Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 6 I don't think I'm the first in line to the throne anymore.
"Besides 'touching', are there also 'eating' and 'konging'?"

Yan Ming glanced down at the two marbles. He didn't know their specific uses, but he could basically tell that they were neither edible nor tangible.

As Grandma just mentioned, if you bump into three "Realm" balls, you can temporarily create a special environment. He is very curious about the specific effects of this.

Unfortunately, this marble can only be touched once, and cannot be experimented with casually.

"Jing" means creating an environment, which is somewhat similar to the concept of environmental ghosts. In essence, can it create a home field and give you the advantage of fighting on your home field?

It's a bit like the weather in Pokémon battles, and there might even be a game of back-and-forth battles to seize home-field advantage.

Although Yan Ming had never met the players of those bizarre games, he knew that wherever there are people, there will be conflict, and bizarre games could not possibly be a process in which players work together to fight against threats.

after all……

At a four-person mahjong table, only one person can ever win.

Aside from the "Realm" ball, the effects of the other four types of balls can probably be guessed from their names. It's unclear whether there will be any more opportunities to obtain more marbles.

Upon hearing Yan Ming's words, the old woman was immediately puzzled: "What do you mean by 'eat'? What do you mean by 'argue'? What are you talking about?"

Yan Ming was somewhat surprised: "Haven't you heard of mahjong?"

Having lived for so many years, even if you don't understand the rules of mahjong, you must have at least heard of mahjong-specific terms like "pong" and "kong," right?

The cat-faced old woman blinked: "Sesame paste? The kind you eat?"

"No, it's just a form of entertainment and gambling." Yan Ming shook his head, indicating that mahjong was a game that had never existed in this city.

This differential treatment only convinced him of the importance of the "mahjong" element in the bizarre game.

The old woman reacted quickly and immediately understood: "It's something unique to the outside world, right? If I can go out, I definitely want to try it."

The old woman's reaction was very firm when she said this.

"Go out?" Yan Ming thought of the world outside the Ghost Realm, and his eyes darkened.

The old woman didn't notice this. She continued, "I've been preparing for this for many years. I've personally witnessed those outsiders leaving Wangcheng, which means there must be a way out of Wangcheng. I want to go out and see."

“I’ve done a lot of research. This hospital started acting strangely more than 20 years ago, so I guess it’s related to that group of outsiders. So, you can find a way to leave Wangcheng here.”

She smiled and said, "After more than 20 years of hard work, my family has finally stopped objecting, and I can finally do some things I want to do."

"Have your family members come to terms with it?" Yan Ming asked curiously.

“My whole family is dead,” the old woman answered honestly.

Yan Ming thought for a moment and then said, "The outside world may not be better than this place."

The old woman didn't care much about this, but insisted, "I'm 79 years old, I don't care. I've measured the size of Wangcheng with my own feet, it's very cramped, so I want to go to a wider place."

Yan Ming couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "It's the perfect age to go out and explore."

Since that's the case, there's no need to say anything more. The old lady is as old as several adults, so she naturally has her own principles when it comes to doing things.

They are only temporary teammates. Although they need each other now, they are not at the point where they can interfere with each other's thoughts.

After all, the first target he chose after successfully pretending to be a ghost was the old woman. It's true that he initially trusted her, but it's impossible to say that he was completely unguarded.

If you're not careful, you'd be dead long ago during this period of supernatural resurgence.

"Young man, what brings you to this hospital?" The cat-faced old woman changed the subject and looked at Yan Ming.

The two of them were currently in the corridor, in blind spots of two surveillance cameras, making the area relatively safe. Now that she had been honest about her situation, she should learn more about Yan Ming.

We may encounter more dangers ahead, so confirming the composition of our teammates is crucial.

Yan Ming smelled the disinfectant in the shadows and flipped to the back pages of the small notebook in his hand. It was a form.

Despair gripped the real world, and his main goal in entering the Ghost Realm was to find a possible utopia or paradise. This form was his primary basis for judgment.

The table is mainly divided into four categories: resources, security, order, and strangeness. The overall level of the first three categories should reach a passing grade, while the last category is a deduction item, and the lower the score, the better.

Just looking at the phobia that affected the entire city, the ghost-pretending method, and the bizarre games that had appeared before, Yan Ming wrote "7" on the "bizarre" category with a pencil.

In his opinion, this was a rather dangerous value, and since he had only just begun to investigate Wangcheng, this value needed to be improved.

Aside from its eeriness, Yan Ming was quite satisfied with Wangcheng. It had no shortage of resources and a relatively stable social order, making it a much more livable city than reality.

Unfortunately, just like the real-life Haicheng, it's a bit xenophobic.

“I’m looking into Wangcheng. If possible, I’ll settle here,” Yan Ming replied.

After thinking for a moment, the old woman didn't interfere with Yan Ming's decision. Instead, she took a bunch of keys off her person and said, "Isn't that perfect? ​​When I leave Wangcheng, I'll leave my house here to you."

"Really?" Yan Ming hadn't expected such an unexpected bonus, so he readily accepted.

It's amazing to have gotten a house for free; even as a temporary place to stay, it's quite nice.

"Of course, I won't need it anymore anyway." The old woman waved her hand. She didn't have any relatives or friends, and she was worried about who to give the house to. Now that she saw that she liked this young man, she decided to give it to him.

However, Yan Ming knew that it was already past 10 o'clock, and even if he wanted to go to the old woman's house, he would have to wait until the next day.

Moreover, he had already made two plans. If the habitability of the Ghost Realm did not meet his requirements, he would naturally find an opportunity to evacuate. It would be best to find a way to evacuate from Wangcheng as soon as possible.

You can enter and exit the Ghost Realm, but the methods of evacuation are often bizarre and varied.

Yan Ming still remembers one of the wheelchair-bound king's rare jokes:

"I've never been to the Ghost Realm, so I can only guess based on what I've heard. Maybe you can escape via a side path, maybe you can pay to escape while on a mission, or maybe a helicopter will come to pick you up from the Ghost Realm border."

In short, the evacuation method will appear in a way that conforms to the internal logic of the Ghost Realm. The deeper the analysis of the secrets within the Ghost Realm, the easier it will be to find a way out.

Yan Ming guessed that the way Wangcheng evacuated might be the old route left behind by the group of players more than 20 years ago.

The old woman handed him the bunch of keys, then took out one of the larger keys and said, "This is the front door key. The other keys are for the bedrooms, bathrooms, and so on. You can go and see for yourself when the time comes."

She continued, "Give me a piece of paper, and I'll write the address on it and put it in my keychain."

So Yan Ming tore off a piece of paper, handed the pencil to the old woman, and then opened the hidden compartment of the keychain.

There were two more slips of paper in the interlayer, with identical words on them, even the handwriting was very similar.

[Unit 1, Building 12, Moonlit Residential Complex, Apartment 701]

"Grandma, do you live in Building 12 of Moonlit Community?" Yan Ming held the note in his hand.

"Yes, how did you know?" The old woman, who was writing with her head down, looked at Yan Ming in surprise.

Yan Ming chuckled and said, "Then I might not be the first in line to succeed you."

Grandma: "?"

This was obviously a joke; he was pretty sure all three notes were addressed to him, which meant he had known the old woman for a long time.

And we met three times.

　New author, new book, seeking everything!!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)