Suppressing all the uneasiness in his heart, Shen Lin slowly approached the incense table.
There was nothing else on the incense table except incense and pictures. When Shen Lin came closer, the full-length mirror reflected his appearance. Together with the black and white photo of Shen Lin smiling on the incense table, it made the scene even more weird.
As far as items are concerned, there is nothing special. The weirdest thing is the three blood-red sandalwood sticks stuck in the incense burner.
It is not accurate to say that it is sandalwood, because the smell brought to Shen Lin by the burning of this thing is an inexplicable burnt smell, mixed with some rancid smell, like some kind of rotten meat undergoing burning.
Intuition told Shen Lin that these three sandalwood sticks must have a purpose. Even if they were not the key to the curse, they were still a part of it.
Facing his photo as if paying homage, Shen Lin found it difficult to convince himself to ignore everything here.
But he didn't rush to take action. The danger of ghost sacrifice was far higher than before.
Compared with the horror events where knowing the rules is enough to put your mind at ease, the horror of the ghost festival has just begun.
The ghostly sheen surrounding his body became thicker and thicker. Shen Lin slowly approached the incense table, trying to see everything more carefully.
The incense table was plain, and Shen Lin didn't see anything wrong. He tried to see clues from the photos, but he couldn't see anything.
This photo has no virtual traces, just like he took it himself. However, Shen Lin couldn't think of when he had taken a similar photo, especially the weird smile, which made Shen Lin feel as if he had taken it himself. Another self is looking at myself.
The passage of time made Shen Lin feel more and more unusual about what was happening in front of him.
This incense burns for a long time but does not consume much, and the whole thing seems to be endless.
Especially the inside of the incense, Shen Lin carefully looked at it, but found that it was not some kind of woody compound of sandalwood at all, but something indescribable.
If I had to say it, it was more like flesh and blood.
A ball of flesh and blood formed three straight sticks of incense that were as straight as sandalwood, and they were enough to ignite and burn. This situation was simply incomprehensible.
"It's not a ghost, it's more like some kind of supernatural object. It's not dangerous, or it's not directly offensive."
"What is the purpose of these three sticks of incense here?"
Shen Lin frowned.
"In folk custom, incense has always been used by living people for their ancestors to use in the afterlife. I have never heard of a precedent of ghosts burning incense for people."
"If it is inferred from this situation that a living person burning incense to a dead person is going to death, then a ghost burning incense to someone is undoubtedly going to death."
"Does this ghost want to die?"
Why? All this trouble is just to let yourself die? This is not logical at all.
Starting from the Anhe community, they lived and ate together, and even this ghost was still doing things that looked like Shen Lin.
Same room, same thing, strange invasion.
Everything this ghost showed made Shen Lin feel as if he was looking in the mirror, and another terrifying version of himself in the mirror came to reality.
In a daze, Shen Lin thought of something.
Two rooms, one on the left and one on the right, with a person and a ghost, as if the two poles of the world collide here.
"The invasion is just the beginning. The most fundamental purpose of the curse is most likely to replace it."
This discovery was enough to frighten Shen Lin, and he cursed continuously, as if something was peeling off Shen Lin and getting closer to him.
He went further and further on the road of being a ghost master until he was completely lost.
Perhaps as the curse intensifies, this situation will get faster, until the evil ghost completely revives in his body, the curse completely breaks out, and everything about him will be obtained by that ghost.
What's even more terrifying is that this may only be part of it, and the deeper reason is very likely that Shen Lin has not discovered yet.
"Why? Why is it me? Why was I, who was not even a ghost controller, targeted in Anhe Community? Is there something special about me that was not discovered?"
Countless questions appeared in Shen Lin's mind, but no one gave him answers.
It's all strangely illogical.
Fierce ghosts pay homage, and living people pass away.
Ghost Festival is obviously not in this room. The stagnation of the evil ghost's invasion does not seem to be just limited to the room. Reality and illusion all intersect here.
"Perhaps the room is just a medium, and the root curse is still on myself."
Then, the curse that makes him more and more unlucky most likely comes from the three sticks of incense in front of him.
"The incense is strong, and it is aimed at yourself, but it is so majestic. There can be no trouble behind it."
Assuming that Ghost Sacrifice has the wisdom to put this thing here unprepared, it can only explain one problem.
These three sticks of incense are a big trouble in themselves.
Most of the curses of supernatural objects are fatal. For someone as powerful as Yang Jian, he has to rely on the curse of the music box to escape the ghost scissors.
These three sticks of incense are obviously a level higher than the ghost scissors, and troubles of this level cannot be solved so easily.
"Such a layout itself is a curse. If this thing is cursed based on a photo, will removing the photo interrupt the curse?"
Shen Lin's hand slowly handed over the black and white photo of himself, but stopped abruptly when he was about to take it.
"That's not right. The curse has already been created. The photo may be one of the reasons, but it is definitely not the root cause. Take the photo to break the curse. If the incident could be solved so easily, it wouldn't cause such a big trouble."
These three incense sticks were still burning. Taking away the photos would most likely cause the curse that broke out to lose its target. Shen Lin could not imagine what would happen.
"The root cause is still those three sticks of incense. Extinguishing these things is the best choice."
Guiyu moved a bottle of water, and Shen Lin poured some of it tentatively.
Without any obstruction, the water directly soaked the incense, and even the incense ash below was partially muddy, mixed with dripping blood-red liquid, and the mixture was very messy.
The strange thing is that even if the water drips, the incense does not show any signs of being extinguished. This thing is completely useless to it.
Shen Lin was not discouraged. Such a simple method was useless. He had already been mentally prepared. This was destined to be a fierce battle and could not be solved so easily.
"Then how to extinguish it? Special water? Or use the power of ghosts, just like the ghosts broke the ghost candles before, directly causing the three incense to collapse?"
This is as difficult as climbing to the sky for Shen Lin. Even if he loses his chance, the abilities of the ghost mother and ghost phase are not enough to achieve this step.
"Try unplugging it directly!"
Shen Lin made up his mind.
He had to try. The ghost's curse was now his biggest trouble. At this moment of no clue, he had to do something as the beginning of everything.
In the darkness, the ghost mother's red clothes loomed, and her rotten arms almost overlapped with Shen Lin's, grabbing at the burning incense.
The feeling of pulling out the incense did not appear.
The next second, Shen Lin was shocked and burned like incense exploding.
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