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

There are only four hollows.

Still waiting for someone to sit inside.

Inside the courtroom.

The empty space on the far left.

It first dented down.

Then.

A pair of old cloth shoes covered in mud.

Walk out from behind the empty seat.

There was no water on the shoe surface.

However, there was a long black line trailing along the sole of the shoe.

The black line passes through the threshold of the stone chamber.

It stopped in front of the empty judge's bench.

The old man was leaning on a black wooden cane.

Slowly emerge from the black lines.

He was wearing a long robe that had been washed until it was gray.

The cuffs have no official markings.

There was no badge on his waist.

He wore an old official hat on his head.

The brim of the hat was pulled very low.

I can't see the eyes clearly.

The ghost bride stands between the doors of judgment and placement.

There was no retreat.

Her red veil had two missing corners.

The red that faded at the edge.

It has not yet recovered.

The old man looked up.

I glanced at her.

"Get out of the way."

The voice was not loud.

But they passed through two doors.

An empty bed and mat in the stone chamber.

At the same time, it tightens backward.

That soul with one soul and two gates.

They were pushed to the feet of the old man.

It still has no face.

His left foot remained inside the courtroom.

His right foot was stopped outside the door.

The old man uses a black wooden cane.

It tapped on the ground.

thump.

The black cases behind the vacant judge's bench.

It lights up automatically.

A narrow, elongated bronze mirror.

It stands upright from behind the table.

The four sides of the frame.

It was the hollowed-out square mark that the Mirror of Misfortune had seen.

The mirror has no reflection.

Only a layer of grayish-white water shimmered on the surface.

The old man walked behind the dark table.

sit down.

Wet stains on the chair surface.

Immediately attach the corner of his robe.

No one saw him take a booklet out of somewhere.

The booklet is very thin.

The cover has completely fallen off.

He turned to the first page.

There is no name on it.

There was only a shadow standing at the bottom of the mine.

Black derrick.

Leaning railway tracks.

A swaying miner's lamp.

The old man held up his finger.

Place the dot on the shadow's chest.

"Unauthorized digging of prohibited wells."

"Use your companion's light to distract from the landslide."

"Leave the three of them down there."

The miner's lamp went out in the mirror.

The shadow's chest.

A dark red empty mark emerged.

The old man did not ask any further questions.

Right side of the table.

Two positions will appear automatically.

[Available.]

[Discarded.]

One of them lit up.

[Available.]

Outside the stone chamber door.

The soles of a faceless ghost's feet.

They immediately moved forward half an inch.

It did not have a name card.

There was no stamp on his chest.

The body is simply bound by an invisible thread.

He pulled her towards the courtroom.

The ghost bride reached out her hand.

Block that line.

The old man didn't look up.

"It has killed people."

The ghost bride did not answer.

The old man turned a page.

The second image.

It is a frozen river.

Several people wearing old cotton-padded clothes.

Lying on the ice.

The person at the very front.

Cut the rope behind you.

He climbed ashore first.

There was no turning back.

The river surface cracked.

The people behind.

One by one they fell into the black water.

The old man said:

"Take the rope."

"Run first."

"I didn't go back."

On the table.

[Discarded.]

Both words lit up at the same time.

The body of that deceased soul.

It immediately thinned down to a thinner layer.

It did not fall.

It only extends from the chest to the knees.

It became like a piece of paper that had been soaked in water.

The ghost bride turned her head.

Look at the old man.

"You've seen it before?"

"I've reviewed the case."

"Where did the case come from?"

The old man closed the booklet.

"The case is here."

"What's the name?"

"The name comes later."

He finished speaking.

The black wooden staff struck the ground again.

The third image.

It was turned out from inside the bronze mirror.

A low, earthen house.

There was only one bed in the room.

An elderly person was lying in bed.

A young man was standing outside the door.

The young man placed the medicine bowl on the doorstep.

They didn't go inside.

He turned and left.

The old man on the bed reached out his hand.

My fingers can't reach the medicine bowl.

The old man said:

"No medicine for seven days."

"It's not that I forgot."

"It was intentional that they didn't deliver it."

[Available.]

The shadow of young people.

He was dragged out of the mirror.

The shadow has no face.

There is no body either.

There are only two hands.

They continued putting the bowl down.

It had just been dragged to the table.

The hollow space beneath the judge's bench.

A drop of dark red then seeped out.

The ghost bride took a step forward.

"You only speak of sins."

"Isn't the crime enough?"

"You won't say who he is."

The old man stopped.

"It's been filed."

"First, let's see what they've done."

"It has no name."

"Can it also be judged?"

"It works."

The old man said.

"Then you may stay."

"The ____ does not work."

"Then it can be discarded."

His voice was calm.

It's like reciting a rule that has existed for a long time.

The grayish-white shimmering light reflected in the bronze mirror.

It began to spread outwards.

Both sides of the courtroom corridor.

The low windows were illuminated.

In every window.

A ghost appeared in each of them.

Some were holding onto charred door panels.

Some were carrying an unnamed corpse on their backs.

Some held the torn-up contract paper in their hands.

The old man turned the pages faster and faster.

"Stealing the coffin."

[Discarded.]

"Water was brought into the village."

[Available.]

"Selling her own daughter."

[Discarded.]

"Taking the blame for someone else."

[Available.]

"Refusing to help someone in distress."

[Discarded.]

"kill."

[Available.]

Four words.

One sound after another.

Each time a verdict is delivered.

The blank space behind the case light up briefly.

No new evidence of wrongdoing has emerged.

No one asked the deceased if he acknowledged it.

Those souls can only follow the light.

Offset to either "Available" or "Discarded".

Some were left behind.

Some of them started to thin.

None of them were sent to the shelter.

None of them actually walked out of the trial.

The ghost bride looked at the bronze mirror.

In the center of the mirror.

A black piece of paper gradually emerged.

The case file had no name on it.

There are only one column of empty columns.

At the very top.

It reads:

[The Mirror of Judgment.]

There are three lines below.

[The crimes committed.]

[Availability.]

[Processing result.]

The last column.

Only two options remain.

Available.

Discard.

The ghost bride raised her hand.

She touched the edge of her red veil.

The old man is turning the page.

There are no dead souls on this page.

There was only a wet, black doorplate.

The words on the doorplate.

Half of it has already been scraped away.

The old man stared at the doorplate.

Slowly open:

"A borrowed identity."

"Cover your real name."

"Bringing in people who shouldn't be there."

The ghost bride's hand stopped.

The old man looked at her.

"You also have a case."

The ghost bride did not kneel.

She stood between the two doors.

The hem of the red dress hung between the two thresholds.

The bronze mirror behind the case.

Suddenly he leaned towards her.

In the mirror.

Her face was not there.

Only two missing corners of the red veil were visible in the photo.

And under the veil.

A deep darkness that has not been illuminated.

The old man pointed to the ground with his black wooden cane.

"kneel."

All the gray and white stone railings in the stone chamber.

At the same time, it pressed down one inch.

That soul with one soul and two gates.

His knees bent first.

The ghost bride did not move.

"I will not kneel."

she says.

The old man raised his head.

Under the brim of the hat.

Still no eyes are visible.

"You have no verdict."

"That's why I won't kneel."

There was no verdict.

The old man said.

"They should kneel down even more."

The bronze mirror suddenly lit up.

White light from the two doors.

At the same time, it pressed down on the ghost bride.

Her red dress was straightened.

Dark red fine lines on the wrist.

Climb up over the back of your hand.

The edge of the veil.

It started to smoke.

There was no flame.

However, a small charred patch appeared on the red cloth.

The charred black color spreads inward from the right edge.

The original two missing corners were not encountered.

The ghost bride raised her hand.

She ripped off the red veil.

It's not about taking it off.

It just flits forward.

The red cloth crossed her arm.

It was placed on the bronze mirror.

White light reflected in the mirror.

It was completely covered by a red cloth.

The old man stood up for the first time.

"The mirror used to cover up the judgment."

"That's tantamount to refusing to review."

The ghost bride gripped both ends of the veil with her hands.

It hasn't loosened.

"You are not an official."

The old man raised his black wooden cane.

"I call myself the Judge."

"Self-claimed sources are not considered sources."

These words were spoken.

Inside the bronze mirror.

The area covered by the red cloth.

Suddenly, a sharp white light shone through.

The charred black residue burned off from the right side of the red cloth.

A thin, long black mark.

Down along the weave.

The ghost bride's shoulders did not move.

Behind the veil.

But a very soft female voice came out.

It's like someone is looking through a door from many years ago.

They are singing a nursery rhyme that they haven't finished yet.

"The light in front of the door...no—"

The sound comes after "no".

It suddenly stopped.

It's not a stop.

It looks like a section of it was forcibly cut away from the middle.

The red veil fell back into her hands.

The charred remains at the edge.

The old man looked at her.

"Voices spoken during his lifetime".

The ghost bride did not answer.

When she spoke again.

The voice was still her own.

Give it back to me.

The old man shook his head.

"The case has been recorded."

The red cloth on the bronze mirror.

Slowly sliding down.

The mirror surface returned to grayish-white.

On the paper.

An extra line of small text appeared.

[Voiceprint during life: Missing segment.]

There was no verdict.

There was no explanation as to who took it.

The ghost bride put the red veil back over her face.

New scorch marks.

It stopped outside the original two missing corners.

Her voice was a little lower than before.

"Whose case did you borrow?"

The old man did not answer.

The black wooden cane tapped on the table.

thump.

All the souls stopped at the same time.

Those shadows that have been divided into the "usable" and "discarded" categories.

They all turned around.

A faceless face.

Facing the old man.

The old man raised his hand.

Slowly loosen the ties under the official hat.

The ghost bride took a step back.

The old man took off his hat.

Under the hat.

No hair bun.

No hair.

There was no one's head above them.

There is only one dark red automatic stamp.

It stands in the center of his head.

The seal face down.

There is no hand holding the seal.

All windows.

At the same time, the sound of an ink seal being struck could be heard.

Snapped.

Two lines of judgment on the black wooden table.

Let's extinguish them together.

Behind the bronze mirror.

Only the automatic stamp remained.

Slowly turn towards the door.

The source registration law is underway.

[New actor added: The old man who claims to be the judge.]

[Self-proclaimed identity: Judge.]

[Source of identity: Unknown.]

[The Mirror of Judgment Appears.]

[Judgment: Usable, Discardable.]

[Statement of crimes committed by the deceased: multiple times.]

Whether the crimes have been corroborated is still under investigation.

[The ghost bride refuses to kneel: I have seen it.]

[The judge's mirror is obscured: This has been seen.]

[One new burn mark was added to the red veil.]

[Voiceprint during life: One segment is missing.]

[Automatic stamp: Appears.]

The seal on the old man's head.

Raise it again.

The empty courtroom after the case.

Slide forward one inch.

The wet stains on the chair surface.

A new line of text slowly appeared.

[Next: Lin Ye.]