Sure enough, it was this ancient book that saved him.
In the strange world behind the Blood Gate, ghost weapons have always been very important props.
After all, as a person, it is impossible to always make mistakes.
The biggest function of ghost weapons is to improve people's fault tolerance rate.
If he didn't have this book with him today, he would probably have died just now!
"Oh, the little master of the castle wants to kill us too. This family...are all evil people?"
Ning Qiushui thought so in her heart.
He took out the ancient book on his chest.
Half of the pages above were stained red with blood.
He knew that the use of this ghost weapon was coming to an end.
Bai Xiaoxiao once told Ning Qiushui that the more powerful a ghost weapon is, the more times it can be used.
Ghost weapons of the level or above like the ancient book in his hand cannot be used more than three times!
In other words, this ancient book only has one last chance to use it!
His pair of red scissors is also an extraordinary ghost weapon, but now it is temporarily handed over to Jun Luyuan for self-defense.
"It seems that we need to be more careful..."
Ning Qiushui once again sounded the alarm for herself in her heart.
At present, he has figured out the four important killing rules in the castle.
…
1. Don’t look at the paintings in the corridor on the first floor for a long time.
2. Do not leave traces on the blank album in the room.
3. Do not enter the third floor of the castle casually.
4. Don’t get exposed to rain.
…
In the next few days, as long as they don't touch these four laws, the danger should not be too great.
Of course... this is with the ultimate goal of "surviving until the fifth day".
In fact, they can't just think about how to survive to the fifth day, they also have to find the door to Monica's manor and the key to open it!
Otherwise, once the five-day period passes, it will be their death!
In the process of looking for the key, you are bound to encounter some unpredictable dangers.
The two closed their eyes and rested.
In the second half of the night, the rapid knocking outside the window sounded again.
Most people in this world will not be afraid the next time just because they have faced fear once.
This is the saying that once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.
Although he was mentally prepared, Jun Luyuan was still startled when the rapid and rapid knocking sound sounded!
He carefully opened his eyes a little and saw that strange, slender black figure appearing in their room again!
Wen Qingya's previous guess was not wrong, this guy would come every night!
Fortunately, after the first night's process, they will appear relatively calm when they face this situation again.
The woman in black came over to check on them as usual, then came to the table again and began to quickly flip through the blank album on the table!
"Why can't I find it..."
The sound that was colder than the rain stimulated Jun Luyuan, making him shiver while huddled in the bed.
He kept praying in his heart, hoping that the woman in black would leave as soon as possible.
Long before entering this bloody door, he felt that he was ready to die.
But when he truly understood the horror of the Blood Gate, Jun Luyuan discovered that it was difficult for people to be as calm as they imagined when facing death.
After about ten minutes, the woman in black at the table finally finished checking all the blank albums and left quietly...
A long time passed, and after confirming that there was no movement in the room, Jun Luyuan took a long breath.
Jun Lu did not disturb Ning Qiushui's rest. He just stared at the ceiling blankly, trying to calm down his chaotic thoughts.
"Don't think about those paintings in the hallway on the first floor."
At this moment, Ning Qiushui suddenly reminded him.
Jun Luyuan was startled at first, and then he immediately reacted!
"Brother Qiushui, could it be that you became like that before..."
"Um."
Ning Qiushui replied with the word "hmm" very simply.
"The Blood Gate mission instructions said, don't look at it for a long time, look at it in your mind... it counts as looking at each other."
Hearing this, Jun Luyuan couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.
Damn, this is too hellish!
Looking at each other in memory can also be regarded as looking at each other...
No wonder Pang Yunyuan disappeared so inexplicably before. This ghost's method of killing people is so unpredictable!
"Brother Qiushui...who do you think wants to kill us?"
Jun Luyuan felt that he couldn't swallow this breath and was still struggling with this issue.
Ning Qiushui told him:
"I have a guess, but I need to verify it. I won't be sure until I see other people tomorrow morning."
Seeing this, Jun Luyuan stopped disturbing him and continued to rest.
Finally, he finally made it to dawn. Early in the morning, Jun Luyuan, who was in a daze, heard fierce quarrels and yelling coming from the corridor!
"They said it wasn't you who did it. There were only two groups yesterday. Don't you have any idea who did it?"
"Yes, it is!"
"What you did, we did, we were framed last night!"
"Haha, if Su Xiaoxiao hadn't been vigilant enough, I would have fallen into your trap a long time ago. She also deliberately pretended to be a good person and reminded us not to touch the albums and pens on the table. If we really didn't look at it, we would have fallen into your trap. Got it!"
"..."
The endless curses echoed in the corridor.
Jun Luyuan was silent and sat up. He saw that Ning Qiushui didn't seem to be in a hurry to go out, but was washing quietly in the toilet like yesterday.
"Brother Qiu Shui, why don't we go out?"
he asked.
Ning Qiushui's mouth was full of foam, and she replied with some slurred speech:
"I'm angry. I'm anxious. Let him check for a while..."
Jun Luyuan nodded.
As he got along with Ning Qiushui, he was gradually infected by Ning Qiushui's calm attitude.
After Ning Qiushui finished washing, they opened the door and walked out.
By this time, everyone had noticed something was wrong, so the quarrel was not as loud as before.
"If you're not going to eat so early in the morning, why are you arguing here?"
Ning Qiushui said.
Everyone looked at him in unison, with some inexplicable sharpness in their eyes.
"Didn't anything happen to you last night?"
Wen Qingya's tone was not very good.
Ning Qiushui rubbed her hair.
"No, just the woman in black has been here. What's wrong?"
Wen Qingya frowned again.
"I mean...hasn't that blank picture album on your table been tampered with?"
Ning Qiushui nodded and said:
"Yes, someone drew a stroke on it, but last night I threw our picture album into the opposite room."
After hearing Ning Qiushui's answer, the smell of gunpowder among the crowd immediately faded a lot.
Because they discovered that everyone alive last night seemed to have encountered the same problem——
Their picture albums have all been tampered with!
