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

[Next: Lin Ye.]

The words were still etched in the damp stains on the chair surface.

The dark red seal on the old man's head.

They have already turned towards the door.

The seal did not fall.

At the end of the courtroom corridor.

But then came a muffled thud as if a stone had broken.

The ghost bride turns around.

The ground between the two doors.

A thin crack appeared.

Black water seeped out from the cracks.

A section of the rescue rope was visible above the water first.

The rope was worn white by the pebbles.

At the end, a mutilated, dead soul was dragging along.

Chen Feng burst out from behind the crevice in the rocks.

He gripped the end of the rope tightly with his right hand.

Black marks on left wrist.

It has already crossed the elbow.

The thermometer is attached to the side of the wrist.

Thirty-four degrees seven.

no change.

Wang Meng followed behind.

His right knee was still crushed by gravel.

Every step taken.

A small patch of dust clung to the side of each leg.

His left shoulder was drooping.

The left arm was not raised.

He supported himself against the cracked stone wall with only his right hand.

Push the last stone slab aside.

The crack in the stone immediately closed.

The sound of black water from the diversion channel.

They were locked in the back.

Chen Feng did not turn around.

He dragged the mutilated soul behind the ghost bride.

The rescue rope still passed under the armpit of the deceased.

The knot remains on the outside.

It wasn't tightened.

"The road is blocked."

Wang Meng said.

"There's only one crack here."

Chen Feng looked at the dark case in front of him.

"Take care of this first."

The elderly man sat behind the empty judge's bench.

He looked at Chen Feng.

There were still no eyes under the hat.

"You want to destroy the seal?"

Chen Feng did not answer.

The hook was lifted from his waist.

The hook tip should be aimed at the top of the elderly person's head.

That automatic seal.

It gently sank down.

On both sides of the black case.

Both "Available" and "Discarded" will light up simultaneously.

The souls of the dead in the long corridor.

They all took a step back.

The ghost bride blocked the way in front of the first row.

The red veil has two missing corners and one scorch mark.

They were all clearly preserved.

"Don't smash the table."

she said.

"Disconnect it and the queue first."

Chen Feng glanced at her.

"Do you know where the line is?"

The ghost bride raised her hand.

Pointing to the area below the judge's bench.

Behind the chair legs.

A thin, wet, black line cuts across the ground.

It extends backward along the stone railing.

In the middle of the thin line.

Hanging on it are one dark red blank seal after another.

Each blank stamp.

There are no holders.

They each turned toward the souls of the dead in the queue.

Chen Feng had not yet gotten close.

The seal on the old man's head.

It suddenly fell.

Snapped.

The hook spans across the sky.

The hook struck the printing surface.

It emitted a sharp metallic sound.

The old man leaned back.

The black wooden staff slipped from his hand.

The robe split open at the shoulder.

There is no flesh or blood inside.

There were only layers of black paper stacked up.

Chen Feng took a step forward.

The hook was cut off again.

This time.

The hook pierced the old man's chest.

The robe was empty.

The old man fell off the chair.

When the body lands.

No sound.

He was like a worn-out piece of clothing.

Spread out on the stone steps.

The ghost bride did not chase after her.

She looked at the first column.

The soul at the very front, holding an empty name card.

Suddenly he raised his head.

Dark red seal.

Transfer it from the air to above its head.

Hat, robe, and black wooden staff.

They disappeared from the ground at the same time.

The body of that deceased soul.

It was covered by a layer of gray-white official robes.

My chest feels empty.

A vertical black line emerged.

It went behind the scenes of the dark case.

I sat down in the chair that still had damp stains.

No one helped it up.

No one announced the handover.

It raised its hand.

The black wooden staff automatically returned to his palm.

The old man's original voice.

It came from its throat.

"Next case."

Chen Feng's hook stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Hao's original footage.

At the same time, they turned from the registration door into the courtroom corridor.

He couldn't see Chen Feng.

I can't hear any sound either.

There were only three disassembled images on the terminal.

[The original judge's body: collapsed to the ground.]

[Current Judge's Body: First Row of Lost Souls.]

[Automatic stamp: Transfer.]

Zhang Hao did not write that the old man was resurrected.

It was not written that the deceased took over voluntarily.

The ghost bride raised her hand.

Block the black line on the chest of the deceased.

"It did not agree."

The new judge lowered his head.

"Get in."

"There is a case."

"Who let it sit?"

"Location."

"There is no hand in the position."

The new judge did not answer.

On the black wooden table.

The "Available" and "Discarded" options light up again.

A ghost clinging to a charred door panel.

He was led to the table.

Chen Feng withdrew the sealing hook.

He turned to look at the black line under the chair leg.

"Killing people won't help."

Wang Meng pressed his right hand into the crack in the stone wall.

Below the palm.

Grayish-white stone powder kept falling down.

"Cut off the seat."

Chen Feng saw the line.

Go under the chair legs and into the ground.

In the middle, there was a dark red square mark that had been hollowed out.

The square marks are still visible on all four sides.

The center is empty.

The black line is going in and out of the hollow.

Chen Feng pressed the sealing hook against the edge of the square mark.

The pressure was not applied immediately.

"After cutting it off."

The Ghost Bride said.

"Items in the queue will fall out."

What will happen if it falls out?

"See how long they've been occupied."

Chen Feng looked at the group of dead souls.

They have no faces.

No name.

Some had only a thin layer of dark shadow left on their chests.

The one closest to the judge's bench.

Both feet were already embedded in the stone slab.

On its shoulder.

It's covered with the most black lines.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

A black line extends from the back of its neck.

It's attached to the back of the chair.

It stood there.

The original clothes are no longer recognizable.

The old man just overturned the case.

It remained motionless.

It can be judged as either "available" or "abandoned".

They didn't even look up.

In Zhang Hao's video.

It is only recorded as:

[Long-term reservation holder.]

Name: Not found.

Chen Feng gripped the sealing hook tightly.

"Prioritize the others."

Wang Meng whispered:

"It broke."

"The longest one."

"He might not be able to come back."

"possible?"

"Only record possibilities."

After Wang Meng finished speaking...

He pressed his right hand down into the depths of the stone wall.

The sound of bones grinding together came from the crack.

His left shoulder did not move.

His right knee did not leave the gravel.

But he managed to pry open the stone wall by an inch.

More of the black lines are visible.

Chen Feng inserted the sealing hook.

He did not touch the judge's body.

I didn't touch the automatic stamp either.

The hook catches the connecting line under the chair leg.

The new judge raised his head.

Its face remains empty.

But the old man's voice came out of its throat again.

"Disruptors to the case."

"Can be discarded."

The "Discard" option on the table lit up.

The black light passed over the dark case.

It pressed down on Chen Feng's chest.

The rescue rope suddenly taut.

The mutilated souls were dragged backward.

Three death certificates simultaneously popped up from its chest.

Mine disaster.

battlefield.

Died inside the instance.

Each of the three sheets of paper was flipped over.

Not a single one fell off.

Chen Feng did not loosen the sealing hook.

The black light touched his chest.

It stopped on those three pieces of white paper.

His dark marks split upwards from his elbow.

The thin white line under the skin.

It lit up immediately.

The thermometer still reads 34.7 degrees Celsius.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth.

Press the sealing hook downwards.

"Wang Meng."

"It's still there."

Below Wang Meng's right palm.

A thin, blood-red crack has appeared on the stone wall.

That's not his blood.

It's inside the stone wall.

Hidden within is a flattened, dark red square seal.

Wang Meng did not touch the seal.

Support the outside of the seal with only your right hand.

"Now."

Chen Feng pulled down.

The connection cable is not broken.

Behind the judge's bench.

All the dead souls rushed forward at the same time.

The new judge's body.

They started to back away.

The automatic stamp moves half an inch away from its head.

It fell back down.

The first soul fell.

The second ghost looked up.

The hands of the third lost soul.

It has already reached for the black wooden staff.

The judges are being rotated.

It wasn't just one person who died.

It is a location.

Constantly searching for the next body.

The ghost bride threw her red veil off again.

A red cloth was used to cover the bronze mirror on the black table.

The white light from the mirror was suppressed.

The pull between the two doors.

There was a brief pause.

She stood in front of the first row.

To block the souls of the dead who tried to move forward.

"Don't push."

No dead soul listens to her.

They were all moving closer to the desk.

Some were holding blank sheets of paper.

Some were holding onto broken door panels.

Some had only a thin, black hole left in their chests.

The soul that has been occupying the spot for a long time at the very front.

Suddenly he raised his right hand.

It has no face.

But his fingers pressed against the black line behind his neck.

It wants to pull the line apart.

The line is not broken.

Its body first fades from the fingers.

Chen Feng saw it.

The sealing hook was finally pressed to the bottom.

Click.

The connection cable is broken.

The judge's bench jolted backward.

Two lines of judgment on the black case.

It shattered at the same time.

The automatic stamp has lost its way.

It spun three times in mid-air.

The new judge fell off his chair.

The vertical line on its chest.

No recovery.

No new names have appeared.

Followed by.

That soul that has been occupying the place for so long.

It spreads outwards from the back of the neck.

There was no black fog.

There were no screams.

The black lines on its body fell off one by one.

However, the body did not return to its original state.

First, the shoulders.

Then the chest.

Finally, even those feet.

It also turned into a pile of grayish-white paper scraps.

The ghost bride reached out her hand.

I want to catch it.

My fingers passed through the scraps of paper.

Nothing was left behind.

Only on the stone slab.

A small piece of wet paper with no writing on it fell to the ground.

The source registration law is underway.

[Connection between the judge's seat and the queue: Disconnected.]

[Judge's Body: Current position suspended.]

[Judge Rotation: Already seen.]

[Automatic stamp: Indestructible.]

[Long-term occupying spirit: Disperse.]

Self-recovery: Not achieved.

[Reason for disconnection: The connection could not be restored after being severed; investigation needed.]

Chen Feng stared at the edge of the wet paper.

It wasn't written as liberation.

It was not written as death.

Wang Meng's right hand.

Finally, it was pulled out of the stone wall.

Dark red marks were left on the palm of my hand.

His right knee was pressed down again by the gravel.

He knelt on the ground.

His left shoulder was still drooping.

"It's broken."

He said.

The judge's bench did not fall.

The automatic stamp did not disappear.

It just means that the line for replacing people in the queue has been lost.

The old man's original robe.

Spread out on the stone steps.

There was no one inside.

The new judge's body.

He also collapsed beside the black case.

Its chest was blank.

Still no name.

The bronze mirror that was covered by a red veil.

Suddenly it flipped downwards.

Bottom of the judge's bench.

A layer of black iron plate was exposed.

The iron plate was densely covered with them.

Coordinates in different directions are engraved on them.

Some use the script of the Dragon Kingdom.

Some use unfamiliar letters.

Some only contain numbers and dates.

The top column.

It has no country name.

It only has four characters written on it.

[Global Replica Call Table.]

Below the black iron plate.

A new line of text slowly lit up.

[Current call: Aborted.]

Next line.

[Remote call: Still in progress.]

Chen Feng reached out his hand.

It stopped above the iron plate.

No contact was made.

Wang Meng stared at the constantly flashing dates.

"This is the real criminal record."

The ghost bride did not speak.

Under the red veil.

The missing voice she had during her lifetime.

They still haven't returned.

The bottom of the black iron plate.

An empty fence suddenly flipped over on its own.

Only one line of wet black text remains above.

[Next call object: to be selected.]