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

The players were buzzing with discussion, brimming with confidence.

Games start.

The time is 8 PM.

The mourning hall was deathly silent.

Only the flames of two white candles flickered quietly.

Time passed second by second.

Nine o'clock.

ten o'clock.

11 o'clock.

Nothing happened.

The players started to get bored, and some even started yawning.

Just then.

"call--"

A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door.

The flame of the white candle on the left shook violently and was instantly blown out.

Inside the mourning hall, the light suddenly dimmed by half.

Holy crap!

A casual gamer who was streaming was startled.

He remembered rule number one: the candle must not go out.

He quickly stood up from the prayer cushion, walked to the offering table, picked up the tinderbox, and tried to relight the candles.

Just as he bent down and brought the tinder close to the candle wick...

"Squeak—"

A soft scraping sound came from behind him.

He turned around instinctively.

All that could be seen was the pitch-black coffin, the lid of which had somehow slipped open a crack.

It was pitch black in the crevice; nothing could be seen.

But the feeling of being watched made the player's hair stand on end instantly.

He stood frozen in place, too afraid to move.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, the coffin lid creaked shut again.

The player breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He dared not delay any longer, quickly lit the candle, and scrambled back to the prayer mat, not daring to leave it for another moment.

The viewers in the live stream were also quite frightened.

[Was there an eye in that crack just now?]

[Absolutely! I saw it! A white eyeball!]

Fear began to spread.

The most torturous thing is not when ghosts or monsters suddenly jump out.

It's the oppressive feeling of "not knowing where the ghost is" and "not knowing when it will appear."

It was midnight.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Or rather, it was the sound of someone scratching at the wooden door with their fingernails.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

That sound sent chills down your spine.

All the players remembered rule number two: no matter what sound they heard, they could not leave the cushion.

They could only kneel there, listening to the scratching at the door getting closer and closer.

It felt as if the thin wooden door would be ripped through at any moment.

One player with poor mental fortitude finally broke down, screaming as he stood up and tried to rush out of the mourning hall.

Just as he ran to the door and his hand touched the latch,

The scratching at the door stopped.

The whole world fell silent.

The player paused for a moment, thinking everything was alright.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to say something to the viewers in the live stream.

But when he turned around, he saw a face.

The face of an old woman, pale and bloody with tears streaming from her eyes, was pressed against his back.

"ah--!!!"

After a heart-wrenching scream, the player's live stream went black instantly.

[Player has died].

That made everyone behave.

They knelt firmly on the prayer mats, remaining motionless regardless of the woman's cries outside the window or the clattering sounds coming from the coffin.

It was three in the morning.

This is when the yin energy is at its strongest.

"Meow—"

A mournful meow suddenly rang out from the beams of the mourning hall.

It's rule three!

All the players reflexively closed their eyes.

But there are always a few who are very curious or slow to react.

One streamer, nicknamed "The Prince of Suicide," didn't even have time to close his eyes.

He subconsciously looked up at the roof beam.

On the roof beam, a completely black cat was perched.

That cat wasn't anything special.

But strangely, it was its face.

It turned out to be the face of an old woman covered in wrinkles and lividity!

It grinned and gave the "little prince who courts death" a strange smile.

"what……"

The "little prince who courts death" opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.

His body began to stiffen, and his skin turned bluish-black.

A few seconds later, he fell straight to the ground and became a corpse.

They were scared out of their wits on the spot, or rather, they were literally "stared to death."

Just when streamers across the internet were being tormented by "The Vigil" to the point of ecstasy and were all calling for "protection".

Through countless deaths and attempts, the players gradually discovered some clues.

"There's something wrong with the deceased in this coffin!"

A skilled streamer accidentally paused a replay of a death and saw the inside of a coffin.

The corpse lying inside was wearing a strange Taoist robe.

The style of that Taoist robe was almost identical to the tattered Taoist robe worn by the "false god Taoist".

Moreover, the body was not decomposed; its skin had a strange waxy yellow color and even faintly emitted a herbal smell.

This is not a normal death at all!

"This corpse is from the same sect as the false Taoist priest!"

This speculation instantly ignited the forum.

Players began frantically searching for more clues within the small setting of the funeral hall.

Finally, a careful player found a hard object under the thick layer of incense ash on the altar.

He brushed away the incense ash and discovered it was a loose floor tile.

Lift the floor tiles, and you'll find a hidden compartment underneath.

In the hidden compartment, a letter wrapped tightly in oiled paper lay quietly.

The envelope had yellowed, and the ink on it was somewhat blurred.

But you can still make out that there are four characters written on it.

[From Master]

The player's hands trembled as he opened the envelope.

The letter was written in vigorous and powerful calligraphy.

"Master, your unworthy disciple Xuanqing kowtows."

"I know that I am dull-witted and have no chance to inherit my master's mantle and carry on the great Dao."

"However, I have heard that there is a great opportunity on the shore of the East Sea. It is said to be the 'Sea-Stabilizing Pearl' which is the remains of an ancient dragon. If I can obtain it, it may help me break through the shackles and refine the 'Sea-Suppressing Dharma Body' to resist the great calamity in the mountains."

"This journey is fraught with danger, a near-death experience. I, your disciple, wish to venture into Sea Mist Town to seek a glimmer of hope for our Earth Immortal Temple."

"If my disciple does not return within three years, it means I have unfortunately perished and my cultivation has been extinguished. Please, Master and fellow disciples, do not worry about me, and do not search for my remains."

"This letter is a farewell."

"Your unworthy disciple, Xuanqing, hereby writes his final words."