I started on a rocking horse and relied on watching ads to dominate the highway survival charts.

Wen Zhaoye summoned a panoramic camera and began to record the map inside the ancestral hall from all angles.

"The gongs, drums, and firecrackers should all be here. Everyone, spread out and search, prioritizing the location of the palanquin."

After Wen Zhaoye finished speaking, he and Su Anning began searching near the Baiting Pavilion. Shen Chilie went to the central hall by himself, while Huo Yunzhi went to the back hall at the very back.

The entire back hall was very dark, with extremely low visibility.

Huo Yunzhi lightly touched her brow, summoning a blazing red lotus of karmic fire.

The firelight illuminated the back hall as if it were daytime. Her gaze swept across the area and quickly locked onto something in the very center.

It was a vermilion sedan chair with gold-painted outlines and bells hanging from the eaves. Although the wood carvings under the eaves were somewhat mottled due to corrosion, their original exquisite style could still be seen when illuminated by the light.

On each side of the sedan chair was a thick, polished hardwood bar, and red brocade curtains hung from the door, through which an unidentified deity could be vaguely seen sitting.

[Dungeon Time Remaining: 00:00:09]

Upon seeing the countdown notification for the dungeon, Huo Yunzhi quickly took a picture and sent it to the group chat.

[Dungeon Time Remaining: 00:00:00]

[Mission failed. The old house will be reset soon.]

"Clang, clang—"

Two long, drawn-out bells rang out from deep within the courtyard, and white light began to emanate from Huo Yunzhi's body.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness returned, and when Huo Yunzhi regained consciousness, she was back in the dungeon preparation area.

Xu Xiu's body lay on the ground, her body riddled with scalpels of all sizes. Her white coat was stained crimson with blood, a testament to the intensity of her struggle against the scapegoat.

Su Anning silently walked to Huo Yunzhi's side, squatted down and helped her remove the scalpel from Xu Xiu's body.

After the last scalpel was pulled out, Wen Zhaoye let out a long sigh.

"Let's revive her first."

Huo Yunzhi nodded silently, but then froze on the spot after opening her backpack.

The number of items in her substitute paper doll section... is actually 2?

Two paper dolls as substitutes?

Xu Xiu gave her one in the previous round, plus the one she already had, so there were indeed two.

Huo Yunzhi felt something was very off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

She abandoned her strange ideas and first pasted the paper doll on Xu Xiu's body.

Xu Xiu's wound healed quickly, and her originally pale skin turned rosy.

"Ugh...!" Xu Xiu suddenly opened her eyes and cried out in pain.

She sat up and subconsciously summoned the white jade bottle to heal herself.

Su Anning and Huo Yunzhi crouched down beside her, one on each side, and gently comforted her, saying, "It's alright now..."

Xu Xiu's senses were still trapped in the agony of near death. Seeing the concerned expressions of the others, and looking at the wound that had completely disappeared, it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

"The substitute can not only revive dead units, but also fully restore their health." Xu Xiu touched the spot where he had once had a scalpel inserted. "It's amazing."

When Shen Chilie heard Xu Xiu still analyzing the mechanism of the substitute paper doll in a research-like tone, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in pain: "So many scalpels, you...you really can do that?"

"There's no other way." Xu Xiu was helped to her feet by Huo Yunzhi and Su Anning. "Only in this way can the state of death be fed back to the scapegoat."

Recalling the white smoke she saw on the scapegoat before she died, Xu Xiu's interest soared, and her mind, which had been filled with the pain of impending death, slowly returned to normal.

"If I'm not mistaken, the vengeful ghost has disappeared. We can go straight there and get the axe."

Upon hearing this good news, Huo Yunzhi excitedly opened the group chat: "I've also found the location of the palanquin."

There are five people in the group. The latest chat history is a picture of a palanquin that she posted.

"That aged voice told us to take the three mission items to the palanquin and burn them, then restart the procession..." Huo Yunzhi's gaze was fixed on the two hardwood carrying poles.

"No!" ×2

Huo Yunzhi and Wen Zhaoye exchanged a glance and both noticed the problem.

The palanquin looks like it needs four people to carry it, and there are enough people to clear the way with the incense burner.

But... what about gongs, drums, and firecrackers?

Who will be responsible?

Welcome to the Qiao Family Residence.

The familiar voice interrupted Huo Yunzhi and Wen Zhaoye's train of thought once again. The two carefully checked the rules again to make sure that there were no changes from the previous two rounds.

"Let's go, grab the axe, then find the gong, drum, and firecrackers, and we can leave this place."

Shen Chilie had clearly had enough of this place, and he started walking into the old house.

Huo Yunzhi and Wen Zhaoye had no choice but to put aside their doubts and follow Shen Chilie into the old house.

The moment her right foot stepped in, Huo Yunzhi unconsciously glanced behind her.

There was nothing behind him.

"What are you looking for?" Xu Xiu's gentle voice rang in my ears.

"It's alright." Huo Yunzhi looked away. "Keep up close, or you'll fall behind."

The group arrived at the area where the roadblock ghost was located. Just like the previous round, it was completely empty, without even a single red brick.

"It looks like it won't be appearing again."

In the second round, Wen Zhaoye was worried that the roadblock ghost was just lying in wait somewhere, so no wall was generated to block it.

It seems that he was beaten so badly by Shen Chilie in the first round that he didn't dare to show up.

Upon entering the area of ​​the Mirror Ghost, although no new clones were generated, the area of ​​activity expanded significantly.

This change made Huo Yunzhi very uneasy.

She worries that if the clones continue to evolve, their activity range might expand to cover the entire old house.

After passing through a large number of dilapidated houses, the five people arrived at the old house where the scapegoat from the previous round had been.

There was no sign of any evil spirit in the entire old house, only dried bloodstains on the ground.

Su Anning held onto Xu Xiu tightly, tears welling in her eyes.

After searching around, the group finally found the rusty axe near the window.

Back at the Qiao Clan Ancestral Hall, there was still no sign of any vengeful ghosts.

Huo Yunzhi led them into the back hall and placed the ink line, paper boat, and axe in front of the palanquin.

Shen Chilie stepped forward and tried to lift it, but to his surprise, the palanquin seemed to be rooted to the ground and could not be moved an inch.

"It seems that the palanquin cannot be moved at all until the props are burned."

Wen Zhaoye took out a lighter, and when he opened the cap, it made a "ding" sound. Then he moved the fire source to the paper boat, which was the easiest to burn.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The flames licked the paper boat for a full two minutes, but the boat showed no sign of catching fire!

Huo Yunzhi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched the spot where the fire had just occurred.

The place I touched was also cold.

"I'll give it a try." Shen Chilie took out a flamethrower from his bag and aimed it at the paper boat.

Seeing this, Wen Zhaoye quickly stopped him: "The space in the back hall is too small. If you use this, you'll burn the palanquin down with it."

"What should we do then?"