"What the hell is this place?"
"Have I come to hell?"
Xie Chen looked at the huge red flames in front of him and muttered to himself with unclear consciousness.
But just by saying these words, I couldn't hear them clearly, as if I was deaf.
"Are we finally free? We don't have to stay in this hellish place anymore."
"The further you get to the back, the more confused you become. I don't want to die either..."
Xie Chen said painfully, then closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.
As the surroundings trembled, the mountain cliff seemed to be reaching the melting point under the heat of the flames.
A stream of flames spread from the ground, rushing towards Xie Chen who was still standing on the ground like an evil ghost.
Xie Chen, who was still wet all over, had all the moisture evaporated almost in an instant, and then the flames spread up, swallowing him up in an instant.
Xie Chen, who was almost unconscious as he stood there, immediately let out a painful scream.
The flames were devouring all the flesh and blood on his body, and his clothes turned into charcoal in an instant.
The two pieces of gravel in his hand fell out of his hand at this moment and fell to the ground with a thud, as if they had turned into crystals.
His whole body had turned black, and he even began to make a sizzling sound under the heat of the flames.
My ears, which seemed to be deaf, could hear the ticking sound at this moment, as if a pocket watch was still running under the flames.
Under the strange influence, he had completely lost consciousness, and the sound he heard could only be regarded as a funeral song before death.
The surroundings turned into a flash of white light, and his body became illusory, as if his perspective was like that of a third party, silently watching everything going on.
As the illusory self disappeared, all the surrounding flames also dissipated.
Xie Chen, who was standing by and watching all this, lowered his head and looked at his hands.
But found that it was actually real.
"Am I not dead yet?"
Xie Chen laughed at himself with a wry smile. He really didn't want to experience the torture of the strange world anymore. The various rules were intertwined and it was too taxing on his brain.
If you stay any longer, you will suffer from schizophrenia even if you are not crazy.
But in the blink of an eye, the pocket watch reappeared in the palm of his hand.
Xie Chen glanced at it with a smile, feeling a little incredible.
When I was cleaning the old house left by my great-grandfather, I discovered this thing in a room that was not full of roundworms.
I heard from my mother who came with me that my great-grandfather was always in a state of madness in the first two years before his death.
When I was younger, almost in my sixties, I was still living with my family.
Until I returned to the countryside alone, there was no movement at all.
Even though he loved writing letters the most, his family living in the village had not received a letter from his great-grandfather for three or four years.
I can now be 100% convinced that during this period, my great-grandfather definitely entered this world of ghost stories by accident.
But the danger should have been saved, otherwise it would be impossible to experience such a long period of time and even be able to return to the real world.
But the mental madness that followed was probably a sequelae of being in this world of ghost stories.
Xie Chen sighed and found that there was no announcement, nor did he return to the mourning hall.
He was still standing in his original position surrounded by white light, and there was no change in his surroundings.
"That shouldn't be the case. Even if you die, you should still announce that you failed to clear the level."
"At least I'm still conscious now. Don't trap me here for the rest of my life. What's the point?"
Xie Chen stared at the pocket watch in front of him and complained impatiently.
As he said this, the surrounding environment seemed to hear his complaints and began to slowly return to its original state.
Xie Chen looked at the familiar layout around him and couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.
Isn’t this a fucking mourning hall again?
If it was really what I thought, I might as well just give myself a good time and have to go all over again, and I'm still not sure what things I haven't figured out in the middle.
If the red fire refers to the fire coming out of the cliff at the end, and that thing is a guide, doesn't it mean that you have to jump directly into the fire?
But what's the difference between what I just did and jumping into the fire?
It is still a word of death, and there is basically no possibility of survival.
There is no way to obtain bridges and talismans.
The most outrageous thing was the Loess Alley. The second time I could get out of that place, I had to rely on luck.
If he really did it again, he wouldn't even die.
"You might as well just kill me. What's the difference between torturing someone?"
Xie Chen roared loudly, hoping that the mechanical broadcasting voice could hear his appeal.
Is it possible that it would be difficult for the Chosen One to seek his own death?
That shouldn’t be the case, right?
But there is no use thinking like this.
The surrounding scene gradually solidified, but if you look carefully, it is still a bit unreal.
However, Xie Chen quickly recovered from his emotional breakdown, and he obviously felt a little different this time.
It seemed that he was not kneeling in place, and he did not smell the rotten and moldy smell.
"This is?"
Xie Chen raised his head and looked around, unable to react for a moment.
The surrounding scenes slowly floated around. What was in front of him was the big red coffin, but this time he did not kneel in front of it, but stood behind the big red coffin.
In front of it is a portrait, and because he stood up, he could see the altar table clearly.
The three sticks of incense were burning slowly, and the burning intensity was at the same time. There was no two long and one short situation like in horror movies.
But after seeing the portrait, he was startled.
The photo on the portrait was actually him.
The more Xie Chen looked at it, the more he felt a little scared. This thing was getting more and more outrageous.
Could it be that the person lying in this big red coffin is me?
Xiechen turned to look at the person kneeling in front of him, but it was still himself.
He was holding his head very low, but how could he not be able to distinguish his own figure?
Xie Chen was a little helpless.
The name of this copy is called Funeral. It turns out that he is actually burying himself.
Xie Chen patted his shoulder in displeasure, then slowly walked to the red coffin, gently pressed his hand on the coffin board, and then pushed forward hard.
There was no one in the coffin. There was only a sunken handprint left in the empty red coffin.
In fact, it cannot be said to be a fingerprint. To be more precise, it should actually be a mold for pressing fingerprints.
"In this case, is it possible that I still passed the level?"
Xie Chen muttered to himself somewhat unconfidently.
If this is really possible, then this copy is just like giving it away for free. I basically didn't find many important clues, and I even spent most of the time betting in confusion.
Xie Chen pressed his palm on the mold and saw that the entire inside of the red coffin began to sink, followed by a bang.
The surrounding scene immediately turned into bubbles, as if it was exploding.
Xie Chen quickly raised his hands to shield his eyes. Everything in front of him was plunged into a burst of white light, and then turned into nothingness.
This time, I remembered the familiar sound of the announcement.
But there is still no emotion, just conveying the general process of the ghost story world,
[Congratulations to the chosen one for clearing the funeral dungeon. 】
[Customs clearance evaluation: ordinary. 】
[Based on the number of dungeons experienced, the chosen ones will have time to return to the real world. Once the return time is up, they will return to the Kaitan World to participate in the dungeon. 】
After hearing this, Xie Chen immediately became excited, and even couldn't believe his ears.
My performance in clearing the level this time was really impressive, and I had no objection to being rated as ordinary. I didn't even expect to receive any rewards.
But the following sentence made me feel like I was dreaming.
Can you return to the real world?
Although there is a time limit, I can indeed see my loved ones, and I won't have to die in this world of weird stories. Even what I do must be done carefully and carefully.
Xie Chen sat on the ground with his legs stretched out, and even the connected system broadcast could not be heard clearly.
[Based on the evaluation of all previous copies, this copy will settle the corresponding rewards. 】
[The pocket watch will no longer exist in a physical state. The pocket watch can be given a corresponding way of existence according to the host's own needs. 】
[The pocket watch will add an additional modification function. The tentative number of times this function can be used in each copy is only once. 】
[Modification functions include but are not limited to environment, temperature, objects, abilities, time, times, and language. 】
[The chosen ones will have a 24-hour rest period in the real world. When the time is up, they will re-enter the ghost story world. 】
[Please plan the remaining time. 】
As the last sound disappeared, the surrounding void gradually rippled and slowly turned into reality.
Xie Chen still sat on the ground in disbelief, looking at the walls and dust around him, and even the counter and broom in front of him.
"This is……"
"Is this my great-grandpa's room?"
Xie Chen stood up with a surprised look on his face and stroked the dust on the table with his hands, feeling as if he was in a dream.
He immediately reached out and pinched his cheek, and a severe pain hit his forehead. After swallowing, he was sure that he was not dreaming.
Tick tock.
There was a mechanical sound of a clock turning, and Xie Chen quickly looked to the ground.
The pocket watch lay quietly where he had just been sitting.
"Is everything that just happened true?"
Xie Chen murmured to himself, bent down and picked up the pocket watch on the ground.
"Xiechen, have you finished cleaning over there?"
Xie Chen was startled, and what sounded was a girl's voice.
