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In the Jiangjing Villa, Zhuo Yu sat silently on the sofa, waiting for the moment when the story came to an end.

Jiang Xingyu devoured the souls of the two abbots, sat down beside Zhuo Yu with insatiable appetite, and wrapped him in his arms: “I have been good and obedient; I didn’t go anywhere; I listened to you and waited at home for you to come back. Am I a good dog?”

 

He seemed to be asking for credit and acting coquettishly as he arched his head against Zhuo Yu’s neck, but his tone suddenly turned sharply and became extremely cold.

 

“But why would a stranger come to the house? You went out looking for an abbot, right? You want to kill me?”

 

Zhuo Yu thought to himself, this crazy dog really had a capricious mental illness. He had died at home four times in the past few days, and there were only five chances left for him to be resurrected. He didn’t want to waste it on this matter yet.

 

“How can you think like that?” Zhuo Yu pushed his head away and pinched his cheek. “You don’t trust me?”

 

Jiang Xingyu didn’t say anything; his lifeless eyes seemed to say something.

 

No wonder he had such thoughts; Zhuo Yu also felt helpless. After he was picked up by his “brother,” two abbots immediately came to the house, and in Jiang Xingyu’s point of view, Zhuo Ran didn’t know that he had become a ghost; the two of them had never even met.

 

No matter how one looked at it, it was Zhuo Yu who informed the other party.

 

He couldn’t even explain himself clearly.

 

Jiang Xingyu lowered his eyes; he was clearly dead, but his heart still hurt.

 

Regardless of what Zhuo Yu thought of him, it actually couldn’t change that knot in his heart before he died; it was Zhuo Yu who pushed him towards death.

 

Even as a dog, being pushed into a truck by its owner would instantly destroy all the trust a dog had; who would really believe in a person who had killed them from the bottom of their heart?

 

The dog would still remain by his master’s side, pleasing him and adoring him, but the seeds of uneasiness had already been implanted deep in the soul.

 

Jiang Xingyu’s heart was cold; perhaps it was because it no longer beat and had no temperature. He still clung to the light, but under his paranoid thoughts, it no longer had anything to do with the warmth and love that he yearned for.

 

He was resigned.

 

“Yu, I’m true to you; I’m really good to you.” He murmured nervously; his nice and gentle voice was mixed with resentment.

 

Jiang Xingyu had suffered since he was a child; his resentment and curses were packed into the balloon of sanity. Perhaps Zhuo Yu had become the thorn that pierced the balloon.

 

He couldn’t take it back anymore, and he couldn’t go back.

 

“Am I not good enough for you? I’m responsible for your three meals, I choose your personal items, and knowing that you’re under a lot of pressure at work, I’m willing to be used by you to take out your anger. As long as you say a word, I will do anything for you; even if I die, I am willing.”

 

Jiang Xingyu’s eyes became crimson, the blood-clotting pupils extraordinarily eye-catching, “But you- you couldn’t take the initiative to ask me to die.”

 

“I treat you like a god; I am your subject, your servant; you only need to look down on me for me to offer everything for you. On the day I die, all you have to do is stand aside and watch me take the fall for you. The light from heaven cannot come into the sludge itself.”

 

He used great strength to hold Zhuo Yu tightly, and the sound of bones being squeezed kept ringing out, causing Zhuo Yu to let out a soft cry of pain.

 

“Now, are you looking for someone to tell me to go to hell? I don’t want to; I want to haunt you forever, even if I pull you closer to hell.” Jiang Xingyu smiled dementedly, “Because you are no longer that beam of light. You snuffed it out with your own hands.”

 

“Let’s go to the sludge together.”

 

This ghost was once again out of control because of the abbot’s matter; he was already haunted by resentment, already thinking completely differently from humans, and the resentment would get deeper and deeper, causing him to keep burrowing into its depths.

 

Zhuo Yu felt his scalp go numb, his neck was being gently bitten by Jiang Xingyu, and he was afraid that if he said one more wrong word, he would waste his chance to start over.

But he had to say something, or else he would be strangled alive by this out-of-control ghost. Before the abbot of Baoshan Temple arrived, he would be killed by his own person first.

“Stupid bastard…” Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth; he had to think of a way to get rid of this pot, because there was nothing to remember, and he didn’t know if the character really killed Jiang Xingyu in order to stay alive, but he knew that the character’s match was always very high with himself.

He didn’t think he would do such a thing.

He didn’t want to take the blame for this character’s problem.

“Who told you that I killed you?” Zhuo Yu felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore; his shoulder blades and ribs were raw. “I wouldn’t do something that lowly; you don’t deserve to make me lower myself.”

Jiang Xingyu’s force loosened.

Zhuo Yu knew that he had chosen the right path; he raised his head high and proudly, raised an eyebrow, and smiled coldly at the ghost, as if the repentant man in archive point 1 wasn’t him.

“I admit, my dog is very important to me. I was hit a bit and forgot a lot of things. I was so stupid that I thought I pushed you subconsciously and blamed myself to the point of killing my friends for many years just to see you again.”

“But now that I think about it, it’s ridiculous; does your life deserve to be compared to mine? I wouldn’t trade you for myself to live; what kind of person who has a pet dog really wants the dog to protect them?”

“When meeting danger, a person would instead go to protect the dog, right?”

Zhuo Yu laughed to himself.

Jiang Xingyu’s eyes moved slightly; he seemed to understand something, rather like a dog that had picked up a large piece of meaty bone, looking at his master with a hopeful gaze, as if asking, Do I really deserve it?

It was as if he saw the sky would be bright again, the beam of the morning light of the breaking dawn.

 

But … the touch from his back wasn’t fake, and he fell in a pool of blood, and in his dying moments, he saw with his own eyes the hand that Zhuo Yu withdrew.

 

Liar!

 

“Don’t lie to me.” Jiang Xingyu seemed as if his entire body’s strength had been drained; all of a sudden, he tilted up, “I’m stupid; don’t lie to me anymore.”

 

Obviously, he was the fierce ghost, but at this moment, Jiang Xingyu looked like a person who had been deceived by a ghost and lost his mind.

 

“Stupid thing.” Zhuo Yu sighed.

 

He understood that Jiang Xingyu had never accepted the kindness of others since he was a child, and his rough experiences made him remember even the slightest bit of charity in his heart, festering to an uncontrollable point, and he even spontaneously built a perfect idol for Zhuo Yu in his heart, and it was love and paranoia that shrouded Zhuo Yu in a layer of gold.

 

But that car accident suddenly shattered the statue of Jiang Xingyu in his heart; his love and faith were shattered in an instant.

He sacrificed everything to build “Zhuo Yu”; even Zhuo Yu himself couldn’t destroy it.

That was why Jiang Xingyu, who became a ghost, was able to kill him.

He wanted to kill the current Zhuo Yu for the past Zhuo Yo.

Jiang Xingyu wanted to protect the light.

Zhuo Yu understood it all.

“You’re pathetic.” Zhuo Yu’s heart actually flooded with a trace of intolerance, but in the end, he was Asha and also Long Ran, and number one, “When we finish solving the biggest trouble, everything will have its own conclusion.”

He branded a gentle kiss on Jiang Xingyu.

 

The ghost was silent as he finally put away his claws and teeth, deciding to trust this liar one last time.

 

[Archived point has been updated.]

Meanwhile, the garden welcomed the long-awaited honored guest.

Ichiro Toyama, the grand abbot of the Baoshan Temple, arrived at the murderous mansion alone, and when he pushed open the gate, he instantly felt the resentment and yin aura within the villa, which the fierce ghost had already regarded as a lair.

 

However, there was nothing inside, only empty furniture and decorations, and he couldn’t even feel the orientation of the fierce ghost.

 

“A trifling trick ……”

 

The abbot had been immersed in the ghost path for too long; he knew that this was Jiang Xingyu’s ability, as Jiang Xingyu was a ghost that he had single-handedly created using Eastern methods; his ability was naturally different from that of the native ghosts and monsters.

 

This thing could open gaps and travel freely through different spaces, he had once cautioned his disciples, but those two were ultimately academically unskilled.

 

“Nono ku ku ku, three stars on the left, three prisons on the right, the heavens are turned upside down, and all nine paths are blocked!”

 

Ichiro Toyama clenched his hands and made a decision. He taught Shintoism, which was an extremely mixed religion that not only included the methods of Chinese Taoism but also incorporated many Buddhist scriptures. Only by reciting the reorganized scriptures of Shintoism could it have an effect.

 

Soon, the space in front of him distorted, and a layer of mist enveloped the villa, as if it was the boundary between the reality and the emptiness of space.

 

“I will make you lose your mind and be confused. You will think east is west and south is north. Those who chase me will never catch me.”

 

After speaking, he waved his robe and vibrated his sleeve, and the room changed color all of a sudden.

 

He entered the space of ghosts and monsters.

 

Large patches of blood coated the ground, and human remains were everywhere; he could tell that the pieces of clothing belonged to his two disciples, yet the deaths of his disciples weren’t his concern.

 

Before he died, Fei Niao had said that he had blocked the stern ghost in the transept; his priority now was to find the transept.

 

The abbot wiped his hands in front of his eyes, then peered between his fingers and quickly followed the bloodstains to find the guest room’s bathroom, where the scene inside was even more gruesome, and even the abbot, who had created numerous fierce ghosts, had to admit the viciousness of this Jiang Xingyu.

After all, this was a rare body of extreme yin in the world. It was naturally more cruel when it became an evil ghost.

The abbot didn’t regret it. He stepped over Sheng Shu’s tattered corpse; the smile on his face was already almost too strained, gradually transforming into an unstoppable extreme ecstasy. The more he saw this miserable death, the more he was convinced of the “healing effect” of the fierce ghost, as long as he was turned into yin to yang…

However, he couldn’t find the prayer wheel anywhere he looked. He had searched the bathroom.

Wasn’t it here?

The abbot was puzzled.

His goatee drooped down, and his triangular eyes flashed under the round lenses.

He inspected the entire villa and quickly realized that the transept hadn’t been left behind in the ghostly space but in the real world.

“Did Fei Niao fight his way out with his last breath? No, his corpse is here…”

 

The abbot grunted coldly, “Fooling me?”

He reached into his monk’s robe, and large handfuls of talisman paper were cupped in his hands and flung into the air like a heavenly maiden.

“Green Emperor in the East, Red Emperor in the South, White Emperor in the West, Black Emperor in the North, Yellow Emperor in the Centre, Three Stations of the Big Dipper, Five Stars of Astronomy, Demon Sealing Knot!”

With a loud shout, Ichiro Toyama drew a pentagram, and in an instant, the white mist dispersed as much as it could, the scenery that looked like it had been distorted returned to smoothness, and the appearance of the real world was revealed.

“Aiya, I didn’t realize that you had two religions, Master.” Zhuo Yu’s laughter came out from the living room.

The abbot was startled and immediately looked to the source of the sound, only to see that Zhuo Ran’s younger brother, the tool he used to create the fierce ghost, was sitting on the sofa playing with a transept.

Wasn’t he taken away by Zhuo Ran? How did he appear in the villa again!?

“Looking for it?” Zhuo Yu casually tossed this magic treasure up and down, and the abbot’s heart skipped a beat as he watched.

“Stop it, you who don’t know the heights of heaven…”

“Let’s get to the point, Abbot.” Zhuo Yu tilted his head. “You gave me that ancient book so that I could kill people and summon ghosts. Not only could you create a powerful evil ghost, but you could also stain my hands with blood and lead me to depravity. What a good plan.”

He gripped the transept tightly, keeping his eyes on this culprit.

Jiang Xingyu didn’t show his face; this was his request; only then could he see who the real enemy was in the shadows. Zhuo Yu was determined to get the abbot of Baoshan Temple to tell him something. Not only Jiang Xingyu, but he himself was also struggling at that moment.

Was it really the character who did this?

The abbot stroked his beard and smiled as well, as if he had heard Zhuo Yu’s heartfelt words, “Isn’t it clear to you?”

He didn’t have the slightest fear of being caught in flagrante delicto, nor did he fear any of Zhuo Yu’s tactics at all, simply because he had the biggest card in his hand.

Zhuo Yu immediately realized that something was wrong.

This abbot was too confident; he had a backhand!

Just as Zhuo Yu realized the danger, he suddenly felt a coolness running up from the back of his heart.

“Master, thanks to you, I was able to get rid of that loser who was clinging to me even after he died.”

Zhuo Yu unexpectedly couldn’t control himself and said the words he didn’t really want to say, as if his body wasn’t his own anymore. He was inwardly astonished, but the expression on his face didn’t even exist the slightest bit of surprise, and he even assumed a familiar stance.

Oh no.

Zhuo Yu instantly understood what exactly was going on in that car accident; it definitely wasn’t him who pushed Jiang Xingyu; someone was manipulating his body!

However, it was already too late; Zhuo Yu felt his body become lighter, but it wasn’t that his body had produced a mutation, but rather, it was as if his soul had been pushed out of his body by something, and he watched as he was pulled out of his body, and the mist around him once again shrouded up.

He was locked into a ghostly alien space!

“Jiejiejie, don’t think about escaping, ah.” A woman whose face couldn’t be seen crouched next to him, and behind her, there were countless black ghostly shadows, “It’s not just that thing out there that knows this trick.”

The female ghost spat out her long tongue, her eyes rolled over, her seaweed-like messy hair was windless, and the resentment on her body wasn’t small; the smell of blood washed over Zhuo Yu and made him want to vomit.

“What a pitiful boy, na~.” The woman moved a little; Zhuo Yu saw her body had deep bone wounds; there was almost no piece of good meat on her body; she died while enduring great torture.

“Your lover is going to kill you too.” The female ghost seemed to really sympathize with Zhuo Yu and covered her face as she cried, “We were both killed by our lover!”

Zhuo Yu didn’t know what was going on outside, but he also felt that it was a big deal, and he tried to communicate with the female ghost.

“You were killed by your husband?”

The female ghost sobbed, “Yes, he seemed to have changed that month before I died; he tortured me and abused me every day. Look at my injuries; they are all from his ‘love’ for me!”

Zhuo Yu frowned; he had a bad feeling.

“Luckily, there is the master of Baoshan Temple, who gave me a place to return to after death; you’ll be one of us too.” As the female ghost spoke, she became sad again, scratching her face frantically, her sharp knuckles scratching her face with blood, “You also have to obediently listen to the words of the Abbot, don’t you?!”

A gust of wind came, and the female ghost fiercely pinched Zhuo Yu’s neck, revealing maniacal eyes: “Don’t get in his way!”

Zhuo Yu understood; this was the abbot’s ghost!

From the intelligence gathered by Luo Musheng, Baoshan Temple had been artificially creating ghosts for its own use, but how?

The female ghost in front of him was the best example.

Maybe her husband just went to worship Baoshan Temple one day and then was taken as a target, deeply brainwashed, just like “Zhuo Yu,” who was tempted to kill his friend after receiving an ancient book!

The misfortune of these ghosts was man-made.

However, it was useless to say it out loud; the ghosts and monsters in this space had been completely brainwashed and had become servants. Zhuo Yu would be killed on the spot as long as he said that the abbot wasn’t good.

The female ghost cracked an odd smile and then took a tone and said, “Master, the feeling of killing is actually not bad; maybe I can kill again.”

 

In the real world, Zhuo Yu spat out the exact same words.

His body had been completely taken over.

“…… Liar, liar!”

A gale suddenly blew in the villa, and even Zhuo Yu in the other world felt the oppression in the air, and before he could react, Zhuo Yu’s chest suddenly ached.

This familiar, pierced feeling…

In another blink of an eye, Zhuo Yu’s consciousness had returned to the body; he looked at the ghost hand that pierced through his chest and no longer had the strength to turn back to look at Jiang Xingyu behind him.

And Jiang Xingyu slowly shed two lines of bloody tears.

 

[Actor Zhuo Yu has died five times; remaining resurrection times: 4; has not yet opened a new archive point].

 

Zhuo Yu was awakened by the falling sensation of consciousness, and he opened his eyes violently, realizing that he was still sitting on the sofa in the living room and was being held in Jiang Xingyu’s arms.

 

Ah …

 

This is … so interesting.

Zhuo Yu wasn’t afraid of death; he tsked and looked at the words on the system vision.

There were still four more times.

He was thinking earlier that surviving under Jiang Xingyu’s hands wasn’t really a difficult task; as long as he found the feeling, he would always be able to pacify this fierce ghost, and it was only the first few times that he was killed because he wasn’t familiar with the routine.

Those nine resurrections seemed too generous.

He guessed that he would encounter deadly puzzles like the “chase battle” in horror games or the “death option” in Galgame, and this time, it would make him die several times.

 

Unexpectedly, this fatal problem wasn’t solved after the abbot but was directly aggravated by the abbot.

 

Zhuo Yu admitted that he had made a bit of a miscalculation; perhaps it was the ability to be resurrected that made his nerves slacken, and he didn’t notice the abnormality.

 

Still, it could only be done by trial and error.

 

With four more to go, he would use his life to test the situation.

 

“Jiang Xingyu, later on, the master of those two abbots will come to take revenge. If you really want to know everything, then kill him, and I’ll explain it to you myself. Believe it or not, do you promise?”

 

Zhuo Yu’s tone lowered; looking at the other party with those eyes that could compel people’s hearts, he had done his best to use his sight to influence the thoughts of the fierce ghost.

 

“Okay, I’ll agree to whatever you ask.” Jiang Xingyu rubbed Zhuo Yu’s cheek.

 

He’d trust Zhuo Yu for the last time.

 

Soon, the footsteps of the abbot of Baoshan Temple sounded in the garden, and this time Jiang Xingyu didn’t create space but planned to kill the person directly in the real world.

 

Zhuo Yu raised his twelfth degree of vigilance; he didn’t see when the abbot sent out the ghost devourer before, but he remembered his two teammates again and immediately opened the system.

 

[Union Channel]

 

[Zhuo Yu: Wait, whatever happens, don’t be impulsive; self-preservation is the main concern!]

 

[Liu Jingyun: Roger that.]

 

[Luo Musheng: … Take it easy.]

 

Zhuo Yu himself possesses a chance of resurrection, but he was afraid that his teammates would die under the abbot. If it was an actor was predetermined to return to the Flame Source, no matter how many times he started over, his teammates wouldn’t survive. Zhuo Yu suspected that their existence would be erased by the movie and it’d seek other reasons to rationalize it.

 

It was also possible that his teammates would be resurrected along with himself, but Zhuo Yu didn’t want to take that risk.

 

The moment the door opened, the baneful aura went straight for the abbot.

 

Zhuo Yu stared with wide eyes; not wanting to spare any details, he had to figure out how he was being manipulated, or else this game would never be cracked.

However, without waiting for him to see the abbot’s face, that feeling of being out of control came back.

“Master, he’s right here; collect him!”

Zhuo Yu hissed in his heart.

Sure enough, Jiang Xingyu’s steps stopped, and he turned around stiffly; those eyes were filled with the hurt of being betrayed once again. He was like a puppy abandoned by his master; that aggression penetrated deep into his soul. Even if he didn’t cry, Zhuo Yu could tell that it seemed as if he was shedding tears.

Soon, that loss of soul transformed into monstrous hatred.

He had even stopped paying attention to the outsiders; Jiang Xingyu only wanted to go to hell with Zhuo Yu.

As long as one turned into a corpse, was it possible that one wouldn’t be able to cheat anymore?

 

[Actor Zhuo Yu has died six times; remaining resurrection times: 3; has not yet opened a new archive point].

 

“!!!”

 

Zhuo Yu pushed away Jiang Xingyu beside him and looked at his own body in surprise; it was hard to believe that… that thing was in his body from the beginning?

 

He recalled Zhuo Ran’s collusion with the Baoshan Temple; that cheap brother must have revealed his birthdate so that the abbot could let the ghost take advantage of the opportunity to hide in his body; perhaps it wasn’t the character’s self-consciousness that was at work from the moment he pushed Jiang Xingyu towards the truck to the moment he killed his two closest friends.

 

That disgusting thing never left!

 

Zhuo Yu’s breath caught in his throat; the biggest problem at hand had arisen, and that was how to deal with the thing that could control his body!

 

The abbot had a natural restraint against ghosts; he couldn’t let his teammates do anything. What the hell was he supposed to do!?

 

Zhuo Yu’s brain turned quickly; he suddenly thought of a way, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at Jiang Xingyu.

 

“Are you afraid of this thing?” He shook the transept.

 

Jiang Xingyu didn’t know why the topic jumped so quickly, but still shook his head obediently, “It can’t do me any harm.”

 

He touched the crevice of the sofa again and took out the imitation Tian Cong Yun sword, which was wrapped in a talisman, causing Jiang Xingyu to subconsciously move his body, not wanting to touch it.

 

Good, there was an opportunity.

 

Zhuo Yu smiled openly, then aimed the sword at his abdomen.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

Jiang Xingyu didn’t understand the current situation, but before he could stop Zhuo Yu, the sound of metal cutting through flesh rang out, and a large amount of blood spurted out, staining the beige sofa red.

 

— Zhuo Yu had impaled himself.

 


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