Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

Wu Qing gave a wicked smile.

The "evil charm value" on the five-dimensional graph did not change at all.

It seems that my own perception of being charming and wicked is useless; it's only when others perceive me as charming and wicked that it matters.

Looking at the five-dimensional graph, Wu Qing pondered, "Increasing the values ​​in all five directions will raise the experience points used for leveling up. But the different directions determine different development paths in the future?"

In the world before I traveled through time, some games were designed in the same way.

In the starting village, if you use melee weapons too much, you will be promoted to a warrior; if you use ranged weapons too much, you will be promoted to an archer.

Using the most basic spells a lot will upgrade you to a mage. Using healing spells a lot will turn you into a priest.

But only very old-school games have this design; most games allow players to choose freely from the very beginning.

Wu Qing didn't know how to plan his future development path.

After all, the system didn't explain to him the different career paths and their associated skills.

Moreover, for him, the most important thing right now is to write three "misery" characters on that girl's thigh.

After all, if the resurrection mission isn't completed and they're truly dead, then it's all over.

Wu Qing sat on a blue-and-white porcelain plate in the cabinet, his legs curled up and his cheeks propped up by his hands.

The other antiques in the cabinet overlapped with his pale black ghostly figure.

He pondered, "I just gained four experience points, three of which are for weirdness and one for ferocity."

"Did that girl bring me all four of these points?"

After he was kicked away, he pounced on the attack without hesitation; he was quite fierce.

However, judging from the progress bar required for the upgrade, these four experience points are far from enough.

Outside, the girl's parents and others tried to explain to her that there were no ghosts at all.

While no one in this world has ever encountered a ghost, there are still quite a few people who believe in ghosts and spirits.

Even so, when it happens to someone you know, you still try to believe that such a thing simply doesn't exist.

In any case, Kong Fengjiao dared not live in that building anymore.

Since there were many courtyards in the house, the servants helped her move to another courtyard.

Kong Fengjiao's mother, Yang, stayed with her during the latter half of the night.

Kong Fengjiao felt a cool sensation between her legs. She took off her coat and trousers to check and found blood on her legs.

Yang guessed that her daughter's period had come early, causing her to feel unwell. In addition, she had killed a petty thief the day before, which led to nightmares and mental confusion at night.

Kong Fengjiao was feeling down, feeling that it wasn't a nightmare at all, but she couldn't explain it.

As dawn broke, Kong Fengjiao basked in the sun outside, feeling warm and cozy.

Then I realized that it was probably just a dream.

I originally thought that killing a petty thief wouldn't give me any psychological burden.

She even had that dream that night? She found it ridiculous.

After lunch, Kong Fengjiao, having finished her meal, sat on the toilet in the cubicle and was urinating.

She lifted her skirt and unbuttoned her jacket and trousers halfway.

She barely slept the rest of last night and felt quite groggy.

Looking down, she suddenly saw a head tilted to one side in front of her, "embedded" in the floor, looking at her sideways.

The face was like gray fog or mud, blurry yet incredibly real.

The boy's sinister face stared intently at her from behind her half-pulled-up pants.

She grabbed her pants and screamed.

The maid waiting outside hadn't slept well either; upon hearing her mistress's shout, she rushed in.

"A ghost! A ghost!" The young lady jumped around, pulling up her pants, which were soaking wet.

The maid pulled back the curtain and looked around in a panic. Several old women outside also rushed over, but they couldn't see anything either.

"What ghost could come from in broad daylight?" An old woman chuckled quietly from behind.

Kong Fengjiao was a martial artist with sharp ears; although the old woman's voice was soft, she still heard it.

"What do you mean?" she pointed at the old woman and cursed her, giving the old woman a thorough dressing-down.

The old woman dared not speak again and was dragged out by the others.

"There's a ghost in this garden, there really is a ghost!" Kong Fengjiao pulled up her pants and looked back. "I saw it, I just saw it, there's a vengeful ghost in this garden."

The others secretly thought, "If there really is a ghost, and it's peeping at you while you're urinating, then it must be a pervert, right?"

On the other side, Wu Qing huddled in the closet and opened the system to take a look.

Weirdness level +2!

Think about it: when someone is squatting to pee, a face suddenly appears on the ground in front of them... it's quite eerie.

Wu Qing looked at the progress bar related to the level, which had progressed a little bit more.

Without any percentages provided, he could only estimate based on the 6 points he already had and the blank spaces that followed.

It takes about 100 points to advance to the next level? That doesn't seem like that much.

Should I take advantage of my ghostly state tonight and go out to grind some experience points?

He thought about it and eventually gave up the idea.

If Kong Fengjiao were to encounter a ghost alone, people would only think that she had a mental breakdown.

If too many people see his crooked neck, it could easily cause trouble. It would attract the attention of the authorities, which wouldn't be good for him after his resurrection.

Kong Fengjiao was both shocked and suspicious after encountering a ghost in broad daylight.

But because what appeared before her this time was in the form of a ghost, she couldn't see it clearly or explain it.

She moved to another place. Since ghosts cannot appear in sunlight, Wu Qing did not secretly follow her.

Since the resentment has locked onto her, she can't escape.

Kong Hong, the head of the Kong family, and his wife, Yang, also came over and listened to the servants recount the events.

"Master," Madam Yang couldn't help but ask, "Could Feng'er have really encountered something unclean?"

"What unclean thing could there be in broad daylight?" Kong Hong said irritably. "If there really was something unclean, how come no one else saw it except her, with so many people here?"

Yang said, "This..."

She looked outside; the sun was blazing, and the garden was bathed in radiant light.

"This isn't a solution," Kong Hong said. "I'd rather have someone invite the Taoist priests from the Sanqing Temple to perform a ritual in front of her and put up some talismans to ward off evil spirits, which would at least offer her some comfort."

He said, "I think it's because she was nervous yesterday, as it was her first time killing someone."

Madam Yang said, "Oh! That's good too. I've said it before, why should a proper young lady learn martial arts? And she keeps talking about wanting to be a female knight-errant. Is being a female knight-errant really that easy?"

"Sir, you really are something, letting her have her way with everything!"

Kong Hong said, "Now that things have come to this, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll send someone to invite the Taoist priest over right away."

Wu Qing was somewhat flustered when he heard that they were going to invite a Taoist priest to perform exorcisms.

Although he could tell that this benevolent man Kong didn't actually believe in ghosts and gods, he wondered if the Taoist priest really did have some ability to exorcise ghosts and catch evil spirits.

As a result, that afternoon...

He watched with his own eyes as the Taoist priest, who had been invited at great expense, danced and chanted, brandished a wooden sword, and burned talismans when outsiders were present.

When no one was watching, the Taoist priest would slack off, and he and his two disciples would throw the wooden sword aside and start calculating how much money they could make on this trip.

"The Kong family is really rich!" the Taoist priest chuckled to himself. "This money's easy to make today."

The two disciples laughed too: "That's right, where do ghosts come from in this world?" "I heard that young lady is a martial artist, I didn't expect her to be so afraid of ghosts, it's hilarious."

Wu Qing resisted the urge to turn into a zombie and jump out, startling them and increasing his ferocity.

When it got dark, the three con artists left with a large sum of money.

The courtyard was also covered with talismans and hung with many so-called magical implements.

Protected by these exorcising ritual implements and talismans, Kong Fengjiao felt at ease moving in.