this is not a joke

Chapter 543

When Wei An saw the familiar outline of the ancient house again, Wei An felt a little strange.

He stood in front of the gate for a moment and found that there was no movement inside.

I still remember the first time, when I was hunted down by the murderer who was talking about in dormitory 309, I ran here in a panic, and soon there was a woman who opened the door and kept calling me "Wei Lang".

If Wei An hadn't killed the murderer and escaped quickly, maybe he would really have become that "Wei Lang".

Looking down, he found that there were still traces where the body of the man who chased and killed him lay, and faint blood stains had soaked the ground, but the body had long since disappeared.

After waiting for a while, after confirming that the woman in the ancient house might not show up on her own initiative, Wei An was going to go in directly from the gate to investigate.

Because his "Association Tracking" has already had a slight feedback, indicating that there is a greater chance that there is his own guard suit in this ancient house, or items such as cursed poker.

As soon as I took a step, a text prompt appeared in my mind.

[It is detected that the host enters the current ghost story as a "non-participant", is it embedded in the current ghost story? 】

This time, Wei An didn't hesitate, and immediately spent 50 energy points to choose to embed in the plot.

Since I want to look for suits here, sneaking is definitely not better than having a formal identity to cover up, and sneaking is easy to be discovered by the higher rules of the ghost story, so naturally the identity of "participant" is more suitable for my plan.

Not long after, after Wei'an stepped up the three steps in front of the gate, his identity was naturally recognized by the ghost talk due to the "embedded plot", and a string of text prompts from the ghost talk appeared in front of his eyes.

[Welcome, participant, you have entered the strange story——The Sorrow of the Ancient House! 】

【Strange Talk: The Sorrow of the Ancient House】

【Grade: C】

[Type: Multiplayer (selected)]

[Description of the event: The mansion in front of you used to belong to the Wang family, but now it has changed its flag and replaced it with the Ao family.Guiying, the current owner of the mansion, gave everything she could to help Wang Kui, her sweetheart, in the exam.Guiying was distraught, hanged herself and turned into a ghost to claim Wang Kui's life.Afterwards, Guiying's resentful soul reverberates in the ancient house all the time, and takes the lives of unclean people. 】

[Main task: 1. Survive in the ancient house for three days; 2. Don't look directly at Gui Ying's resentful soul, otherwise you will fail immediately; 3. After three days, find the exit to escape successfully. 】

[Main task reward: 500 energy points]

[Hidden mission: yes]

After reading all the text prompts of the strange talk, Wei An knew that most of the suits he needed were also in this ancient house, so without thinking too much, he stretched out his hand and pushed the side of the pitch-black door, and it creaked, and the door opened inside.

I could clearly see the scenery inside the door, but still no one appeared, let alone the weird woman last time.

And the woman at the beginning should be the ghost of Guiying mentioned in the plot, otherwise the other party would not know to call him "Weilang" before seeing him, which obviously requires a very high level of weirdness to do this.

This type of strange talk is selected by multiple people. It is the same as the C-level strange talk of "Bloodthirsty Butcher" completed by Wei'an before. It exudes the atmosphere of strange talk rules in advance, and after locking the established participants in the human world, it will be released at the same time. Incorporate it into the ghost talk and participate in the task.

And now Wei An has a little more insight. These ghost story rules are not all completely original ghost story plots. Many of them are borrowed from a certain murder case, or drawn from a certain story.

It's just that the original plot of the story is often alienated, or the characters are weird.

This not only facilitates better survival of ghost stories, but also makes it easier for them to obtain stable evolution.

"Since it's three days of survival, these three days must not be easy." Wei An thought to himself.

He quickly walked into the old house and looked up. This was a front yard separated from the lobby by a stone screen. In front of the screen was a large water tank. There was still water in the tank, but because of the long time, the water had turned green. , and emits an unpleasant smell.

There is a lot of moss growing in the gaps between the stone bricks in the front yard, and it is easy to slip and fall if you don't pay attention when walking by.

Wei An walked carefully behind the screen, and saw the dilapidated lobby in front of him, covered with spider webs, the furniture in the hall either lacked chair legs, or the tabletops were cracked and covered with a thick layer of dust.

In this lobby, only one person near the door was clean, not stained with dust at all. That person turned his back to Wei An and faced the dark lobby.

This man is a boy, whose height is no higher than Wei An's chest, with two braids tied on his head. Although the clothes he wears are very clean, they are very brightly colored and have a lot of patterns. The texture seems rough, like paper paste.

Hearing Wei An's footsteps, the boy turned around with a stiff but smiling face.

He also applied round blush on the cheeks on both sides, a red mole on his forehead, and vermilion on his lips, one stroke on the upper lip and two strokes on the lower lip, making the whole mouth look much smaller .

This pair of makeup is matched with his attire, which is full of weirdness.

Wei An was taken aback for a moment, but he was already alert in his heart, knowing that this boy could not be Gui Ying's resentful soul, so he chose to look directly at him.

The boy grinned, looking even scarier, and made a sharp and slender voice as soon as he opened his mouth, which sounded extremely ugly.

"Excuse me, are you here to stay?"

Wei An immediately nodded and did not speak.

The boy continued: "My master said that when you meet guests who need to stay overnight, you should treat them kindly. Please come with me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the lobby without waiting for Wei An to speak.

Wei An hesitated for a moment, then followed the boy, looked down, and saw that the boy didn't touch the ground with his heels when he walked, and walked only on his toes. His body was extremely light, but he looked even weirder.

The two walked through the lobby one after another, came to the corridor behind, and continued along the corridor.

The wooden railings on both sides of the corridor look much cleaner, it seems that only the lobby has not been cleaned for a long time.

Not long after walking out, a mournful singing sound suddenly appeared, the voice was thin and lingering, as if condensed into a real silk thread, ignoring any obstruction, it penetrated into Wei An's ear.

"Everyone in the world...is unlucky, ruthless...too bitter, and sentient...all evil..."

This opera-like singing style is different from the singing style of the Nayizhuang singer Wei An heard last time, but he has no research on it, and he doesn't know which school or school it belongs to.

Just listening to it, goosebumps all over my body came out, and at the same time, I felt that with the sound of singing, streams of cold air could not be restrained penetrated into the body, and the internal organs were all cold.

"Guests don't need to care about it." The boy walking in front explained in a shrill voice without turning his head: "This is my master singing, and she usually likes it like this."

Wei An just nodded without speaking, and he didn't care whether the boy in front of him could see his body language.

However, Wei An suspects that the singer should be Gui Ying's resentful soul.

The strange woman was still singing, her voice was high-pitched, low-pitched, and drifting, until the two of Wei An walked through the corridor and the desolate back garden, and finally stopped hearing it when they came to one of the backyards.

(End of this chapter)