You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Elixir?

good fortune?

When Brother Long heard those words, he almost spat them out.

This is called an elixir of immortality?

This is clearly a death warrant made by that unlucky shadow ghost!

Whoever eats this will die!

And even undergo a complete transformation, becoming an immortal on the spot?

I think he should just die immediately and be reborn on the spot!

However, he dared not curse.

He could only keep his mouth shut, shrinking into the ghost bride's arms, desperately trying to minimize his presence.

All he wants to do now is be a mushroom.

A quiet mushroom, unseen by anyone.

But things didn't go as he hoped.

As the paper effigy of the Taoist priest on the stage raised the elixir high.

"Whoosh!"

Below the stage, the hundreds of ghostly spectators all turned their heads in unison once again.

Thousands of gazes, some filled with resentment, some with greed, and some with numbness, were fixed on Brother Long and his three companions.

This time, their eyes no longer held the blankness they had before.

Instead, there was a hint of...urging.

And, undisguised, intense malice.

A massive mental pressure, formed from the combined resentment of hundreds of ghosts, swept towards the four of them.

"puff!"

The experienced driver, who had just caught his breath, was the first to be hit, spitting out a mouthful of blood and turning ashen-faced instantly.

Professor Chen also let out a muffled groan, his body swayed, and he almost fell over again.

Lancet's condition was slightly better, but her brows were tightly furrowed, and her face looked very pale.

Only Brother Long, thanks to the protection of the ghost bride, barely withstood this mental shock.

But he also felt like his head was about to explode, buzzing.

The blood-red malevolent aura emanating from the ghost bride was suppressed within a one-meter radius around her body by this immense collective will, and could no longer be released outwards as before.

This is not a one-on-one fight.

This is the story of four people and one ghost fighting against the rules and resentment of the entire Sealed Soul Village!

"Why...aren't you saying anything?"

On the stage, the Taoist priest's voice, as he sculpted paper figures, grew somewhat impatient.

"You... dare to refuse the blessings bestowed upon you by our ancestors?"

reject?

The consequence of refusing would likely be being torn to shreds on the spot by these hundreds of vengeful ghosts.

Then their souls will become the catalyst for refining the next elixir.

But should I not refuse and go up to receive the reward?

That would be suicide!

Eating that damned thing will only lead to a worse fate than the Shadow Ghost!

Just when everyone was at a loss and in despair.

Professor Chen, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up, trembling, with the help of Lancet.

He straightened his somewhat disheveled Zhongshan suit, then bowed deeply and respectfully towards the stage.

His action stunned everyone.

Including the paper effigy of the Taoist priest on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, Professor Chen, in an extremely aged yet clear and articulate tone with a special rhythm, loudly proclaimed his greeting.

"A junior scholar, Chen Keji."

"It is an honor to be able to see your beautiful face today; it is a blessing beyond measure."

"Our ancestor has shown us great kindness by bestowing this elixir upon us; we are ashamed to accept it."

His voice echoed throughout the entire theater.

The immense mental pressure weighing on everyone seemed to lessen slightly after his words.

The paper effigy on the stage tilted its stiff head, as if trying to understand the meaning behind Professor Chen's words.

Professor Chen didn't stop, continuing to speak in that old-fashioned tone.

"We are mere mortals, with flesh and blood, and our virtue is unworthy of our position. We fear that we might defile this supreme elixir."

As the saying goes, treasures are given to heroes, and elixirs are given to masters.

"Such a divine object should be enjoyed by a highly respected elder, so as not to fail the good intentions of our ancestors."

"We are willing to protect you, senior, and congratulate you on your...attainment of enlightenment and ascension!"

The words fell.

Professor Chen suddenly turned around and pointed to the front row of the audience, where the person had been sitting upright and motionless the entire time…

A zombie in Qing Dynasty official robes!

Professor Chen's finger strike was earth-shattering!

No one expected him to pull this stunt of shifting the blame!

Moreover, it has drawn such... confidence and reason!

Brother Long was completely dumbfounded.

Can this be done?

Professor Chen is wasting his talents by not getting involved in pyramid schemes!

These words were perfectly worded, and they also took the opportunity to flatter the great terror behind the scenes and the so-called "senior".

This both indicated that he "didn't dare to accept" the offer and gave the other party a way out.

The viewers in the live stream suddenly burst into laughter.

[Holy crap! Professor Chen is awesome! Can you call this shirking responsibility when it comes to intellectuals? This is called fair distribution!]

[Zombie: I just came to see a show, why am I being called out? I was terrified.]

Since the rule is "Please let our esteemed guests receive their rewards," then I'll just push out a guest who's even more "valuable" than me!

Below the stage, an eerie silence fell once again.

All the ghosts' eyes followed Professor Chen's finger and focused on the Qing Dynasty zombie.

The zombie seemed to sense that something was wrong as well.

A hint of bewilderment flashed in its empty eyes.

It was just an ordinary hopping zombie, lacking intelligence, and couldn't understand what Professor Chen was saying at all.

All it knew was that something incredibly "good" was about to happen to it.

On the stage.

The Taoist priest's paper effigy was also stunned.

Professor Chen's statement is logically sound.

First, he referred to himself as a "junior learner," adopting an extremely humble attitude.

Secondly, the Qing Dynasty zombie he pointed out was indeed much more "noble" than them, modern people, in terms of age, and could be considered a "predecessor".

Finally, and most importantly, he did not refuse outright, but instead transferred the "reward" to someone else, thus saving face for his "ancestor".

The Taoist paper effigy, its CPU slightly overheated, stood frozen in place, holding a tray, seemingly waiting for some kind of "instruction".

Brother Long and his men were so nervous that their palms were sweaty.

Success or failure hinges on this!

If this method doesn't work, then they will really have no choice but to fight to the death.

at last.

After a deathly silence lasting half a minute.

The Taoist paper effigy slowly withdrew its gaze from Brother Long and the others, turning instead to the Qing Dynasty zombie in the first row.

Then, it flicked its wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The "Taiyin Refining Pill" that was floating on the tray turned into a red light and flew straight towards the Qing Dynasty zombie!

Become!

Professor Chen made the right bet!

Brother Long almost jumped up in excitement, but he managed to hold it back.

The elixir fell into the open mouth of the Qing Dynasty zombie, revealing two fangs.

"Gulp."

The zombie swallowed the pill instinctively.

next second.

With a deafening roar, its tattered Qing Dynasty official robes were torn to shreds.

Its originally withered, bluish-black skin quickly became tough and jet black, as if covered with a layer of black iron.

Its nails grew to over ten centimeters long, turning jet black and sharp.

A surge of corpse energy, more than ten times stronger than before, erupted from its body!

Seeing this, Brother Long and his men had only one thought in their minds.

fine……

Thank goodness I didn't eat that stuff earlier; it's definitely not a good thing!

But before they could even finish celebrating, another unexpected event occurred.

The armored zombie that was evolving seemed to have lost control due to the surge in its power.

It suddenly stood up from its seat, its blood-red eyes fixed on the paper figures on the stage.

It seems to want more!

"roar!"

It roared, pushed off with its legs, and charged straight toward the stage.

It actually tried to seize the stage!