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

And the landing point of each blank stamp.

They are all on the chests of the dead.

The first blank seal.

It falls the fastest.

It crossed the black wooden table.

From the bottom of the leftmost window.

It pressed straight down on the first row of dead souls.

In the arms of that dead soul.

He was still holding a charred door panel.

Only half of the door panel remained.

Three bent iron nails were visible at the edge.

The right thumb of the deceased.

It remained pressed against one of the scorch marks.

Each time the queue moves.

It will always tighten the door panel first.

Keep walking forward.

When the blank seal falls.

It still did the same action.

Half of the door panel was lifted.

He held it in front of his chest.

Snapped.

Dark red seal face.

It didn't land on the door panel.

It passes through the charred wood grain.

It was pressed directly into the chest of the deceased.

The soul bent backward.

The door panel is still in its embrace.

Right thumb.

But it loosened from that scorch mark.

Five fingers.

One after another, they hung down.

Half of the door panel fell onto the stone slab.

It wasn't broken.

Even the dead did not bow their heads.

It stood up straight.

Arms hanging down at the sides.

The light black indentation that was originally left on the chest.

All of them contracted towards the center.

At last.

It turned into a string of wet, shiny numbers.

The number does not have a name field.

There was also no date of death.

There is only one line of small text at the very top.

[Available ID.]

The wet tent in front of Zhang Hao.

At the same time, turn the page.

That page originally recorded:

[Item in possession: A charred door panel.]

[Repeat the action: Tighten the door panel.]

After the blank seal is lifted.

The second row was first covered by black water.

Then.

The first row is now just an empty box.

New figures.

It grows out from the center of the empty frame.

The number on the chest of the deceased.

Exactly the same.

Name field.

It's still empty.

There are no new words.

It has no old name.

There was not a single seal.

Give it a proper identity.

Zhang Hao saved it three times in a row.

Before printing.

When the seal is applied.

After the print is applied.

The three images were not combined together.

The source registration law is underway.

[The blank seal lands on one spot.]

[Automatic action before printing: Tighten the door panel.]

The same action after the seal was placed did not occur again.

[Original records on the registration page: Overwritten.]

[New addition to chest area: Callable ID.]

[Official Name: Not yet generated.]

The spirit took a step forward.

The fallen door panel was right at my feet.

It did not avoid it.

The soles of my shoes trod across the charred wood.

Three bent iron nails.

It was pressed into the cracks in the stone slab.

It didn't stop.

He didn't look back.

Lin Ye watched the departing figure.

Blood on the right hand.

It continued to fall down along the scabbard.

"Before the numbering system appeared."

He said.

"It lost the last action it could do on its own."

Zhang Hao did not repeat those words.

Write the result directly.

He simply added a line after the original record.

[Independent action after imprinting: Not observed.]

The second blank seal.

It has already landed.

The third one.

The fourth one.

Above the entire row of windows.

The dark red printing surface flips over simultaneously.

Yin Yu crossed the black wooden table.

They pressed down on different souls.

Some of the deceased's chests.

Half a button mark is still visible.

In the palm of some.

He was still holding a small piece of wet paper.

There is also a dead soul.

Every few steps.

They would then step back half a step.

They have no names.

Yet they still retain their different movements.

Chen Feng raised the sealing hook.

Align the hook tip with the leftmost window.

The thermometer is attached to the side of the wrist.

Thirty-four degrees seven.

no change.

Dark marks on the arm.

The crack has continued upwards from the elbow.

The thin white line under the skin.

As the blank print fell.

One light and one dark.

"Smash the window."

He said.

Feng Gou was about to move forward.

A gray-black iron chain.

It swept across his side.

The hook hit the chain.

Half an inch off to the side.

Chen Feng turned his head.

Wang Meng stood on the outside of the second iron plate.

His left shoulder was still drooping.

The left arm was not raised.

His right knee was pressed against the gravel.

He was not standing completely upright.

His right hand.

He was pulling the remaining iron chain out from behind his waist.

The links are very narrow.

The inside of each segment.

Each one is embedded with a small grayish-white stone chip.

The last section.

Two characters remain, worn and faded.

[Guardian.]

"Don't smash it."

Wang Meng said.

"The blank seal is still falling."

"I saw it."

"The window is broken."

Wang Meng took the chain head.

It was fastened into the first gray-white stone railing.

"The original pages may also be gone."

Chen Feng looked into the registration door.

Zhang Hao is still saving it page by page.

Each record marked "Pending".

They only had time to photograph the original page once.

Some records have just been pushed out of the wet tent.

The blank mark has stopped above.

Zhang Hao did not look up.

Give me a little more time.

Chen Feng stopped sealing the hook.

They did not make another move towards the window.

"How long are you going to hold them off?"

Wang Meng tightened his right hand.

"Before the chain broke."

He put the Soul-Suppressing Chain on his head.

Throw it outwards along the first row of stone railings.

The chain did not fly towards the window.

It lies between the rain and the departed souls.

The first blank stamp hit a link.

Snapped.

A grayish-white stone chip.

It turned dark red on the spot.

The second one landed.

The third one followed immediately, pressing down on the same spot.

The iron chain was struck and bent downwards.

The distance from the top of the head of the foremost dead soul.

Only half a foot remained.

Wang Meng's right knee sank down.

The gravel pressed into the wound.

His body swayed slightly.

The left arm remained still.

Use only your right hand.

Raise the entire chain again.

"Move the queue to the back."

Li Weiwei stood on the outside of the first row.

She did not touch the spirits of the dead.

Four sections of unmarked short rope.

They are still placed outside of the four functions.

She tied the pine knot in front of the registration door.

It moved back one foot.

It wasn't tightened.

The first column of dead souls.

As the knot moves.

Slowly back away.

It was not classified into any other category.

They also did not find out where they went.

It simply moved away from the bottom of the seal face.

The Soul-Suppressing Chain suffered another heavy blow.

The dark red blank mark stopped on the chain.

It did not lift up immediately.

The seal face down.

The iron ring is pressed in little by little on all four sides.

The old mark on Wang Meng's right palm.

They light up at the same time.

The four sides of that circle were dark red.

Extend along the palm lines toward the wrist.

No new seal was created.

But it affected his five fingers.

I had a brief respite.

The Soul-Suppressing Chains plummeted downwards.

Chen Feng used the sealing hook to support the middle section.

The iron chain was not taken over.

Simply place the hook back under the chain link.

How many pages are left in the window?

Zhang Hao flipped over the wet tent.

"Page eleven."

Another blank seal fell.

"Ten pages."

Both coins hit the chain at the same time.

The gray-white stone chips continued to extinguish.

Eight pages.

Zhang Hao did not include the different deceased souls.

They were combined into a single printing.

Every page.

Each imprint trace.

Each action before the print is applied.

Save them separately.

A ghost holding a wet piece of paper.

When the empty seal collided with the Soul-Suppressing Chain.

The fingers remained closed.

The paper didn't fall.

Another soul that habitually yields the way.

He still took half a step back.

The autonomous actions are still in progress.

No number was generated.

Zhang Hao's record:

[Blank printing obstructed: in one place.]

[Target's original animation: Still active.]

[Chest area call number: Not generated.]

Whether the Soul-Suppressing Chain can provide long-term protection: Unconfirmed.

The fifth impact.

In the middle of the iron chain.

A crack appeared.

The sixth time.

The crack runs through the entire iron ring.

Wang Meng's shirt.

A black line was pressed out by the taut chain.

His right knee.

He had completely knelt down into the rubble.

But his right hand did not loosen.

"How many pages are left?"

"The last three pages."

Lin Ye used the scabbard to press down the edge of the wet tent.

No building core was used.

The faint light on the outer layer of the nascent soul.

It did not light up again.

Save the first original page.

the second one.

The last record is marked as "Pending".

Just entered the frame.

The blank space above the entire row of windows.

Suddenly they all moved towards the center.

They were not combined into one.

They just followed the same landing point.

It slammed down on the Soul-Suppressing Chain repeatedly.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The four-sided imprint on Wang Meng's right palm.

Instantaneous deep compression.

The middle section of the iron chain.

The first section is broken.

Then came the second quarter.

Grayish-white stone chips embedded in the chain.

One by one, they fell.

It did not fly back to the chain.

It did not restore the original color.

Zhang Hao pressed save.

"Finish."

The last word fell.

The Soul-Suppressing Chain broke completely.

Two sections of iron chain.

They struck the stone railing on either side.

An empty imprint that has lost its support.

At the same time, it fell towards the chest of the deceased.

Wang Meng did not retreat.

He turned his body around.

They blocked the first column.

The left shoulder was not raised.

His right hand didn't have time to grab the broken chain.

The blank seal at the very front.

It hit him head-on in the chest.

There was no sound of an imprint being left.

Dark red seal face.

It passes directly through the clothes and body.

Wang Meng had no wounds on his chest.

There is only a square mark around the perimeter.

It emerges from beneath the skin.

The mark on his right palm.

They exist separately.

There is no wire connecting them.

No call number appeared.

The source registration law is underway.

[The Soul-Suppressing Chain: Broken.]

[Grayish-white stone chips inside the chain: detached.]

[Wang Meng's chest: New four-sided imprints.]

[Wang Meng's call number: Not found.]

[Blank print remains: No occurrence.]

The empty seal that passed through Wang Meng's body.

No return window was displayed.

It passed the first column of dead souls.

It continued flying backward.

The ghost bride stands between judgment and placement.

The red veil is still missing two corners.

A charred burn mark remains on the edge.

There are no new changes.

She did not back down.

Raise only the right hand.

My fingertips just touched the bottom edge of the red veil.

That dark red blank seal.

We have already passed the last broken link.

The seal face down.

She was standing under her red veil.

That face that was never photographed.

Only one inch left.