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

Chapter 97 offers three solutions.

The viewers in the live chat were taken aback by the cult leader's words.

Yes.

What happens to those things when they get hungry?

They will come out and "forage" for food on their own.

In this desolate Yinshan Mountain, the only "food" seems to be the players.

The Lancet had clearly considered this as well.

She glanced at the ruins still emitting black smoke, then at the deeper, more desolate mountain range shrouded in morning mist.

I dare not linger in the same place.

After treating the minor abrasions he sustained while escaping, Liu Yedao determined his direction and continued along the winding mountain path deeper into Yinshan.

She must find another safe place like the "inn" as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once night falls, those hungry "guests" will emerge from every corner of the mountains and forests.

The mountain path became increasingly rugged.

On the cliffs on both sides, the coffins hanging on the walls became more and more densely packed.

The air also became drier, colder, and thinner.

After walking for a while, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The mountain path ends here, and a vast, rocky slope appears.

On the rocky slope, countless nameless, solitary graves stand askew.

The grave mounds were overgrown with weeds, and the broken tombstones stood like silent guards under the gloomy sky.

In the air, there were scattered specks of pale green phosphorescence.

You have entered a new area: the mass grave.

Looking at the scene before him, Liu Yedao frowned.

This place feels even more ominous than the Corpse Inn.

But she had no choice but to bite the bullet and step into the mass grave area, trying to pass through it.

Soon, the lancet discovered that something was wrong.

She was walking in a straight line, but after walking for more than ten minutes, she found that the scenery in front of her had not changed at all.

The iconic crooked tree in the distance always maintained a constant distance from her.

She's going in circles.

[A ghost wall!]

[Classic case of getting lost! The streamer is lost!]

[Oh no! Encountering a ghostly maze in a mass burial ground is the easiest way to get into trouble!]

The viewers in the live stream were on tenterhooks again.

The lancet stopped and calmly observed its surroundings.

She tried to determine direction by looking at the stones on the ground and the orientation of the graves, but all the reference points seemed to be playing a joke on her, constantly changing their positions.

Just when she was at her wit's end, a blurry figure was squatting in front of a grave not far away.

The figure had its back to her, its body hunched over, like an old woman.

She was burning paper money, one sheet at a time, into a brazier.

While burning, he murmured in a dreamlike, erratic voice.

"Gentleman passing by... please have mercy..."

"Give me some toll money..."

"Without money... you can't get by..."

Liu Yedao stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the hunched figure squatting in front of the grave burning paper money.

The sky was overcast, and a thin mist hung over the mass grave, making it impossible for her to see the "old woman's" exact appearance.

All that could be seen was her wearing a faded gray cloth dress, and her movements were mechanical and repetitive.

A piece of paper money was thrown into the brazier.

A flash of fire, and it turned to ashes.

Then, drop another one.

[A ghost blocking the way!]

[Damn it, we just escaped one danger only to fall into another!]

What should I do with this ghost? Should I give her money? But does the streamer have any ghost money on her?

However, where would a "newbie" streamer get ghost money...?

Upon seeing this, Professor Chen quickly explained that there wasn't much folk knowledge involved in using a lancet.

This is a "debt-collecting ghost," also known as a "roadblock ghost." These are often the lonely souls of those who died far from home and whose remains are left unburied. Lacking descendants to offer sacrifices, they become impoverished ghosts and thus often appear at crossroads or cemeteries, places heavy with yin energy, demanding money from passing spirits for their journey.

There are three ways to deal with this:

Firstly, if you have ghost money, giving it to someone will ward off misfortune, and the ghost will naturally make way for you.

Secondly, if one's yang energy is abundant or one possesses a magical artifact, one can forcefully break through, but this easily creates enmity.

Thirdly... it's bartering, exchanging something you possess for the right to pass.

But remember, give it what it wants; never bargain with it, and never give it what you consider to be "equal" value.

Otherwise, it will take what it considers "equivalent"... like one of your legs, or one of your eyes.

Professor Chen's explanation left everyone speechless.

This rule is too domineering.

Liu Yedao's inventory was completely empty. Apart from the newly acquired [Embroidered Handkerchief] and [Record of Corpse Refining at the Earth Immortal Temple], there was no ghost money at all.

Should we force our way through?

She's currently exhausted and doesn't even know how to break free from the illusion of being trapped in a maze, which is clearly not a wise move.

So, only the third option remains.

Bartering.

Lancet stood still, not daring to step forward rashly.

As a "cloud player" who has brushed up on a lot of horror knowledge, she understands very well that once you enter the trading range of this kind of rule-based ghost, there is no way out.

She needs to figure out what she can "give up" about herself.

But as she was pondering, the old woman burning paper money suddenly stopped what she was doing and slowly turned her head.

Liu Yedao's heart sank suddenly as a pale, inhuman face turned to look at her.

"A little girl passing by..."

"Give me some... toll money..."

Its voice rang directly in Lancet's mind.

The lancet could no longer be avoided.

She still couldn't grasp some things.

Even if it doesn't involve the transaction, it doesn't prevent the old lady from looking for her!

Lancet took a step and slowly walked towards the old woman.

With each step, the surrounding fog seemed to grow thicker.

The chill in the air was even more intense.