This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The face on the screen, which was originally blurry, began to distort and stretch, as if it had been violently kneaded by an invisible hand!

The space where the eyes were had transformed into two bottomless black holes.

Its mouth suddenly opened wide, stretching all the way to its ears, revealing no teeth, only pitch blackness.

His entire face transformed into a distorted, deathly pale, bloodless boy's face!

That face was staring intently at the people outside the screen!

It seemed to penetrate that cold LCD screen and see into everyone's eyes!

"Waaah..."

A faint sobbing sound arose from somewhere.

It didn't sound like it was coming from computer speakers; the sound was very soft and ethereal, yet it penetrated into everyone's ears with unparalleled clarity.

Just like...

It's like a child hiding in a corner of a private room, suppressing their sobs and whimpering softly.

The faint, elusive sound echoed in the dimly lit second floor, penetrating everyone's eardrums like a cold awl, stirring their nerves.

Li Hao and his friend Zhao Qiang have completely broken down.

The two people slumped to the ground, one ashen-faced and the other trembling with fear, too weak to even run away.

Zhang Chen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the chill in his heart.

He turned his head and gave a stern command to Wang Xiaoer, who was also pale-faced beside him.

"Step back behind me, protect yourselves, and keep an eye on the two of them!"

Wang Xiaoer's mind went blank for a moment, but his body moved unconsciously.

He grabbed Li Hao's arm and kicked Zhao Qiang, who was almost scared to death, dragging the two of them behind Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen did not turn around.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the eerie screen.

He slung the canvas bag over his shoulder in front of him, unzipped it, and reached inside.

This time, he didn't pick up those A4 sheets of paper that looked unreliable.

His hand reached straight to the bottom of the backpack.

There, there was an object wrapped in layers of yellow cloth.

He took the item out.

The yellow cloth was untied, revealing the true appearance underneath.

A small peach wood sword.

The sword was only the size of a palm, dark in color, as if it had been smoked countless times, covered with fine spiderweb-like cracks, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

Besides the peach wood sword, there were also several talismans.

The texture of the talisman paper was completely different from the previous printed paper.

The paper is yellowed and brittle, with some tears at the edges. The runes on it are hand-painted with cinnabar, the strokes are vigorous, and there is a faint shimmering light, as if it contains some kind of power.

The moment these items were brought out, the chilling, bone-chilling atmosphere in the entire private room seemed to lessen somewhat.

Wang Xiaoer hid behind, his eyes wide open.

This was the first time he had realized that Zhang Chen had such a "real thing" hidden in his shabby bag.

Zhang Chen's expression was more solemn than ever before.

He held a talisman in his left hand, raised his right hand in a sword-finger gesture, and without the slightest hesitation, suddenly put his index finger into his mouth and bit down hard!

"hiss."

He winced in pain, and a drop of bright red blood seeped from his fingertip.

Immediately afterwards, he smeared the drop of blood onto the cinnabar runes of the talisman.

The moment the blood droplet merged with the rune, the yellowed talisman paper emitted a faint red light.

Zhang Chen muttered incantations, uttering a few indistinct syllables.

"Imperial Edict!"

With a low shout, Zhang Chen flicked his wrist, and the talisman stained with his blood transformed into a yellow shadow, accurately striking the computer screen!

"Sizzle!"

A deafening, teeth-grinding electrical blast!

The moment the talisman touched the screen surface, it burst into flames as if it had been doused with gasoline!

The raging flames exploded on the screen, but strangely, they didn't damage the screen at all; they only burned the distorted ghost face, causing it to shake violently.

The grotesque face on the screen seemed to be suffering immense pain.

Its mouth, stretched to its ears, was opened to its limit silently, as if emitting a shriek inaudible to humans.

The entire computer screen began to flicker wildly, alternating between light and dark, with static and ghostly faces intertwined.

at the same time.

The temperature in the entire private room suddenly dropped to freezing!

A powerful gust of cold wind appeared out of nowhere and raged wildly in the confined space.

Empty beverage bottles, waste paper towels, and cigarette boxes on the table were blown into a mess and crashed to the ground.

That chilling wind, like an invisible giant hand, slammed hard into Zhang Chen's chest.

"puff!"

Zhang Chen groaned and staggered back two steps uncontrollably.

His face instantly turned pale.

Wang Xiaoer reacted quickly and caught his swaying body.

Are you alright?

His voice was filled with deep worry.

Zhang Chen steadied himself, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and shook his head.

He stared at the talisman that had turned to ashes on the screen, his gaze becoming incredibly heavy.

"You underestimated it."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"This thing is no ordinary earthbound spirit."

"It seems to have become one with this computer, or rather, with this game."

Earthbound spirits, as the name suggests, are vengeful spirits that are bound to a specific location.

They are usually unable to leave their confinement area, and their power is relatively limited.

But this thing in front of us is clearly beyond that scope.

It doesn't simply "stay" in the computer; rather, it transforms the computer and the long-discontinued game into its own "body" and its own "domain."

Although the "Evil-Breaking Talisman" just now damaged it, most of its power was distributed and neutralized by this "domain".

That's why Zhang Chen suffered a backlash.

Just as he was speaking, the screen flickering gradually stopped.

That distorted, ghostly face also disappeared.

The screen returned to the chaotic graveyard scene from the game, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

Seeing this, Li Hao and Zhao Qiang relaxed their tense nerves a little.

"Master... Master, has it... has it left?" Li Hao asked, trembling.

Zhang Chen did not answer.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Because he knew that things weren't over yet.

really.

The game screen has undergone a new change.

On the once deserted, chaotic graveyard, shadowy figures began to move behind the crooked tombstones.

one……

again……

One by one, other game characters slowly rose from behind the grave mounds, from the weeds, and from under the withered trees.

They were dressed in the same tattered beginner's clothes as the original character.

They all had faces that were equally pale and distorted, with features that looked like they had been crumpled up!

Their movements were exactly the same as the original character: stiff and slow, like a series of poorly manipulated puppets.

They came from all directions, taking stiff steps, slowly "walking" towards the screen.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

They drew closer and closer.

Finally, they stopped at the very front of the screen, densely packed together, filling the entire game screen.

Dozens of identical, distorted ghost faces, separated by a screen, all "looked" at Zhang Chen and his three companions outside.

They looked as if they were trying to crawl out of that cold LCD screen!