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

All the lifespans that were traded.

They fell in at the same time.

Inside the diversion channel.

Black water from two tanks.

Suddenly, they both rose at the same time.

The mutilated soul that Chen Feng captured.

The body is on both the left and right sides.

They each pulled on it.

It has no face.

Half of his wet clothes clung to his body.

My chest is still empty.

In the water tank on the left.

A mine shaft that had collapsed halfway emerged.

Black derrick.

The railway tracks are crooked.

There was also a miner's lamp that kept swaying.

In the water tank on the right.

A gray and white battlefield emerged.

The muddy water soaked through the boots.

There are lights in the distance.

There was no flag.

There was also no way to confirm which side the text belonged to.

Two scenes.

At the same time, a wet, black line extends out.

It entangles the ankles of the departed soul.

Chen Feng pulled back.

The rescue rope immediately taut.

"Wang Meng."

Wang Meng braced himself against the stone wall with his right hand.

The left shoulder hangs down at the side.

"I saw it."

he said.

"They're using the same one."

"Don't say the same one."

Chen Feng gritted his teeth.

Record them separately.

The mutilated soul was dragged away by the water tank on the left.

Chen Feng did not loosen his grip.

Its body was pulled into the mine shaft.

A piece of wet white paper.

It was flipped out from under the miner's lamp.

On paper.

No name.

There is only one black mining seal.

It reads below:

[Death in a mining accident.]

The seal fell.

The soul's chest was caved inwards.

Chen Feng pulled him back suddenly.

The black water receded from beneath its feet.

The soul fell back between the two water tanks.

The indentation in the chest.

No recovery.

The image shows the mine on the left.

It didn't disappear.

It was pressed down behind the dead soul.

Like a layer of wet paper that has not yet been peeled off.

The source registration law is underway.

[Distributed call: First time.]

[Scenario for use: Mining.]

[Death Record: Mining Accident.]

[The spirit itself: Still exists.]

Chen Feng did not write the mining accident as the true cause of death.

He only remembered the image and the seal.

The battlefield on the right.

Suddenly, it moved forward.

That thin, wet black line.

It entangles the departed soul once more.

This time.

Chen Feng didn't have time to pull it back.

Half of the body of the dead soul.

They were dragged into the mud and water.

In the gray and white battlefield.

A military boot without a hand.

Extending from underwater.

A piece of paper was hanging from the edge of the boot.

On paper.

They have completely different marks.

[Died on the battlefield.]

The seal pressed down on the back of the deceased soul.

A layer of gray-black mud stains.

Immediately stick to its shoulder.

It was spat back into the sink.

A dry, cracked black spot appeared on his shoulder.

Chen Feng's black marks.

Climb up along the wrist.

It has already crossed the elbow.

The thermometer lights up.

Thirty-four degrees seven.

no change.

He looped the rescue rope around the stone pillar behind him.

Apply force with both hands simultaneously.

"It's not sent once."

"It's after you've delivered it."

Wang Meng stared at the two water tanks.

"I was pulled back again."

The mutilated souls of the dead stood in the middle of the water tank.

There was no queue at my feet.

There is no license plate.

Two different dark shadows were pressing down on his chest.

mine.

battlefield.

The third stream.

It slowly cracked below the two grooves.

Inside the crack.

There is no black water.

There was only a constantly flashing red screen.

In the center of the image.

A line of unfamiliar text floats on the surface.

Then.

The text spontaneously transformed into words they could understand.

[Dungeon walkthrough failed.]

A white countdown clock.

From ten.

Jump to number nine.

The right foot of the dead.

It was held back by the third current.

Chen Feng took a step forward.

The rescue rope snapped off the stone pillar.

The end of the rope brushed against the back of his hand.

The black mark immediately cracked open with a thin gash.

No blood was flowing out.

Just under the skin.

A thin white line floated up.

Wang Meng extended his right hand.

Grab the rope behind Chen Feng.

The left arm was not used.

"Don't let it get wet."

"I'm not going in."

Chen Feng stared at the red crack.

"I pulled it out."

The countdown has jumped to seven.

In the dungeon screen.

A faceless figure.

It appeared from behind the spirits of the dead.

It did not touch the dead.

It is placed on the chest of the deceased.

[Died inside the instance.]

When this piece of paper fell.

The first two proofs.

At the same time, it flipped up one side.

Three types of paper.

Stacked together.

Not one of them truly left.

The body of a dead soul.

Three overlapping outlines begin to appear.

One layer wore miner's clothes.

A layer of military uniform was soaked through.

She was dressed in an indistinguishable layer of black clothing.

Three-layer outline.

They have no face.

Chen Feng looked into the depths of the diversion channel.

Three streams of water.

They eventually converged on the same black iron nail.

The iron nail was driven into the middle of the stone wall.

Each time the water recedes.

The nail was then pulled out a little.

Each time it is called again.

Next to the nail.

Then an extra death certificate was issued.

"I'll go pull out the nail."

Chen Feng said.

Wang Meng did not answer.

He pressed his right hand against the stone wall.

Push your right knee into the crevice.

"go."

"Can you handle it?"

"My left shoulder can't support me."

Wang Meng glanced at his drooping arm.

"The right side is still there."

Chen Feng did not ask any further questions.

He held one end of the rescue rope.

They circled around to the broken, deceased soul.

It didn't wrap around the neck.

It only passes under the armpit.

The knot remains on the outside.

It wasn't tightened.

The dead souls did not resist.

There was no cooperation.

It was just watching the third stream of water.

The countdown has jumped to four.

Chen Feng rushed towards the stone wall.

Black water beneath our feet.

Layer by layer, it spread over the shoe surface.

Around the nail.

Three wet chains were hanging there.

The left chain leads to the mine.

The right chain leads to the battlefield.

The one below.

The screen is connected to the red-themed instance.

On three chains.

There is no controller.

It has no hands.

It has no face.

There were only sheets of paper that were constantly being replaced.

Chen Feng raised the sealing hook.

The hook engages at the point where the three chains overlap.

"Don't chase after them."

Wang Meng suddenly said.

"There's no one behind me."

Chen Feng paused for a moment.

The other end of the chain.

A series of black doors.

It is being shut down from a distance.

Behind each door.

New scenes light up in each scene.

Fire.

flood.

collapse.

battlefield.

Copy.

More than three places.

"I know."

Chen Feng gripped the sealing hook tightly.

"Just this once."

He pulled back.

The hook was not cut off immediately.

All three wet chains contract simultaneously.

The mutilated souls were dragged back to the three water tanks.

Chen Feng's rescue rope.

It almost slipped out of my hand.

Wang Meng gripped the edge of the stone wall with his right hand.

All the knuckles turned white.

"Chen Feng".

"Give me another one."

"I don't have a second side."

Wang Meng leaned forward and lowered his body.

Use your right knee to pry open the crack in the stone.

A narrow opening appeared in the rock wall.

Three wet chains protruded from the crack.

Chen Feng locked the hook in again.

This time.

He did not delay.

Instead, it follows the recycling direction of the three chains.

Press the hook downwards.

The hook is cut into the wet chain.

Black water surged upwards along the hook shank.

Three death certificates.

At the same time, it peels off from the chain.

It did not land.

It was all stuck to Chen Feng's chest.

His black marks.

Stop moving upwards from the elbow.

It did not spread further.

Press the hook down one inch at the end.

Three wet chains.

Disconnect together.

The countdown in the third tank.

Stop at three.

Footage from a mine.

Battlefield scene.

Red copy.

Fold it backwards at the same time.

It didn't disappear.

It just lost the direction to continue calling.

The mutilated soul was suddenly pulled back by the rescue rope.

Chen Feng fell backward.

He bumped his shoulder into the stone pillar.

The knot was not loosened.

Wang Meng braced his right hand against the stone wall.

Suddenly I found myself in it.

The stone wall began to collapse from beneath his palm.

The first gray stone fell at his feet.

The second piece.

The third piece.

Water tanks on both sides of the diversion channel.

At the same time, they close inwards.

"The road is going to collapse."

Chen Feng said.

Wang Meng still hasn't let up.

"Take it out with you."

"The exit is at the back."

"The back will collapse first."

"Then let's find a place that hasn't collapsed."

Wang Meng used his right hand.

Pointing to the bottom of the stone wall.

There was no road there originally.

After the three broken chains detached.

A narrow stone hollow was visible at the base of the wall.

Inside the stone hollow.

There is no water.

There was no door.

It can only accommodate one broken soul.

Chen Feng was dragging the rescue rope.

They dragged the souls of the dead into the stone pit.

Just pressed the knot to the outside.

Top of the branch channel.

Then a whole slab of gray-white stone fell down.

The black water was thrown to both sides.

The stone slabs blocked the way.

It also blocked their way back.

Wang Meng's right knee was pinned down by loose stones.

His left shoulder was still drooping.

He didn't call out.

I only use my right hand.

Push the last loose stone aside.

"We can't leave."

Chen Feng looked at the blocked passage.

"It's not that we can't leave."

Wang Meng said.

"The loop is broken."

In the stone hollow.

The mutilated soul slowly sat down.

Its body.

Still no name.

There is no license plate.

There is nowhere to go.

Three death certificates.

But one was placed on top of the other.

Place it on its chest.

The first one.

It was stamped with a black mining seal.

the second one.

Covered with gray and white battlefield marks.

The third one.

It was stamped with an unfamiliar red country seal.

Three imprints.

They come from three different countries.

They do not overlap.

They did not recognize each other.

The source registration law unfolds on the gravel.

[Repeated call: three times.]

[Application scenarios: mining disasters, battlefields, horror instances.]

[Three death certificates.]

[Proof of country of origin: Three differences.]

[Conveyor chain: Broken.]

[Diversion channel: collapsed.]

[Returning via the original route: Blocked.]

The mutilated soul raised its right hand.

It wanted to touch the three certificates on its chest.

The finger is halfway extended.

stopped.

It's like forgetting why you even touched it in the first place.

Chen Feng did not win any of the cards for it.

Simply loosen the rescue rope.

Let it remain in the stone hollow.

The black water outside.

It continued to seep in along the cracks in the rubble.

A new blank certificate.

It slowly squeezed out from under the stone slab.

The paper should be facing up.

No name.

No date.

It's only at the very bottom.

A line of wet, black text appeared.

[Waiting for the next call.]