Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

Kong Fengjiao had just begun to fall asleep when she suddenly felt a heavy weight on her body.

She was extremely tired, and her consciousness told her she had to wake up, but she couldn't open her eyes at all.

She lay in bed with her arms outstretched, as if something strange was pressing down on her.

The thing was on top of her, its head tilted to the side, licking and rubbing her neck.

Kong Fengjiao had a dream in which the boy turned into a vengeful ghost and pounced on her on the bed.

Wake up, wake up...

She was afraid of the nightmare, so she forced herself to wake up.

She kicked her foot off the ground and woke up completely.

Then I realized that reality and dreams are not much different.

"Ah—" she exclaimed.

The maid in the outer courtyard, who had been sitting on a stool in the corner, dozing off, kicked her foot and staggered when she heard her mistress's voice.

I was almost scared to death by the young lady!

She rushed over: "Miss?"

Kong Fengjiao threw off the covers and sat up, grabbing at herself with her hands.

He had nothing on him, and when he looked around, everything was empty.

She bent over, cupped her face in her hands, and choked back sobs: "A ghost...a ghost..."

Her personal maid and the old woman also woke up and rushed over to comfort their young lady.

They tried every means to tell her that they were watching over her, and that there were magical artifacts and talismans protecting her outside, so there were no ghosts here, really no ghosts.

Kong Fengjiao was extremely tired when she had just fallen asleep when she was abruptly awakened by sleep paralysis.

Even with the three men watching her, she couldn't fall asleep again.

After one night, she was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

When dawn broke, her mother, Yang, came to see her. Upon learning that her daughter was still in the same state, she hesitated.

The mother also sought out more people to help persuade her daughter, reassure her, and tell her that there were no ghosts at all.

Even if there are ghosts, with so many magical artifacts and talismans protecting us, nothing will happen.

Kong Fengjiao has stopped speaking. At first, she just cried, but later she stopped even crying.

In broad daylight, the number of people has increased again.

Wu Qing was hidden in the sea of ​​algae... which is the ancient ceiling.

He stood there listlessly, occasionally stealing glances at Kong Fengjiao.

Anyway, there will always be times when she's alone. After all, people need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, and it's impossible for someone to always be around.

Kong Fengjiao couldn't eat anything today.

Yang invited a doctor to treat her. The doctor said that she had a deficiency of Yang and that she should be given ginseng soup or something similar to replenish it.

Wu Qing finally got the chance to see her squatting on the toilet alone, and he originally wanted to go over and scare her.

[Strangeness Value +2]

Wu Qing looked at the system... No, I haven't even gone there yet.

Throughout the entire day, Wu Qing did nothing, yet notifications of increasing eerie value kept popping up from time to time.

When he went over to inspect, the girl was trembling all over, her body shaking like a leaf.

Even Wu Qing couldn't help but look around, suspecting something was amiss.

That night, the maid and the old woman helped Kong Fengjiao drink her medicine.

They were exhausted from the ordeal, but thankfully, their mistress was quite quiet tonight and didn't insist that they stand guard beside her while she slept.

Gradually, it got dark.

Lanterns still hung high in the dormitory, and candles burned on the table, occasionally crackling.

The bells hanging on the red rope outside rang from time to time.

Kong Fengjiao couldn't fall asleep at all; she would see that strange face flashing in front of her every now and then.

Sometimes she knows it's fake, but other times it comes out as real.

She couldn't tell what was real and what was fake anymore. She felt like she was going crazy, but reason was like a red-hot pair of tongs scorching the tender bamboo shoots revealed after peeling off the outer shell, frantically assaulting her mind.

She was exceptionally clear-headed, but her head felt like it was going to explode.

She lay on the couch, not daring to do anything.

Time passed exceptionally slowly. I had drunk too much herbal soup during the day, and the water kept accumulating in one particular area.

In the middle of the night, all was quiet.

Her pupils contracted as she watched the dark shadow slowly sinking into the sea of ​​algae above.

Wu Qing saw himself reflected in the girl's eyes.

That eerie black shadow seemed to enter her eyes, reflecting layer upon layer deep within them.

He looked at the five-dimensional graph on the system panel.

[Strangeness Level 33, Ferocity Level 1, Evil Charm Level 0, Mystery Level 0, Infectivity Level 0.]

He began to realize that the increase in these numbers was not simply due to experience points used for leveling up.

In fact, it is also changing his image in the eyes of others as a ghost story.

The girl's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest; her breasts swayed with her rapid breathing, while her limbs were as cold as if they were in an ice cave.

The eerie shadowy figure, exuding a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing everything, suppressed her every thought.

The shadow landed beside the couch and solidified into a physical form.

The deceased, with her head tilted to the side and emanating an eerie aura, had a sword hole in her neck, and the broken neck bone seemed to tell her that she deserved her fate.

Her blanket was pulled back, revealing a bright red bodice and white jacket and trousers.

She gripped the blankets on either side of her with both hands, trembling, resigned, and didn't scream.

Extreme fear, accompanied by a burning rationality, was like molten lava about to erupt, pounding against a point in her brain, ready to burst out at any moment.

Her trousers were unbuttoned, and her jacket and trousers were pulled down.

The zombie, as cold as the winter wind, clung to her pale thighs, letting out a howling sound like the north wind: "I died...so tragically...I died...so tragically...I died..."

The girl's legs were spread apart.

A faint smell of blood wafted into her nostrils.

A cold sensation roamed over her thigh.

Outside, the sky was pitch black. The wailing of vengeful spirits, seemingly from the depths of hell, was as chilling as the wind, freezing to the bone.

Until dawn broke from the east, and the world was bathed in light once more.

"Miss?" A scream suddenly came from inside the room.

Immediately afterwards, chaos erupted around them.

When Madam Yang arrived at her daughter's room with her entourage, she saw her daughter lying on the couch wearing a bra and grinning foolishly, with three blood-red and ferocious "惨" (misery) characters written on her bare thighs.

The mattress was damp, covered with a pale yellow fluid.

She pushed her daughter in a stroller, calling her name repeatedly, but her daughter just kept giggling and didn't even recognize her.

She asked the maid to wash the blood-written words off her daughter's legs, but she couldn't get them off no matter what she did.

The three "miserable" characters were shocking and seemed to be trembling, grotesque like a grinning ghost face...

**

After completing the resurrection ceremony, Wu Qing suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes. When he came to his senses, he was no longer in the Kong family.

Looking at the dirty incense table in front of me, and the dilapidated, faded statue of the deity.

Only then did he realize that, as a ghost story, he was resurrected at the very spot where he was killed after completing the resurrection ritual.

However, he did not come back to life immediately.

Look at the system prompt.

[The host has completed the resurrection ritual and will be successfully resurrected in one hour.]

The ghost story "The Dual Nature of the Corpse Demon" has been cancelled.

Before resurrection, the host will temporarily remain in a protected soul state, unaffected by sunlight and undetectable.

Wu Qing tilted his head and thought for a moment, then felt that the system was quite thoughtful.

There's no one in this dilapidated temple; if he comes back to life on the spot, it shouldn't be a problem.

However, if it happens in a crowded place without this one-hour buffer period, it could turn into a public resurrection, which would be quite troublesome.

This one hour is like the brief protection period when you revive after dying in a competitive game.

It was still dark outside, and he didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to stay in this dilapidated temple any longer.

So it drifted into the deep mountains.

I opened the system and took a look during that time.

[Strangeness Level 38, Ferocity Level 1, Evil Charm Level 0, Mystery Level 0, Infectivity Level 3.]

Huh? How come there are 3 more points of infectivity?

He tilted his neck to the other side, as if to examine it.

Then I felt something was wrong, so I raised my hand to straighten my head, and then lowered my hand.

Uh... although he hasn't been resurrected yet, his head is no longer crooked.