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

Liu Yedao's heart skipped a beat. He forcibly suppressed the alarm rising in his heart, controlled his heartbeat and breathing rate, and pretended that he had not seen or heard anything.

She clung to the inner rock wall and continued moving forward step by step at the same pace.

At that moment, it was directly above the tip of the lancet, about three or four meters above it.

The lid of one of the hanging coffins had already slid open a crack.

A withered, blackened arm, like old tree bark, was extending from the crevice and hanging straight down.

Its five fingers were curled up, and its nails were long and black.

As the faint mountain breeze stirred, the arm swung gently back and forth in mid-air like a strange pendulum.

With each shake, its fingertips almost brushed against the tip of the lancet.

As Liu Yedao sensed the divine conferment, he walked step by step from beneath the swaying arm, his face expressionless.

The fingers on that arm seemed to be scratching unconsciously in the void.

A chilling aura emanated from those fingers, attempting to capture the presence of any "living souls" passing by.

But the lancet moved too steadily, and its heart was too steady.

When the mind is calm and focused, the Yang energy will naturally be strengthened.

That yin energy was unable to lock onto her.

Finally, she passed through that area.

On the ground, the extra shadow was left behind by her.

The live stream chat erupted with a deafening barrage of comments.

[Awesome!!! This mental fortitude is the strongest I can imagine!]

[Remaining calm even when faced with a collapsing mountain—is this the true mark of a top-notch forensic scientist? I'm in awe!]

Liu Yedao himself only let out a soft breath after walking more than ten meters.

Just a moment ago, her back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

But before she could completely exhale...

"Clatter".

A drop of cold, foul-smelling, viscous liquid fell onto her right shoulder.

The lancet's body froze instantly.

Followed by.

"Crunch... crunch... crunch..."

"Click...click...click..."

It was as if it were a signal.

From all directions and overhead, hundreds and thousands of hanging coffins simultaneously emitted a teeth-grinding, strange sound.

In some cases, the coffin lid is slowly moving.

Some were fingernails frantically scraping against the wooden board.

The cliffs on both sides of the entire walkway seemed to come alive at this moment.

Those "things" that had been suppressed for countless years smelled the scent of flesh and blood.

They want to come down.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The coffin closest to the lancet was blown off its lid by a tremendous force from the inside.

A pale, swollen head suddenly emerged from the coffin, staring intently at the willow-leaf knife.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A chain reaction began, and one after another, the lids of the hanging coffins were pushed open.

Faces, some rotting, some withered, some grotesque, emerged from the darkness.

Some of them were roaring silently, while others were smiling eerily.

They have only one goal.

It's that tiny living thing below, emitting an alluring "fragrance".

[Oh no! We've stirred up a hornet's nest! Run, streamer!]

There's no way they can escape! There's only one path on this plank road; if they all come down, they'll block the entire way!

[This number is terrifying! One spit from each of them could drown the streamer!]

The live stream audience was also shocked; this was no longer a problem that could be solved simply by skill and mental fortitude.

This is an absolute numerical advantage.

Faced with such a horrific scene, Liu Yedao's expression finally became extremely solemn.

run?

No.

The plank road is narrow; once you start running, your mind will be in turmoil, your inner energy will surge, and you will only become a more obvious target.

Moreover, who knows what lies ahead?

beat?

Less likely.

Having no offensive weapons, she was no match for hundreds upon hundreds of rice dumplings.

What should I do?

Just then, the viscous liquid on her shoulder began to emit wisps of black mist, as if it were alive, trying to penetrate her skin.

A bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout my body.

This is it!

It was this drop of liquid that gave away her secret!

Liu Yedao's gaze suddenly sharpened as she remembered the thing the ghost who had blocked her way had given her.

Guide Ash!

[Function: When sprinkled in front of the body, it can dispel fog.]

This is a system notification.

But can a poor wretch living at the very bottom of a mass grave really only offer something as simple as "breaking through the fog"?

In Chinese folk customs, the uses of "ash" go far beyond this.

Soot from the bottom of the pot, incense ash, ash from paper money...

These things are all imbued with the "smell of everyday life," and under certain circumstances, they can be used to shield against evil spirits and block out their aura!

There's no time to hesitate any longer.

"Boom!"

The hanging coffin above flipped off the wooden stakes and crashed heavily onto the walkway, shattering into pieces.

A desiccated corpse wearing tattered armor crawled out from the broken wood and stood up unsteadily.

Two eerie green will-o'-the-wisps flickered in its empty eye sockets.

More coffins are teetering on the brink of collapse.

Without hesitation, Liu Yedao poured the entire packet of "guide ash" wrapped in oil paper into his palm.

Then, as quickly as possible, he smeared some of the still-warm ashes onto the crown of his head.

The other part was evenly applied to both of his shoulders.

There are three fires in the human body.

One on the head, and one on each shoulder.

This fire is the source of yang energy and the source of life.

When the fire is strong, evil spirits cannot invade.

If the fire element is weak, one will be plagued by all kinds of illnesses and be prone to encountering ghosts and spirits.

By sealing these three acupoints where yang energy is strongest using ashes from burning paper money, one can theoretically shield one's living aura to the maximum extent in a short period of time.

This is the only way to break the deadlock that Lancet could think of!

The moment she finished doing all this, the violent shaking of the thousands of hanging coffins abruptly stopped.

The mummified corpses and zombies that had just crawled out of their coffins all stopped moving and stared blankly at their surroundings.

The will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes flickered violently, as if searching for something.

The delicious, living scent that had just awakened them all suddenly vanished.

They lost their target.

The viewers in the live stream were once again amazed by Lancet's god-like skills.

Holy crap! You can do that?!

[Feng San Huo! This is Feng San Huo! Professor Chen's lecture on folk customs! The anchor actually put it into practice!]

[I've learned something! From now on, when I play horror games, I'll smear some ash on my head before I leave the house!]

This isn't a game anymore; it's a test of folklore knowledge!

Although the shaking of the hanging coffins stopped, the withered arms that had been sticking out from the cracks in the coffins did not retract.

Instead of retracting, even more arms dangled from the open coffins.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

The countless, colorful, and varied corpse arms hung like dried bacon in the air above the entire walkway.

They stopped swaying and just hung there quietly.

It's like a silent forest made up of death.

The lancet had to pass through this "forest of corpses".

The guiding ash on her body only temporarily concealed her presence.

Once her body comes into contact with any part of these corpses.

When yang energy collides with yin energy, her "disguise" will immediately become ineffective.

The lancet slowly exhaled.

She gazed at the jungle of arms in front of her, her eyes more focused than ever before.

She took the first step.

On her left, a swollen, pale arm almost brushed against the tip of her nose.

On her right side, there was an arm that was nothing but bones, with the finger bones less than a centimeter away from her ear.

The lancet could only move forward in these narrow gaps, in an extremely slow and eerie manner.