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

Only one inch left.

The ghost bride did not dodge.

She raised her right hand.

Pinch the bottom edge of the red veil with two fingers.

Lift it upwards.

It was not taken off.

It's just that the seal is empty.

First, take a good look at her face.

The moment the red cloth left in front of me.

Between the trial and resettlement doors.

It darkened for a moment at the same time.

Under the veil.

It lacks complete facial features.

There was also no discernible skin texture.

It was as if the place was filled with a layer of damp mist.

The outline has been undulating.

But it didn't really stop.

The position of the eyes.

There were only two areas that were darker than their surroundings.

The position of the lips.

There is no seam.

Even the edges that a face should have.

None of them were completely preserved.

That's not covered up.

No one was left behind.

The blank print continues forward.

The ink was pressed against the damp mist on her face.

No sound of the ink being left on the paper was heard.

Dark red edges.

Slowly, it pressed into that blurry outline.

The ghost bride did not leave.

She lifted the red veil up half an inch.

Let your face...

All exposed beneath the blank seal.

The nameless soul behind him.

My chest is still empty.

No name.

There is no license plate.

There is also no callable number.

After the blank seal was applied to her face.

It did not brighten immediately.

Four dark red border lines.

Along her forehead, bridge of her nose, and jaw.

It slowly turned around once.

Like searching for a certain location.

Then.

It slid from the side of the face to the chest.

The hem of the red dress was flattened by an invisible force.

Center of the chest.

A blank space appears.

The blank space fell towards that empty area.

There is still no trace.

No numbers.

There is no name field either.

It paused for a moment.

Then he turned to her left wrist.

On the ghost bride's wrist.

There were only a few dark red fine lines.

There were no black license plates.

There is no wet line.

There was no serial number left by the old company.

The blank mark swept across the wrist bone.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from the dark red edge.

The white vapor did not enter her body.

It left no trace.

It lifted up again.

This time.

The seal face was directed toward the back of her neck.

It's like they're looking for a place to register.

The ghost bride raised her left hand.

Press down on one side of the red cover.

There are no marks.

They didn't cover their faces again.

She took a step forward.

The toes of the shoes crossed the threshold of judgment.

He stood between the empty seal and the nameless ghost.

The air seal hit her face.

Stop.

The souls of the dead behind her.

Suddenly it leaned forward slightly.

There were no footsteps.

Only the area on the chest was empty.

It was being pulled outward by a force.

The ghost bride did not turn around.

Her fingers were still holding the red veil.

Don't go over there.

she says.

The sound faded.

A blurry face beneath the red veil.

It has been recessed inward by one inch.

The blank mark followed that indentation.

Press it in again.

This time.

The four edges on the printing surface.

They light up at the same time.

The light did not fall on her face.

First, follow the edge of the red veil.

A ring of tiny white spots appeared after burning.

Then.

The white patches were then covered by dark red.

It looks like a seal.

There is no paper that can withstand it.

It spun in front of her face.

Each rotation.

Then a small piece of red cloth faded at the edge.

The ghost bride did not let go.

She continued to lift the veil upwards.

The area exposed under the red cloth is getting larger and larger.

But that face.

It has never become clear.

She did not have a face in life.

There is no face after death.

There was also no face that could be read by the seal.

The empty seal suddenly pulled away.

It wanted to get past the ghost bride.

It continued to fall upon the souls of the dead behind her.

The ghost bride moved half a step to the left.

Blocked again.

The blank space bumped against her shoulder.

No red marks were left.

It changed direction.

Go around her on her right.

The ghost bride raised her hand.

A corner of the red veil hanging down.

They stood right in front of Yin.

The blank print is pressed onto the red cloth.

The third corner of the veil that was originally intact.

Curl it inward immediately.

It did not turn black.

It didn't break either.

That small piece of cloth.

First, it loses its color.

It then looks like it was cut off from the fabric.

They disappeared neatly.

Only three intact edges remain of the red veil.

The original two missing corners.

It's still there.

Burn marks.

There was no change.

The newly created gap.

It stopped outside the burn mark.

It is not connected with it.

The ghost bride looked up.

Let the empty seal continue to suppress itself.

"Come."

she said.

"Look carefully."

After those two words.

Deep inside the hall.

Suddenly, there was a sound of papers turning over.

It's not about registering wet accounts.

It's not a court case file either.

The sound comes from reality.

A slit narrower than a white window.

It opens on the gray wall behind the installation door.

An old photograph first appeared in the gap.

The edges of the photo have turned yellow.

The woman in the photo is wearing a red dress.

Her hair was tied up.

The face originally had only a blurry reflection.

The second photo followed immediately.

It's an ID photo.

The third one.

It's a group photo pasted on an old wooden door.

The fourth one.

It's a photo on my phone that's been saved many times.

The face in all the photos.

At the same time, it begins to fade.

The entire photo did not disappear.

Hair, collar, earrings, and the door frame behind him.

It remains.

Only the area where the face is located.

It turns grayish-white from the center outwards.

Like paper soaked through with water.

Zhang Hao's terminal.

The lights came on inside the registration door.

He didn't look up.

The camera has automatically focused on that crack in reality.

No photos appeared in the terminal.

Only one continuously expanding blank area appears.

He first saved the original image.

Then save the edges of the photo.

Finally, preserve the process of the face fading.

The source registration law is underway.

[The Empty Seal Contacts the Ghost Bride: One Location.]

[Former company ID: Not found.]

[Callable ID: Not found.]

[Official Name: Not yet generated.]

[Seal surface landing: unfinished. 】

[Real-world photo: Facial image fades in sync.]

[Faded area: Parts related to her appearance during her lifetime.]

[A missing corner on the red veil: Added.]

Zhang Hao paused for a moment.

The photo fading was not described as the ghost bride losing her memory.

The blurry face was not described as the real face.

He only added one line:

[The face of the deceased in the photo: Cannot be saved further.]

Lin Ye stood beside the black wooden table.

The old wound on my right hand is still bleeding.

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

It did not become brighter.

He looked at the blank seal.

They did not approach.

"Don't touch it."

Chen Feng stands between triage and trial.

The thermometer was still attached to the side of the wrist.

Thirty-four degrees seven.

The dark marks on his arm.

It has already cracked past the elbow.

It did not stop in the same place.

The square marks around Wang Meng's chest.

They are still kept.

It is not connected to the old seal on the right palm.

The ghost bride heard it.

There was no turning back.

The empty seal slowly lifted from in front of her face.

The seal face up.

It seems there's nowhere left to fall.

It stopped in mid-air.

The dark red edges trembled slightly.

next moment.

It suddenly turned around.

The blank space in the chest of the nameless dead.

It cast a layer of damp, glossy light.

The ghost bride reached her hand behind her.

Five fingers pass through the space below the seal.

I didn't touch the printing surface.

But her red veil.

It hangs down from behind.

It perfectly suppressed that red light.

The empty seal separated her from the departed soul.

The body of an unnamed, deceased soul.

Stop tilting forward.

My chest feels empty.

It slowly returned to its original state.

The ghost bride pulled the red veil back in front of her.

However, it did not completely cover his face.

The newly added missing corner.

A small patch of colorless darkness was revealed.

In that dark place.

There are still no eyes.

It also has no mouth.

There is only one edge that tapers inwards.

Like the silhouette of something that doesn't belong to a living person.

The blank seal pressed forward another inch.

No one was left behind.

They did not retreat.

It was the first time.

It stopped in mid-air.

Four dark red border lines.

It was only half an inch from her face.

Below the seal face.

There is no paper.

There is no chest.

No number.

Inside the registration window.

All blank prints vibrate simultaneously.

But not a single one fell.

A wet tent in the distance.

Turn to a blank page.

A line of text slowly emerged from the paper.

[Target not matched.]

Next line.

It did not appear.

The empty seal that stopped in front of the ghost bride.

Suddenly it lifted upwards.

It's like wanting to return to the window.

But it only rose half a foot.

Then it stopped again.

There was nowhere to go, either up or down.

It hangs there.

He stood perfectly between the ghost bride and the nameless ghost behind her.

The red veil now has a third missing corner.

It's still expanding little by little.