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

Meanwhile, after protesting the humiliating position of being tucked under his armpits, Brother Long was being held in the arms of the Ghost Bride in a standard "princess carry".

The red wedding dress wrapped him up tightly, keeping him out of all dampness and cold.

The ghost bride moved at an astonishing speed, her feet barely touching the ground as she traversed the fog.

The terrifying aura emanating from her created an invisible aura.

Although those "salted meats" were attracted by the yang energy, they would instinctively avoid it once they got close enough, and instead pounce on Lu Zhixing and the directionally challenged person who had a weaker aura.

"Wife, hurry, hurry up!"

Brother Long nestled in the Ghost Bride's arms, not forgetting to arrogantly flash a peace sign at the camera.

"Brothers, did you see that? This is the ultimate level of being a kept man! Not only can you eat his food, but you can also use him as a mount!"

He was arrogant, but he was also feeling a chill of fear inside.

If it weren't for his wife's support, with his small frame, he would probably have been the first one turned into "husband and wife lung slices".

On the other hand, Lu Zhixing's situation was much worse.

He carried the little water ghost girl and ran at the back of the group, bearing most of the pressure of the chase.

The little girl in his arms was as cold as ice.

The chilling aura emanating from her neutralized, to some extent, the vibrant yang energy within Lu Zhixing, creating a subtle disguise.

This prevented him from becoming the primary target like those two unfortunate individuals.

Even so, his sanity was still rapidly declining.

The side effects of the Xuan Shui Mo Silk Robe are amplified under conditions of strenuous exercise and high mental stress.

Before Lu Zhixing's eyes, illusions abounded.

He saw the directionally challenged man next to him, his skin peeling off in patches, revealing the bright red flesh beneath.

He saw the ghost bride ahead, with countless slippery tentacles emerging from under her red veil.

He even saw his outstretched hand turn into a withered, claw-like ghostly hand.

[System Warning: Your sanity has dropped below 60! Your perception of reality is becoming distorted!]

"Master! Master, what's wrong with you!"

The terrified voice of the directionally challenged person rang in my ears.

He saw Lu Zhixing's eyes begin to glaze over, and his steps became unsteady.

"I...I'm fine..."

Lu Zhixing gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

In exceptional circumstances, the sanity-reducing side effect of this shroud would obviously come on faster than described.

If this continues, he will be completely lost in his illusions and unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

Just then, a small, cool hand gently touched his forehead.

The little water ghost seemed to sense Lu Zhixing's abnormality. She poked her head out from his arms, and a pure, cold aura emanated from her palm, like a clear spring in the sweltering summer, instantly flooding into Lu Zhixing's brain.

The rapidly growing dizziness and hallucinations were actually suppressed by a small amount.

Lu Zhixing's blurred vision regained a moment of clarity.

He could see clearly what was ahead.

At the edge of the thick fog, a dim, yellow lantern cast a faint light.

Under the lanterns was a shop with a sign that read "Complete Guide to Funeral Services".

"Over there! Quickly!"

With his last bit of strength, Lu Zhixing pointed forward.

That was their only way to survive!

Brother Long and the Ghost Bride were the first to arrive.

A person with a terrible sense of direction followed closely behind.

Lu Zhixing brought up the rear.

Just as he was about to rush to the door, a "salted meat" suddenly pounced down from the roof next to him, its sharp, bone-spur-like claws aimed straight for his back.

"Be careful!"

The directionally challenged person let out a gasp.

Lu Zhixing had no time to dodge.

At the critical moment.

"Bang!"

The door of the paper craft shop was suddenly kicked open from the inside.

A strong smell of burning paper money mixed with the fragrance of ink wafted over.

Immediately afterwards, a tall paper figure, holding a mourning stick, rushed out of the door and slapped the "salted meat" that was pouncing in mid-air away.

"What are you standing there for! Do you want to die out there?!"

Boss Zhou's anxious shouts came from inside the door.

Lu Zhixing and the directionally challenged man scrambled into the shop.

Brother Long and the Ghost Bride were already inside.

"Bang!"

Lu Zhixing slammed the heavy wooden door shut behind him.

Outside the door, a sudden burst of intense, chilling scratching and banging sounds filled the air.

The entire door was shaking violently.

Lu Zhixing took out a replica of the house-protecting talisman from his backpack and stuck it on the door with a "smack".

A faint golden light flashed across the talisman and disappeared.

The scratching sounds outside the door paused eerily for a moment.

Although they were still banging on the door, they seemed less reckless than before.

For now... we're safe.

Lu Zhixing leaned against the door, panting heavily.

The paper shop was dimly lit.

The air was filled with a peculiar smell of paper, ink, and incense.

The walls of the shop are covered with all sorts of paper crafts.

Paper figures, paper horses, mountains of gold, mountains of silver...

Strangely, the faces of those paper figures no longer had blurred features.

Instead, it clearly depicts the faces of "familiar people".

There was the village chief of the village of the wrongfully deceased, and several ghost audience members that Lu Zhixing had seen in the theater.

They wore stiff, eerie smiles, their dark, hollow eye sockets fixed on the few living people in the shop.

It was as if they were admiring several items that were about to be packaged and sold.

"Ahem... Esteemed guests, we've been waiting for you."

Old Zhou, the owner of the paper craft shop, looked at his "old acquaintance" Lu Zhixing and never expected that the mortal protected by Xiaodie would be in such a miserable state.

"Boss, what are those things outside?" Brother Long asked, still shaken.

"Salted meat," Boss Zhou's answer was concise and clear.

He glanced at the door, his eyes filled with fear.

"After the tide, the most troublesome thing in town."

"It has no mind; all it knows is to eat."

"Once you're entangled with them, even a god can't save you."

Boss Zhou paused, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled crowd before finally settling on Lu Zhixing.

"Luckily, Brother Lu, you were quick-witted and knew to run here."

"In this town, only my shop and the theater can keep them at bay for now."