This humble Taoist priest has terrified the world with a Chinese-style horror game!

Only the diagonal crease on its chest.

It suddenly folded inwards again.

Below the window.

Two lines of wet, black text.

At the same time, it expands outwards.

[This can be used to extend one's lifespan by three years.]

[Change to a more formal name.]

The black license plate at Zhang Hao's feet.

It gave a slight jolt.

The line on the back reads: "Lifespan: Three years."

It became brighter.

It's like someone used these three words.

It was right in front of his eyes.

Zhang Hao did not reach out.

They did not retreat.

He simply pointed the terminal at the license plate.

"Records show..."

He said.

"It's not a deduction."

Lin Ye looked out the window.

"Remember it hasn't happened yet."

Inside the window.

The faceless ghost still stood.

The half of the name card in its hand.

It's already as thin as a wet film.

Those creases on top.

Only two remain.

The diagonal crease on the chest of the deceased.

But it is still slowly tightening inwards.

Behind the black wooden table.

The wall was originally empty.

Suddenly, a row of white windows lit up.

Every single window.

They are all only the size of a palm.

The person inside the window is not a dead soul.

Instead, they were the hands of living people.

Some were holding old photos in their hands.

Some of them were holding household registration books.

There is also a hand.

Clutching tightly at a faded children's garment.

Below the first white window.

A line of text appeared.

[I voluntarily offer my remaining lifespan.]

The second door.

[You can change to your official name.]

The third door.

Once a name is generated, its origin is permanently fixed.

Zhang Hao extracted the three images separately.

The living people inside the white window were not connected with the faceless ghosts.

Lin Ye saw the children's clothes.

"They know they can change their names here."

"This sentence was not shown in the public footage."

Zhang Hao said.

"Then record it as 'Source not found'."

Inside the white window.

A woman's hand.

He handed the old photos forward.

Her voice did not come from the window.

But it rang out in the middle of the hall.

"I'll change."

The three words fell.

The faces in the photo.

It was immediately covered by a layer of wet white paper.

The back of the photo.

An empty column appears.

[Official Name: To be filled in.]

On the woman's wrist.

An extra thin white line appears.

White lines emerged from the skin.

It wasn't cut.

There was no blood.

Three years.

A small section of white thread came off her wrist.

Along the edge of the white window.

It flowed down beneath the black wooden table.

The blank space in the chest of the faceless ghost.

No name was mentioned.

There was only a wet, dark dent.

Bottom of the window.

But a line of small text lit up.

[Lifespan has been received.]

Zhang Hao immediately took notes.

The name was not written as a substitute.

Lin Ye raised his sword sheath.

It stood between the black wooden table and the window.

"stop."

The woman behind the white window did not answer.

A second hand has already reached in.

"I'll change mine too."

The third one.

"Give him a complete one."

The fourth one.

"Ten years is fine too."

"I'll exchange it for five years."

"I'm not afraid of having a few less years."

"As long as it gets listed."

The sounds are increasing.

One by one, the white windows lit up.

Behind every window.

Each person standing there is a family member in real life.

Their faces were not fully visible.

Some only showed their foreheads.

Some only show half of their lips.

Some even had their wrists covered by the white light.

What they took out.

But they each knew it.

An old graduation photo.

A shoe.

A key.

A letter that was never sent.

A cracked rice bowl.

Zhang Hao carefully preserved each item.

They were not written as the origin of the names of the deceased.

Lin Ye stared at the white lines that had detached from the wrists of living people.

All white lines.

None of them made it onto even half a name card.

They passed under the black wooden table.

It flows deeper.

"Look down."

He said.

Zhang Hao lowered the camera angle.

Under the black wooden table.

There is no ground.

There is only one dark slit extending backward.

The white line paused for a moment at the edge of the hidden seam.

Then they all fell.

The nameless ghost suddenly took a step forward.

The dent in the chest.

It's gone deeper.

Inside the window.

The dark red seal slowly rose.

The target was not aligned with the spirit of the dead.

Instead, they turned to those white lines.

Zhang Hao's finger hovered over the terminal.

"It is accumulating lifespan."

"What's the name?"

"Still pending."

Lin Ye did not let Zhang Hao continue answering.

He tapped the edge of the dark wooden table with the scabbard.

The sound traveled out.

All the white windows went dark at the same time.

The voices of the family members.

It also disconnected.

"It cannot be changed."

Lin Ye said.

One of the white windows lit up again.

A man's hand.

He slammed his fist on the windowsill.

"Why can't you let me?"

"He's been queuing for over three hundred years."

"You can't go in without a name."

"Now it only takes three years."

"You're not letting us give it to you?"

Below the palm of a man's hand.

A piece of gray-white paper emerged.

There was no name on the paper.

There is only one horizontal line that keeps getting shorter.

Lin Ye didn't look at that line.

"First, check where your lifespan is."

"Investigate what?"

"Whose field to enter?"

"Isn't the name right here?"

"No results generated."

The man's fingers passed through the white window.

He grabbed at the wet tent on the black wooden table.

Lin Ye raised his sword sheath.

It blocked his wrist.

The two never actually met.

The hand was bounced back.

White window edge.

A black crack immediately appeared.

The man let out a muffled groan.

"You lot."

"It will only make them keep waiting."

Before he could finish speaking...

Another white window was suddenly smashed open.

A middle-aged woman rushed in.

She was holding an old piece of paper in her hand.

There were no words on the paper.

There was only one fingerprint that had been pressed repeatedly.

She didn't look at Lin Ye.

He didn't even look at Zhang Hao.

He lunged straight at the window.

"I'll trade it for twenty years."

she says.

"Is twenty years enough?"

Below the window.

The wet, black text quickly surfaced.

[This can be used to extend one's lifespan by three years.]

The woman didn't stop.

"I'll give you twenty years."

[This can be used to extend one's lifespan by three years.]

"I'll give you twenty years!"

She pressed her palm against the white window.

The white light immediately passed through her arm.

Press from your fingertips all the way up to your shoulder.

Lin Ye reached out to pull him.

The scabbard had just touched her sleeve.

Her hair.

Half of it has already turned grayish-white.

Wrinkles on the face.

It extends from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth.

one second.

two seconds.

Her back hunched over.

Her face was not even forty years old.

I aged twenty years in the white light.

The words in the white window.

no change.

Still only:

[This can be used to extend one's lifespan by three years.]

A woman's hands.

It slid down from the window.

The old paper in her hand fell to the ground.

In the center of the paper.

An unfinished character shape emerges.

It was immediately wiped away by the black water.

She did not fall.

I was just standing by the window.

Looking at that blank space.

"Not enough?"

No one answered.

Lin Ye withdrew his hand.

The twenty years she aged were not described as a successful exchange.

Zhang Hao turned the camera towards her face.

Then turn to the white window.

Finally, I took a picture of the old paper on the ground.

The source registration law is underway.

[Forced entry into a window: one location.]

[Claiming to provide twenty years of lifespan.]

[Window prompt: Valid for three years.]

[Real-life changes in appearance: aged approximately twenty years.]

[Official Name Generator: Not Found.]

[Lifespan Flow: To be investigated.]

The woman's voice trembled slightly.

"You could have saved them."

Lin Ye looked at her.

"I didn't take away twenty years."

"But you won't let us change."

"I'm checking where it went."

"What's the point of going anywhere?"

She looked up.

The skin around my eyes has loosened.

"As long as he has a name."

Lin Ye did not answer.

Behind the white window.

More hands began to pound on the windowsill.

One after another.

Old photos, household registration books, clothes, and letters.

They were all stuffed into the window.

Every time someone shouts "I'll switch."

Then a piece of white thread came off her wrist.

Three years.

Five years.

ten years.

And then there were those twenty years.

Not a single white line entered the nameplate.

They passed under the black wooden table.

They converged into one in front of the hidden seam.

Zhang Hao saved all the images separately.

The white lines were not included in the total.

The family's appeals were not written as a shared will.

The faceless ghost suddenly raised its hand.

The hand reached towards its own chest.

They didn't catch anything.

The diagonal crease on its chest.

It has been folded into a small hollow corner.

Inside the window.

A dark red seal fell.

This time.

The seal did not receive the lifespan.

It crashed onto the stone slab in front of the faceless ghost.

The stone slab cracked.

A deeper passage.

It appears from beneath the dark wooden table.

The white line runs forward along the passage.

They landed in an empty room without windows.

The center of the empty room.

A long black table was set up.

There was no one after the incident.

There were no dead souls before the table.

There was only one empty chair.

On the back of the chair.

Two wet, black characters emerged.

[Trial.]

Zhang Hao paused for a moment.

Lin Ye did not let him read it aloud.

"Only record the chairs."

He said.

"Don't write it as a trial verdict."

The white line continues forward.

Article 1.

Article .

Article 3.

Lifespan detached from a living person's wrist.

They all bypassed the faceless ghost.

Bypass blank name cards.

Bypass the registration window.

One by one, they fell onto the long black table.

The seat of an empty chair.

Wet stains gradually appeared.

No one sat down.

The wet stains, however, grew deeper and deeper.

A faceless ghost stood in front of the window.

My chest is still empty.

The half of the name card in its hand.

The last crease.

It also disappeared at this time.

Bottom of the window.

Those two lines of wet, black text.

It slowly turned into a line.

[Official Name: To be generated.]

next moment.

Behind the long black table.

An empty judge's bench.

A layer of white light shone.

All the lifespans that were traded.

They fell in at the same time.