Chapter 237: Then...who is he?

“The matches are wet? Could it be a Water Ghost?”

“No, not necessarily. The books say that lighting too many lanterns can easily anger evil spirits and damage lighting tools... We need to find the cabinet where the matches are kept.”

“How can we find it in the pitch black...”

“Ow, watch it, don’t bump into me!!”

“I’ll go, I’ll go. I’ll lead the way, you all follow me!”

...

The darkness in the Illusion Realm was even more intense than in the games of his previous life.

In "Ghost Town of Terror," each person could only carry 4 items.

This was the first time the four of them entered the Illusion Realm, and they didn’t know what items to bring. Mu Yawen had also come in ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) empty-handed...

So, the other three each brought different items.

The only lighting tool was that dimly lit Spirit Lantern.

Mu Yawen was the boldest, volunteering to carry the Spirit Lantern and walk at the front.

Zhou Yue was second, Zhou Qiaoling third, and Zhong Yi last.

By the time it reached Zhou Qiaoling, the light from the Spirit Lantern was already too dim to see clearly, so she had to hold onto Zhou Yue’s clothes.

The four of them explored the room bit by bit, searching for the cabinet where the dry matches were stored.

They walked around the room once but found nothing.

“I remember, there seemed to be a basement? Maybe it’s down there.”

Zhong Yi, at the end of the team, suggested.

“Alright!”

Mu Yawen immediately turned around.

“Wow, my Sanity Value dropped again... It’s already 65!! I feel creepy, is it an illusion...?”

Zhou Qiaoling’s voice was a little shaky, and she didn’t even dare to speak loudly.

“Hmm, it shouldn’t be an illusion... I’m afraid Junior Brother Lu has cast some kind of high-level Formation in the Illusion Realm, which makes us more sensitive to our surroundings when our Sanity Value drops...”

Zhong Yi hurriedly interjected.

“Every 10-point drop, the psychological sensation will be different... And according to the records in the books, evil spirits feed on fear, so too low a Sanity Value might easily lead to a fatal disaster.”

“Ah ah ah!! Senior Brother Zhong, stop talking, it’s so scary!!!”

Zhou Qiaoling immediately felt even more creeped out.

When her Sanity Value was nearly 90, the ghosts even dared to take photos with them and change Zhong Yi’s shoes.

But now it had dropped to 65, so wouldn’t that mean...

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she felt.

In the surrounding darkness, she always felt that one ghost after another was lurking...

“There’s no need to panic, don’t forget the System said this is Amateur difficulty... Within five minutes, the evil spirits won’t hunt us.”

Zhong Yi’s speaking speed quickened a bit.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing shriek suddenly came from outside the house.

The few of them trembled violently, stopping in unison.

“What was that sound?”

“It sounds like a crow’s cry...”

“Wait!”

Zhou Yue slapped his head and said loudly:

“How long have we been in this haunted house...?”

Zhong Yi was stunned: “It seems... it’s already been five minutes...”

The four of them immediately held their breath, and Mu Yawen, who was leading, quickly picked up her pace.

“Cough cough, everyone, don’t panic... Sanity Value is 100 points in total, so our 60-something shouldn’t be too...”

“Old Zhong, will you please stop talking!! The crows were just cawing!!!”

“Bah, that must be something Junior Brother Lu set up, a fixed sound to remind us that the protection period is over... If you ask me, as long as we find the matches...”

“Wuwu, Senior Brother Zhong, don’t talk anymore, the more you talk, the scarier it gets...”

“Junior Sister Zhou, don’t panic, I’m behind you, even if something really happens, it’ll be me...”

“Old Zhong, are you scared?! Haven’t you noticed you’re talking a lot more??”

“N-Nonsense! I...”

“Shut up, Junior Brother Mu found the entrance to the basement!!”

After Zhou Yue roared that, Zhong Yi’s voice actually disappeared.

Under Mu Yawen’s guidance, everyone took one step at a time, treading down the basement stairs.

“Creak,” “Creak...”

The basement stairs were old and dilapidated.

Every step made a loud and piercing noise.

Echoing in the cramped space, it sounded even more eerie.

“Oh, Old Zhong is quite cooperative today, he really stopped talking when told to...”

Zhou Yue cleared his throat twice and said.

“Old Zhong, why don’t you say something, otherwise it always feels like something’s missing...”

Rather than listening to this mind-tormenting noise, it was better to listen to Zhong Yi’s endless chatter.

However, no one responded.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, you’re not a kid anymore, why are you still angry? We’re buddies, don’t give me that look!”

Zhou Yue continued.

At this moment, he didn’t know if he truly wanted to hear Zhong Yi speak, or if he just wanted to relieve his inner unease by talking.

“Old Zhong... Old Zhong!?”

After calling out twice, Zhou Yue suddenly felt something was wrong.

He abruptly turned his head, trying to see the situation behind him.

The light was too dim; he could vaguely make out outlines but couldn't see clearly.

“Old Zhong, don’t scare me... This kind of joke isn’t funny at all!”

“Old Zhong! Speak up... Old Zhong!?”

“Damn it, Old Zhong is gone!!”

Seeing Zhou Yue’s emotions becoming increasingly agitated, Zhou Qiaoling, who was behind him, also began to look troubled.

Zhou Yue could clearly feel the hands grasping his clothes trembling incessantly.

“B-Brother...”

Zhou Qiaoling’s voice was tinged with a slight sob.

“If Senior Brother Zhong really disappeared...”

“Then...”

“Then who’s holding my clothes...?”

“Who is it?”

As soon as these words came out, even Mu Yawen, who was at the very front of the team and the boldest, felt a chill run down her spine.

Zhou Qiaoling trembled all over, slowly turning her head bit by bit.

Halfway through.

“Haa...!”

A cold breath exploded next to her earlobe.

Instantly, her mind was filled with terror.

“Ah ah ah ah!!!”

“There’s a ghost!!!”

...

...

At the same time.

Zhong Yi stood alone in a cramped, dark room.

In the room, there was a wooden door in each of the four directions: southeast, northwest.

Looking at the countless bloody ghost hands above his head, Zhong Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“This is... encountering a Ghost Labyrinth.”

Of the four doors to the southeast, northwest, he had already tried the east and west directions.

Each time he pushed open a door, he would return to his original spot.

At the same time, the countless bloody ghost hands above his head would descend a little further.

The closer these bloody hands got to Zhong Yi, the more violently they struggled.

As if seeing bait, they even emitted mind-disturbing whispers.

“One more mistake, and these ghost hands... will be able to grab me.”

Looking at the hands from which black blood continuously dripped, Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes, trying to calm his inner panic, and began to analyze the situation before him.

He never dreamed that he, a dignified Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, would one day be trapped by a mere “Ghost Labyrinth.”

“No, with Junior Brother Lu’s style... he wouldn’t set up an unsolvable problem.”

Zhong Yi shook his head, looking around for a way to break the predicament.

His gaze fell on a bronze mirror on the dilapidated table.