Oh? I thought he didn't need any items. What was he going back for?
If there hadn't been a limit on items, he'd probably have carried off the whole train car.
He chickened out. He totally chickened out.
Hahaha, I can feel the old man shaking through the screen.
Sixty Sanity Points is no joke...
Revered Netherworld Soul snorted at the Danmu's teasing and ignored it.
He took an Evil-warding Copper Coin, a stick of Evil-dispelling Incense, a box of matches, and a Lucidity Pill. Struggling to calm his fear, he set out again.
What did sixty Sanity Points mean?
Anyone would start seeing enemies in every rustle of grass and shadow of a tree, suspecting ghosts at every turn;
they might even begin seeing and hearing things.
Their ability to withstand fear would plummet.
Revered Netherworld Soul was a case in point.
As he walked the deserted village road at night,
he heard chilling whispers beside his ear. Ghostly hands suddenly reached from the shadows to seize his ankles, or a breath of air from the underworld blew against him...
Of course, these were hallucinations caused by his low Sanity Points. The viewers in the Live Streaming room couldn't see them.
All they saw was an old man jumping at every step like a complete fool.
"Hmph... Tricks like these were enough to stop you from clearing the stage? That's all you amount to!"
Revered Netherworld Soul kept talking tough.
The Danmu floating in the air, teasing and mocking him, had become a source of comfort instead.
At least they made him feel less alone.
All of Fengmen Village lay in pitch-black darkness.
Only a few scattered patches of moonlight let him make out the road.
Beneath the mottled moonlight, a figure was faintly visible outside a home,