Seeing a Ghost

Looking at the pinky finger with the titanium crystal ring that Feng Xue offered, Gui suddenly felt like laughing. How old is she, still making pinkies?

However, considering that this was one of the few people who could attract offerings in recent years, the ghost still stretched out its withered fingers.

As she hooked her two fingers together, Feng Xue's lips curled into a smile. She shook her fingers like a child, saying:

"Liars will have to swallow a thousand needles!"

"I'll swallow your grandma's mouth!" the ghost cursed inwardly. However, Feng Xue was honest; she immediately pulled three incense sticks from the joss paper packet, placed them in front of the coffin, lit them with the White Candle from before, and then waved her hand, saying:

Eat and drink well!

After bidding farewell to the Coffin Ghost, Feng Xue felt much better. She hummed a little tune as she walked up the mountain. But as she walked, she heard a wailing sound again. However, unlike the wailing Coffin Ghost before, this time the wailing sound clearly carried a hint of pleading.

"Damn, why does this feel like I've stumbled into a beggar's den?"

Feng Xue grinned, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu, like giving money to one beggar and then a whole bunch of beggars swarming around asking for more. However, he had no intention of paying any attention to these people who asked without even showing their faces. He waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away flies, and muttered:

"At least they have a coffin, but you have nothing. Where am I supposed to put the incense? Where are your graves? Show me the way, and I'll bring you some when I visit your graves."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crying in her ears immediately disappeared. Then, Feng Xue felt a blur before her eyes, and at the illegible signpost leading up the mountain, five white figures dressed in white, their faces obscured but their height around 1.3 meters, all raised their right hands and pointed towards the mountain.

Following the direction they were pointing, Feng Xue squinted and saw that on this mountain covered with dead trees, there was a patch of land that looked like a patch of scabies. Judging from the ghosts' expression, that should be the so-called cemetery.

"Wait a minute, this route isn't the same as the one I took down the mountain!"

Although the distance was quite far, Feng Xue clearly remembered that the road he took when he arrived was a straight path, extending to this village on one side and heading directly up the mountain on the other. This piece of land was clearly on the side of the mountainside, or even on the shady side.

"Building a grave on the shady side of the mountainside is quite standard. So this must be the so-called public cemetery. Then what's on the mountaintop at the end of that road? Could it be that a ghost felt the public cemetery wasn't good enough for it, so it built itself another grave on the mountaintop?"

Feng Xue told a lame joke, but she could clearly sense that something was off.

First of all, if there are graves on the mountain, why are these five white figures in this village? And what's the deal with that Coffin Ghost?

It can't be bullying from the ghost realm, can it?

"The Coffin Ghost can speak and communicate directly, so it's at least a Vengeful Spirit. The five white-robed figures can only cry, and at most they can manifest to point the way; they're probably just Wandering Souls. According to the dejected player and that fake player, several players at the Fierce Ghost Level have already fallen here, which means there's at least one vengeful ghost here. As for the Ominous God..."

Feng Xue looked up at the mountaintop, her eyes reflecting the flow of Yin and Yang energies. She activated the Qi Gazing Technique provided by Jiang Ziya, but could only see a few wisps of dark clouds. She couldn't help but purse her lips.

"If this kind of aura is enough to call someone Ominous God, then the Ominous God in this game are worthless."

Thinking this, Feng Xue started walking up the mountain path. Reaching a gentle slope, he frowned slightly.

"That's strange. From the bottom of the mountain, it should be this area where we go!"

Looking around but unable to find a fork in the road, Feng Xue pondered for a moment. He had watched many horror movies, and at times like this, it was either a case of being lost in a maze, or he had simply entered a hallucination, or someone had deliberately sabotaged the path.

Having already located the cemetery, he kept his eyes straight ahead, stepping through weeds and dead trees, heading towards the cemetery.

"Feng Xue ~~ Feng Xue ~~"

As she walked, Feng Xue's ears twitched slightly; she vaguely heard someone calling from behind, and her expression became somewhat strange.

"Good grief, since I came to this world, the only people who know my name besides the police and that Student Kid are this ghost. Is it mind-reading? Or is it making me think it's a hallucination calling my name? Usually, if I turn around at a time like this, I'll get grabbed by the ghost, right?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xue paused, but the voice in her ear became even more urgent.

"So annoying!"

Feng Xue turned her head sharply, but her vision went dark, and what she saw was a gaping maw that almost completely blocked her view.

The teeth were sharp, like daggers, and the tongue was covered in barbs. Upon seeing this, Feng Xue's face darkened, and then she reached out her hand...

"Ugh~"

Seeing a pile of filth of unknown origin spraying out, Feng Xue immediately jumped backward. The pile of rotting flesh, along with the filthy slime, spilled all over the ground, and she could vaguely make out two somewhat familiar heads, which seemed to be players she had seen before.

Feng Xue, who had narrowly avoided these things, immediately became furious, glaring and cursing:

"Damn it, why did you throw up?! Don't you have any sense of public decency?"

The Big Head Ghost, clutching his throat, was also angered by Feng Xue's words and immediately retorted:

"I'll put it in your throat and you won't vomit? Damn! How did you even get in my throat?"

The Big Head Ghost seemed to suddenly realize something, his eyes widening in shock. Feng Xue, hearing this, asked curiously:

"If you take a bite out of me, you'll naturally be able to kill me. If you can kill me, then you'll naturally make contact with me. Since you can make contact with me, why can't I make contact with you?"

"Oh right!" Big Head Ghost slapped his forehead, but Feng Xue suddenly felt a kind of intellectual suppression. She felt that bullying such an idiot was beneath her dignity. What should she do?

However, since the other party had already come looking for trouble, he had no intention of letting it go. He immediately took out his pen and said softly:

"Write on, youthful days..."

Before the words were finished, the spirit of the Ouija board, dressed in a traditional Chinese dress, floated out from the pen, holding a book in her hands, her face full of disdain:

"Just call out if you need anything, stop using those awkward phrases, okay?"

"Isn't this just following local customs?" Feng Xue shrugged. But the Big Head Ghost finally got smart for once. Taking advantage of Feng Xue's awkward conversation with the spirit of the Ouija board, it flashed behind him at a speed that even Feng Xue's eyesight couldn't catch, and its blood-red mouth opened wide again.

However, Feng Xue stood there stubbornly, without turning his head, and even the spirit of the Ouija board, who wanted to make a move, was held down by him.

The Big Head Ghost stared wide-eyed at the man before him, who seemed to have turned into a stone statue, and roared:

Why don't you turn around?

There's a power outage, and my laptop battery is low, so I'll only be writing one chapter tonight.