I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

At least we still have more than half an hour to charge, enough time to experience reality, right?

Lu Ban, you are so gentle!

While waiting for his phone to charge, Zheng Li wasn't sleepy at all. He picked up his phone and browsed the forums he usually visited, hoping to see if anyone had done a review or had any clues or opinions on how to complete "The Conjuring Night".

Soon, he saw a post.

[Ten details you must pay attention to in The Conjuring!]

Chapter 678 He woke up, but not fully awake.

First of all, the game is set in a ruined city. Since it's a ruined city, we have to mention Daoist Heming. This character has appeared by name in the game, so he's definitely key. And Daoist Heming, combined with the information left behind...

[…Finally, regarding what exactly will happen on the Night of the Summoning of Souls, I haven't played it yet, only up to the second day. I won't spoil it, but I think it's best to be careful of seemingly harmless characters. Some inconspicuous characters might just be the key to breaking the deadlock.]

After reading the post, Zheng Li noticed some of the details mentioned, such as the fact that the original owner of the house, Browning, was still vigorous in his old age and could even take a concubine. Perhaps the house really did have some kind of magic.

There are also things he doesn't know, such as the contents of the detective's notes.

However, since this is a virtual reality game, it's not possible to take screenshots at the moment. The poster could only write a few points based on their memory.

"It seems reading notes won't cause death. Am I overlooking something?"

Zheng Li yawned. Staying up all night, especially in the highly tense environment of a virtual reality game, had made him quite sleepy.

While looking at the replies on his phone, Zheng Li slumped onto the table and quickly lost consciousness.

He had a dream in which Zheng Li seemed to have returned to that mansion. He was wearing a coat and listening to the rumbling thunder outside the window. Zheng Li saw someone standing in the corridor.

She was a woman with a graceful figure, but not as petite as that unfortunate maid, Lily.

Zheng Li walked forward, wanting to get a clear look at the other person's appearance.

He noticed that the woman seemed to be covering her face with a fan, and he could only vaguely see some of her eyebrows and eyes.

Boom—

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the corridor. Zheng Li could clearly see that the black-haired woman's eyes were bloodshot. She was looking at him with amusement, as if she had seen something novel and interesting... a little bug.

Upon meeting the woman's gaze, Zheng Li felt a splitting headache, as if his eyeballs had been gouged out by something, and goosebumps rose all over his body, causing him to tremble.

"found it."

The woman spoke in a soft, delicate voice, as if it were whispering in Zheng Li's ear.

As if electrocuted, Zheng Li began to tremble uncontrollably.

The next moment, Zheng Li woke up from his dream with a start.

He still had drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, soaking his sleeve. Zheng Li hurriedly looked around and found that his roommates were still fast asleep.

Everyone went to bed quite late last night, and the quality of sleep is quite good now; no one woke up.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Zheng Li checked the time; it was only a little past nine.

I realized I'd only slept for a little over three hours.

Zheng Li stretched his limbs and stood up. The chair made a slight noise. Sleeping on the table was really bad for one's health and often caused nightmares.

Once, he was so sleepy in class that he fell asleep on his desk and had a dream where he was caught by the teacher while sleeping in class. Zheng Li clearly remembered that the teacher walked towards him step by step. He was terrified to realize that he was asleep but could not get up. After he woke up, he was glad that it was just a dream. Then he saw that the teacher was already standing in front of him.

After going to the restroom and washing his face with cold water, Zheng Li looked at himself in the mirror and became more alert.

"Lu Ban's game is really addictive."

Zheng Li sighed.

It's one thing to be addicted to the game, but to dream about it is really something else.

"Speaking of which, who is that woman? I don't recall there being any character like that in the game."

He thought about it and decided to go downstairs for breakfast.

Last night's pickled cabbage noodles were far from enough; the few hours spent in the game felt like several days to Zheng Li.

And you can even eat in this game!

The sumptuous dishes at the banquet tasted just like the real thing, which made Zheng Li even hungrier after leaving the game.

He changed his clothes, went downstairs, and soon arrived at the cafeteria.

The cafeteria is quite crowded at this time. On weekend mornings, most students who go to study will come here to eat something to fill their stomachs, but compared to the actual lunchtime, it is much sparser. There is more than enough room for one person per table.

Zheng Li ordered a basket of steamed dumplings, a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and a dish of vinegar. He then picked up his plate and found an empty table to sit down and eat.

After eating two or three steamed dumplings dipped in vinegar, Zheng Li felt content and satisfied.

He looked at the other students eating breakfast, men and women, but he recognized almost none of them.

At this moment, Zheng Li's wandering gaze suddenly fixed.

He was shocked to see a girl eating wontons sitting at a table not far from him.

The girl was dressed in ordinary clothes, just like any other college student you'd see anywhere.

However, her eyebrows and eyes looked very familiar to Zheng Li!

This girl is the one I just dreamed about!!!

Zheng Li was startled and dropped his chopsticks onto the table, causing the girl to hear the noise and glance over.

He then realized that this girl might be different from the woman in his dream. After all, he hadn't seen her face clearly, but at least this girl didn't have red eyes.

"It's just an illusion..."

Zheng Li muttered.

Perhaps it was because he had seen this girl before, or because she had attended a large class with him, that he subconsciously remembered her appearance and then recalled it in his dream?

Zheng Li believes in science.

It couldn't possibly be that woman chasing after me from my dream, could it?

He quickly finished his breakfast, then bought a bottle of cola and a bag of sandwiches before returning to his dorm. His roommates were still asleep, and Zheng Li even nervously climbed onto their ladder to check their breathing to make sure they were still alive.

After taking a sip of cola, Zheng Li returned to the game.

This time, he learned his lesson and immediately checked his luggage and opened his laptop as soon as he entered the game.

The notebook contained a great deal of information about the Browning family business, Browning himself, and his children. After reading it, one could gain a general understanding of the subject.

At the same time, there are also records about Daoist Heming and his sect. Zheng Li only had a general understanding of Daoist Heming before. It was only after reading these records that he had a relatively objective and clear understanding of this big shot who had been famous in the ruined capital for a long time.

It seems that reading these notes first is the correct way to play the game.

Zheng Li couldn't help but sigh.

The old butler arrived as promised. Zheng Li, who was flipping through the notes, was startled. He hurriedly picked up the two notebooks, checked his weapon again—a revolver—and then followed him.

Since Zheng Li had already talked to some of the people during the last game, he didn't repeat what he had done before this time. Instead, he carefully observed their expressions.

According to the author on that forum, some people he didn't notice might be the key to the problem.

He began to study the maids, servants, and even the old butler, appearing rather eccentric.

However, Zheng Li did not notice the problem.

After the meal, fearing his death in the last game, he didn't immediately return to his room, but decided to stay here in a crowded place.

Zheng Li opened his notebook and continued reading.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a line of text.

Browning paid me to investigate the treasure hidden in this mansion, supposedly the legacy of the Hermit Crane.

Meanwhile, a photograph is also interspersed between these two pages.

As Zheng Li flipped through the photos, one fell to the ground, and he bent down to pick it up.

He turned it over and saw what was in the photo.

It was a black and white, slightly faded photograph. The photograph showed an elderly man, and on the back of the photograph was the word "Browning".

Zheng Li was slightly shocked because he had seen Browning's portrait in the corridor. In the portrait, the old man was obviously quite healthy and young, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to have sex with the young maid.

What happened?

Rejuvenation?

Puzzled, Zheng Li looked away from the photo and then saw the notes in the notebook.

However, Daoist Heming may not be dead; his will may remain in this room!

The moment Zheng Li saw those words, a chill ran through his entire body.

He looked up and felt countless eyes staring at him.

Everyone except myself seems to be a suspect.

Chapter 679 Take my advice and turn yourself in right now!

Back in his room, Zheng Li first saved a file.

Even if those insects reappear, it won't mean starting all over again.

He touched the notebook in his pocket, and a thought that was a mixture of curiosity and recklessness popped into his mind.

Zheng Li decided to open his notebook and take a look.

His heart was pounding so hard you could hear it.

As the storm raged outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, Zheng Li slowly opened the notebook.

The words in the notebook remained unchanged, still lying obediently on the paper.

Zheng Li looked at the text on it; it was a record of the various miraculous deeds of Daoist Heming, and one of the entries happened to describe how he cured the sick and saved lives.

It was a document pieced together from several newspaper clippings. It said that in the past, the mayor of a certain small town passed away due to illness. Because the mayor was usually very kind to people and the people in the town lived well, everyone was very sad and decided to hold a funeral for the mayor.

Because so many people came to pay their respects, the mayor's body remained in the mourning hall until the ninth day before he could be buried. On that day, Daoist Heming happened to be passing through the town with his disciples. After hearing about the situation, he decided to pay his respects to the mayor.

However, during the ceremony, Daoist Heming glanced at the mayor's body and noticed something amiss. He said that the mayor did not die of illness, but was poisoned. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked Daoist Heming who had killed the mayor. Daoist Heming did not give them the answer, but instead said, "You might as well ask the mayor himself."

Then, Daoist Heming claimed to possess the art of resurrection, capable of bringing back to life those who had died unjustly. The crowd disbelieved him, considering him a charlatan only interested in making money.