Chapter 43: Lighting Three Incense Sticks
When Bai Cha reached the second floor, she saw the black shadows.
If, as she thought, these black shadows were players who had died here before, then after death, did the players trapped here know that they were trapped here as dead people?
Some of the black shadows also noticed her.
Bai Cha suddenly tilted her head.
The movements of the black shadows seemed more cautious.
Bai Cha slowly raised the short sword, trying to carve words on the wall.
“No hostility.”
But the black shadows didn’t seem to understand.
Bai Cha sighed.
In fact, she could also guess that this instance was probably like something powerful had mixed everything together.
Several monsters had been placed inside.
One was the guesthouse.
It was a monster itself, and they were all currently inside the guesthouse’s body.
Inside the guesthouse’s body were countless ghosts.
Did these ghosts belong to the guesthouse?
Maybe.
Maybe it was related to the way they died; whoever killed them owned them.
These ghosts hadn’t been released yet, and the guesthouse itself hadn’t shown any clear signs of terror for the time being.
Or maybe she hadn’t seen it because she hadn’t chosen to report to the guesthouse.
She would have to make that call to the guesthouse sooner or later; she had to deal with the front desk.
The guesthouse and the front desk weren’t on the same side. The second monster placed inside was the front desk.
It was trapped here working.
The third was the evil god.
The evil god was quite interesting.
It had divided itself into two parts, which made her initially think they were two evil gods.
In fact, it was just one.
But it might not just be her who thought there were two; other players might also think the same.
This would lead to everyone getting wrong information.
Under the assumption that they had chosen a side, they seemed to receive wrong prompts.
Speaking of which, it was necessary to mention the game itself.
As a prompt item for their tabletop game, the game itself seemed to play a role in the entire instance, very much looking forward to them exploring the secrets of the game.
So it would actively cooperate with the monsters inside, acting as hints.
Oh, it might not necessarily be cooperation; perhaps it treated these monsters as NPCs, and they, the players, were just players, with only the game being supreme.
In short, the evil god was watching people kill each other.
It could be responded to; Bai Cha had given it Brother Cai’s soul.
But at that time, on the verge of death, Bai Cha had actually sensed another force besides the evil god.
Assuming that force was the guesthouse, and players who died in the guesthouse were by default the guesthouse’s spoils, then Bai Cha giving her soul to the evil god… was that a provocation?
Does the evil god make people kill each other so that the souls of the dead belong to it?
What about the front desk?
Bai Cha initially thought that the front desk’s belief should be in the evil god.
But now it seemed that wasn’t the case either.
As for the tabletop game, it seemed more like a means of using a so-called abnormal tabletop game to strengthen the abilities of these monsters one by one, all flowing into the guesthouse.
Because they had to do task after task.
In the process of doing tasks, some things would be released, such as the black shadows on the second floor now.
That guy Wang Xuming also had a bellyful of secrets.
Bai Cha snorted coldly, confirming that after she wrote the words, the black shadows remained unmoved and could not be communicated with, so she had no choice but to take the sword and walk upstairs.
She walked very slowly.
She even deliberately hunched her back.
As expected, the black shadows became highly tense, facing her as if facing a formidable enemy.
But Bai Cha didn’t attack.
Firstly, she might not be able to win, and secondly, according to Ponytail girl and Wang Xuming, these black shadows should still have consciousness.
It was just that everyone seemed to be in different dimensions, and perhaps they could only see one black shadow of each other.
As long as people had consciousness, things were easier to handle.
Although they couldn’t communicate, they could think.
Bai Cha imitated the walking gait of the monsters she had seen, slowly walking past them, even deliberately looking at one of the black shadows.
As expected, these black shadows didn’t attack her immediately.
They all watched Bai Cha slowly walk through the dark corridor and then stop at 206.
Bai Cha gently knocked on the door.
She even knocked three times specifically.
While knocking, she was thinking about who had lived in 206 initially.
If she remembered correctly, there should have originally been two players in 206, but one player had been crossed out in black.
So it was possible that there was one person inside, the player who hadn’t been crossed out.
That was assuming that being crossed out meant leaving the guesthouse.
The reason she thought so was that very few people were crossed out. And this dungeon was said to have a very high mortality rate.
After waiting for a while and no one opened the door, she knocked three more times, still with that slow, ghost-knocking rhythm.
Still, no one opened the door inside.
Bai Cha had no choice but to cautiously hold the short sword while her left hand turned the doorknob.
Creak—
The door opened a crack, and it was dark inside.
The door was slowly pushed open by her, and no one attacked in the process.
Bai Cha breathed a sigh of relief.
She started walking inside.
Before entering, she also looked back at the figures in the corridor.
Those figures were gathered together, about six or seven of them, also looking this way.
Bai Cha entered the room, felt for the light switch beside her, and turned it on.
It was just that this light flickered and was probably not as bright as her lit lighter.
But at least it was light.
There was no one in the room.
Bai Cha didn’t close the door, leaving it wide open, and walked to the bedside.
There, a statue covered with a red cloth was placed.
Three unlit incense sticks were stuck in front of it.
Bai Cha didn’t light the incense immediately.
Incense was something that could communicate with deities.
Of course, there were no real deities in this place.
She had made wishes without lighting incense before and they had come true. Now she had to light incense and kowtow, so it must be extremely effective.
Therefore, she couldn’t let that statue stay there.
Bai Cha picked up the short sword, aimed it at the statue, gestured twice, and stabbed the sword into the statue’s chest.
At the same moment, the feeling of being watched became particularly clear.
Bai Cha didn’t care.
She picked up the statue, opened the cabinet beside her, and was about to throw it inside.
As a result… there was actually a black shadow inside.
So you were hiding here?
It was very awkward.
That black shadow was obviously also startled, and the atmosphere was quite strange.
Bai Cha had no choice. The statue in her hand started to move, and she had to get rid of it quickly, so she just placed it in the corner of the cabinet.
From beginning to end, the black shadow clung to a corner as if terrified.
Bai Cha thoughtfully closed the door for him and locked it.
Better a dead comrade than a dead self.
Anyway, they were all people trapped here after death, so dying again wouldn’t matter.
She quickly took out the incense burner, ran to the bathroom, pulled out the three incense sticks, and lit them with the lighter.
Then, she kowtowed three times to the mirror.
“Sister, don’t worry. I still remember looking for a body for you. I already have some leads. I’ll light incense for you first.”
The female ghost with blood flowing from her seven orifices suddenly appeared in the mirror, looking at her resentfully.
She tried to come out of the mirror and strangle Bai Cha. However, the figure of a statue also appeared in the mirror, standing behind the female ghost.
