Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

Swish swish!

Several figures flashed onto the playground.

"Wasn't it only one person out of the 12 who showed the 'Ghostly Series' ominous signs before? How come they're all showing them now?"

"The strange patterns are just a sign of the appearance of the dungeon, and do not mean that they are completely accurate. There have been precedents for this."

"But why is it rated A-level Abyss difficulty?"

"The chances of that happening are too small."

"Let's control the scene and clean up the mess to prevent others from getting too emotional."

As a figure waved his sleeves, the entire playground was separated by a barrier.

Once a bizarre instance appears, it cannot be undone or changed.

The A-rank Ghost series dungeons have a mortality rate exceeding 70%, even among senior students who have become Ghost Masters, let alone those experiencing them for the first time.

"No...no way."

Liu Zitao stared blankly at the red clouds overhead.

His face was extremely pale, and his legs were trembling. He suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Ye behind him.

"It was him...it must have been that unlucky guy who did it!"

"He's the only one here who has ever displayed the eerie, resentful markings!"

"He's the one who dragged us all down!"

The gazes of others followed, filled with anger.

"The strange markings are just a sign, not the final bizarre copy. Remember what you've learned before, act carefully, and try to comply. There may still be a glimmer of hope."

A clear, cool voice resonated directly in everyone's minds, finally silencing the noise.

"Brother Liu!!!"

"You absolutely have to help me later!"

"Yes, yes, yes, if I survive this time, I'll be your slave!"

The others could only run over and grab Liu Zitao's arm, pleading desperately.

"Screw you! I might not even survive a dungeon on Abyss difficulty myself, and you want me to help you? Good luck!"

Liu Zitao pushed them all away in frustration, having long forgotten what he had said before.

This is an A-level dungeon; the little he has might not even be enough to keep him alive.

Protecting others? Dream on!

The place where Lu Ye stood was very quiet. As a noob with a talent of 0.01, no one would come to him for protection.

"call--"

Lu took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Although he possessed treasures given to him by the Ghost Emperor ancestors, this was, after all, his first time entering a bizarre dungeon, and it was an A-level dungeon right from the start.

"bring it on!"

Kukakaka!

A streak of red lightning flashed by.

Including Lu, all 12 people in the inner field were frozen in place at the same time.

Since I'm not yet a Ghost Master, when I first enter the eerie dungeon...

The body will remain in place, but the soul and consciousness will be extracted.

When a soul dies in a bizarre instance, the physical body in reality also dies simultaneously.

At the same time.

The dark clouds above the playground slowly coalesced into an eerie yet clear image.

The scene depicts a bewitching red mist.

From the red mist, a procession dressed in wedding robes slowly emerged, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Paper money fell like snowflakes, but the sounds of gongs and drums were completely silent.

In the center of the procession, a strangely luxurious wedding sedan chair was surrounded.

"Paper figures lead the way, ghostly soldiers protect the path, and a matchmaker brings joy—this is..."

"A-Rank Mysterious Dungeon—"

"A Ghost Wedding: A Ten-Mile Red Dowry!"

........

"Hey! What are you dawdling about?"

"If we keep dawdling and delay the joyous occasion, they'll all die!"

A sharp voice rang in my ear.

Lu Ye was momentarily stunned.

Only then did I realize that I was walking in a wedding procession, and that I was being carried in a bridal sedan chair.

Beside him stood a burly paper figure with red rouge painted on its cheeks, raising a whip in its hand.

pia.

A whip lashed down hard.

Lu Ye thought the whip was meant for him and was about to dodge.

"ah!!!"

A scream came from behind.

I turned my head and took a look.

Good grief, it was a feint.

It turns out it was Liu Zitao who withdrew.

That's fine.

The whip left a deep bloody welt on Liu Zitao's shoulder, and his face contorted in pain.

But apart from that first shout, he didn't dare utter another word.

The first rule of survival in the eerie dungeon: Just take the hits, say less, do less, and resist less.

"What are you looking at? You deserve a beating too!"

pia!

The sharp-eyed paper figure noticed Lu Ye turning his head and casually lashed out with a whip.

The force was the same as when he hit Liu Zitao, but when it hit Lu Ye's shoulder, his clothes didn't even tear, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Luckily, I have the clothes my grandfather gave me, hehe."

This lash is a grudge against Liu Zitao!

Why did he scream so pitifully that it drew my attention?

Lu also glanced at him discreetly.

He, Liu Zitao, and six other classmates were assigned to carry the sedan chair.

There are a few I haven't seen yet; they must be doing other work.

The wedding procession, accompanied by music and fanfare, walked through the mist, with ghostly figures whose faces were obscured on both sides of the road.

As they walked further and further, the heavy sedan chair carried on his shoulders grew heavier and heavier, and Lu was already sweating.

The other students were in similar condition; their legs were all shaking, and they would be whipped every now and then.

The further they went, the heavier the sedan chair became.

The paper figures beside them were casting increasingly frequent glances at them.

It was as if they were waiting for something.

The empty paper face held expectation.

........

"Based on previous experience, this is the first challenge: [Escorting the Bride]."

"The tasks assigned to me are different each time I enter; this time it's quite tiring—carrying the wedding sedan chair."

"The sedan chair will likely get heavier and heavier, but they can't stop."

"Stop and you'll die."

More than a dozen teachers gathered to watch on the playground.

The appearance of the A-level eerie dungeon has alarmed the Ghostly High School, and many more senior students are rushing to the scene.

After all, being able to witness a complete A-level eerie dungeon firsthand is highly beneficial for those who want to challenge dungeons later.

"There are just too many death trigger mechanisms in the A-level bizarre dungeons."

"So no matter how tired you are, you have to persevere."

"Don't stop, don't talk, don't look, don't do anything, just obediently carry the sedan chair."

Each time they enter the eerie dungeon, the initial scene is different, but the Ghost Masters still manage to learn from it.

"I think the one sweating profusely is Lu Ye."

"He's probably not going to make it much longer."

"I might be the first one to die."

.........

"Phew! That's heavy."

Lu was panting heavily.

It felt like a small mountain was pressing down on my shoulders.

Every step they took was deeply embedded in the mud.

The burly paper figure beside him, carrying a whip, kept casting glances at him, as if waiting for him to make a mistake at any moment.

He had also guessed the death mechanism of this first level.

It might just be a matter of who gives up first and who dies first.

If this continues, he definitely won't be able to hold on any longer.

"Hey bro, can you come here for a second?"

Lu Ye, his face pale, whispered something to the paper figure.

This startled Liu Zitao, who was standing behind him.

At this point, would you actively shout "ghostly"?

wanna die?

However, he immediately revealed a gloating expression.

"Young man, are you about to give up?"

Sure enough, the paper figure took two steps closer, and Lu Ye could see a sinister smile on its pale face.

"This sedan chair is so heavy."

"Chen, take a rest. You won't be tired if you rest," the paper figure urged impatiently.

No one else dared to utter a sound.

In eerie dungeons, one should speak and act as little as possible. Lu Ye's behavior of actively seeking out and chatting with eerie beings is simply courting death.

"I don't want to carry the sedan chair anymore."

"Oh?" The paper figure grinned maliciously, a butcher's knife silently appearing in its hand behind its back. "So... what do you want to do?"

Lu Ye pointed to the paper horse in front of him, "I want to ride a horse."

Oh my god........

Liu Zitao, standing behind him, almost burst out laughing.

You fucking told the weirdo you wanted to ride a horse?

Die, die, just die already.

Don't drag us down with this brain-dead idiot.

Liu Zitao had already seen the butcher knife hidden behind the paper figure.

The next second will surely bring three cuts and two holes, chilling you to the bone.

"You want to ride a horse, right? Riding a horse is great, ride..."

A terrifying smile appeared on the paper figure's face, and the hand holding the pig-slaughtering knife behind its back slowly, slowly withdrew.

But in that critical moment...

Something was suddenly stuffed into his other hand.

Reach out and pinch.

It's thick, has a matte finish, and feels heavy.

It's so heavy that it's almost impossible to lift it.

Looking at the human in front of him winking and making faces at him, he suddenly felt a little...

kind?

"Go on, you should ride a horse when you're tired from walking. You've worked hard too."

"???"

The burly paper figure waved his hand and grabbed another paper figure to replace Lu Ye.

With another wave of his hand, a paper horse obediently stopped in front of Lu Ye.

This scene made Liu Zitao and the others' eyes widen instantly.

no.......

When did the weirdo in this A-level dungeon become so easy to talk to?