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

It's Ah Xiu's voice!

Gentle, clear, with a hint of weakness.

Ah Xiu is awake!

"Ah Xiu! Ah Xiu, you're awake!"

The directionally challenged man was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he responded wildly in his mind.

"Great! You're finally awake!"

"Hmm... I sense it... There's danger ahead... Follow me..."

Ah Xiu's voice rang out again, pointing the way.

The directionally challenged person had no doubt whatsoever.

The sheer joy on his face startled even Brother Long, who was standing next to him.

"This kid... is he crazy?" Brother Long muttered in the Ghost Bride's arms.

Lu Zhixing's alarm blared.

Although his sanity was low, his intuition became exceptionally sharp.

Besides, the expression on the face of someone with a terrible sense of direction became so abnormal!

"You directionally challenged guy, come back!"

Lu Zhixing gave a low shout and tried to pull him away.

But the directionally challenged person was completely immersed in the joy of Ah Xiu waking up.

Without hesitation, he broke away from the group and rushed towards a dark alley on the left.

"Ah Xiu! I'm here!"

"Don't go!"

Lu Zhixing reached out to grab it, but only grasped at nothingness.

The alley was pitch black and bottomless.

Yes, there were only huge, dense hairnets woven from women's long black hair.

Online, there are still some broken bones and fragments of clothing.

The directionally challenged person, like a moth drawn to a flame, plunged headlong into the maze.

Those seemingly soft strands of hair tightened abruptly the moment they touched his body, like the sharpest steel wire, digging deep into his flesh.

With a hiss, the directionally challenged man's body was instantly sliced ​​into countless neat pieces.

Blood and entrails were splattered all over the hairnet.

That face of ecstasy was still frozen on his head as it rolled to the ground.

Lu Zhixing and Brother Long stood at the alley entrance, their bodies stiff, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

It wasn't until the sane, directionally challenged man recounted his death in the live stream that they realized something.

In this foggy town, their eyes will deceive them.

Their ears can deceive them as well.

The team is down to just two people.

One is Lu Zhixing, whose rationality is on the verge of collapse and who may be swallowed by illusions at any moment.

The other one is the berserk dragon brother, a gigolo whose health is almost depleted and who relies entirely on his "wife" for protection.

Although the little water ghost girl could temporarily help Lu Zhixing calm down, she herself was not powerful and could not play any decisive role in this dangerous ghost town.

Especially since even those with "radar" who are directionally challenged can die tragically due to hallucinations, how can ordinary people like them distinguish between the real and the fake road ahead?

"Master...we..."

Brother Long's voice was trembling.

Lu Zhixing's face was even paler than Brother Long's.

The world before his eyes had turned blood red.

What I heard was no longer just a hallucination, but the screams of countless people dying, the crunching sound of bones being crushed, and the heart-wrenching cries of infants…

These sounds converged, violently assaulting his eardrums and tearing at his nerves.

He could even feel the dark ink-colored silk robe he wore gradually merging with his skin.

Those black silks seemed to have become a part of his body.

But he had no choice but to wear the ghost bride since he wasn't being fooled.

only……

"I'm dying..."

This thought swirled uncontrollably in Lu Zhixing's mind.

Just then.

At the crossroads ahead, thick fog billowed.

A faint suona sound came from the fog.

The sound was melodyless and intermittent, yet it carried an indescribable eeriness.

Immediately afterwards, a group of paper figures dressed in bright red wedding attire carried a bridal sedan chair and slowly emerged from the mist.

They have no feet and float three inches off the ground.

His face was painted with strange blush, and his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a stiff smile.

It turned out to be a ghost wedding procession.

Behind them were sea patrol yakshas and countless "salted meats".

Brother Long's face turned green when he saw the group of paper figures.

"It's over...it's completely over..." he muttered to himself.

The ghost bride also sensed the threat, and the evil aura around her began to surge uncontrollably. She tightly protected Brother Long behind her and let out a low, warning growl at the bridal sedan chair.

Lu Zhixing also saw the group of paper figures.

In his blood-red vision, the paper figures turned into hanging corpses, and thick black blood flowed from the bridal sedan chair.

Even the usually rational Lu Zhixing couldn't help but feel despair at this moment.

His rationality further clouded his judgment.

"despair."

Just then, a crisp sound of a wooden staff striking the ground rang out from the thick fog beside them.

A figure slowly emerged from the mist.

The person who came was an elderly man with gray hair, whose face was kind yet serious.

He carried a paper lantern that emitted a soft white light, his steps were steady, and his expression was calm.

In this hellish ghost town overrun by demons and monsters, the old man was like a schoolteacher who had mistakenly wandered into a demon's lair.

[Holy crap!!! It's Professor Chen!!!]

[The savior has arrived! A true deity has appeared!]

[Sudden change in tone! While everyone else is running for their lives, is Professor Chen strolling through his own backyard?]

[So composed! Look at his aura, he stands out completely from the monsters and demons around him!]

The live stream chat instantly erupted in excitement, and Lu Zhixing and Brother Long were also stunned.

They never expected to encounter this "ceiling of folklore" here, in this way.

Professor Chen's gaze fell on the paper wedding figures blocking the way.

Facing a terrifying team capable of causing any player's SAN value to plummet, he showed no fear whatsoever.

He calmly stepped aside and moved to the side of the road.

Then he took off his hat and bowed deeply in the direction of the bridal sedan chair.

His movements were precise, solemn, and full of ritual.

Then, he spoke loudly in an ancient and hoarse Haiyun dialect.

"Humans walk the sunny road, ghosts walk the Bridge of Helplessness."

"For weddings and funerals, strangers should avoid the event. We apologize for any inconvenience caused."

"Excuse me for passing by today, and wish the newlyweds a long and happy marriage, and many children."