked suspiciously.

"uh-huh."

"Tch, I don't believe it."

The two arrived together at the Ghost Bridge, where someone was already waiting.

"Lynn, who is this?"

The four people who arrived early looked at Tan Wenjie.

"Senior, senior, this Mr. Tan is particularly interested in the 'Haunted Bridge' event, so he'd like to apply to join," Zheng Lin'en said somewhat shyly. "It's more fun with more people, right?"

The senior student who had just asked the question frowned, seemingly somewhat reluctant.

Zheng Lin'en then said, "Aren't we short-staffed?"

"Alright, but the ceremony absolutely cannot be disrupted."

"Don't worry!" Zheng Lin'en patted her chest and assured him, "I will take good care of him."

After saying that, he turned and winked at Tan Wenjie.

"I've got your back."

"Thank you then."

Tan Wenjie's gaze swept over the passersby, finally settling on one of them, the photographer Ade. Ade was also there, but judging from his confused look, he didn't seem to recognize him.

"Actually, the game is very simple," said the passerby, a senior student. "Walk across the ghost bridge, then count the steps. If you count to 14 steps, never turn back, or you will definitely die."

She clearly lacked the ability to intimidate people, and everyone simply nodded calmly after hearing her explanation.

Who wants to be the first to try?

Tan Wenjie volunteered.

"I come."

"Wow." Zheng Lin'en feigned regret, "I thought I could get the chance."

"Can you see the female ghost after counting to the 14th step?" Tan Wenjie asked.

“That’s right, I hope you don’t count to the end,” said the female student who was just passing by.

Yes, there is hope.

Tan Wenjie stepped across the bridge and stopped in front of the steps, counting them one by one.

soon.

He said, "14."

Just then, a voice came from behind him. Without hesitation, Tan Wenjie immediately turned around to look.

A funny face was pressed against his face.

"Roar—" The female ghost spat out black blood, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws.

Tan Wenjie smiled: "Got you?" (End of Chapter)