Infinite Throne

"Hello, please show me your invitation."

An old man who looked like a butler appeared at the gate. He spoke and walked very stiffly, as if his body was assembled piece by piece.

"Dear Chaser, Black Umbrella, and Death Harvester, please come in."

The old butler led Lin Yebai into the manor. After entering the door, he came directly to another world. White azaleas were blooming on both sides of the road. The old European manor stood at the end of the sight, simple and deep. Several windows let out pale lights. The door was covered with red carpet, soft and clean, and there was a hint of flower fragrance.

There was an oval conference table in the hall. A young man in a black suit sat in the main seat. He was pale and strange, with a handsome face, narrow eyes, and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Please take a seat." He took the initiative to speak, motioning Lin Yebai to sit opposite him.

Lin Yebai was not polite with him. He sat at the end of the seat, opposite the man, and the door behind him slammed shut.

There were three people on each side of the meeting table. Including Lin Yebai, there were seven people taking the test.

Qian Shenghua was at the bottom left, very close to Lin Yebai. He was a little surprised and a little surprised. With a good brother around, his chances of completing the task were much higher.

"Hello everyone, I am the editor-in-chief of Ghost Story Weekly and the director of the Ghost Story Club. You can call me Director Xia. To save trouble, I specially gathered seven people to take the test together. I hope you can all become new members of the Ghost Story Club and bring new vitality to this big family." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke again.

"Hello, Director Xia." The people taking the test greeted one after another.

Lin Yebai didn't know how many of the seven people present were taskers, how many were reincarnations, and how many were ghost stories. After a few glances, everyone was well disguised, all humanoid creatures, and nothing could be seen.

"The first assessment task is to tell a story."

"Each person tells a strange story, and if the others agree, they pass. The order is from left to right."

"Begin."

As soon as Minister Xia finished speaking, the lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a white candle on the conference table. The light was so weak that it couldn't even illuminate the faces of the people present. Only the general outlines could be seen.

A strange fragrance lingered in the hall, probably from the black incense sticks lit in the copper furnace in the center of the conference table.

The body relaxed to the extreme in this fragrance, and the mind was very active. When I heard a sentence, I could imagine a specific picture.

"The story I want to tell is called My Wife Who Loves Late-Night Snacks."

The first person on the left was a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice and a scar on his face.

He began to narrate slowly:

"My wife and I have been married for seven years. She has been getting thinner and thinner recently. She always says she is very hungry and likes to order midnight snacks."

"Midnight snacks are unhealthy. I prepared food and put it in the refrigerator. I told her that if she is hungry, she can get up and heat it up before eating, and not to eat takeout, but she never listened. She still likes to order takeout in the middle of the night and eat it in bed."

"The strange thing is that I can't find her takeout order record, and I have never seen the takeout deliveryman."

"When I was half asleep and half awake, I always heard the sound of her chewing bones. I don't know what kind of meat she was eating, it smells so good."

"She especially likes to eat chicken feet and crispy bones. I was greedy and asked her to give me one, but she didn't give it to me."

His voice was flat, containing a deep fear. There is nothing special about the story, but the hall has some habits, which seem to have a strange bonus to this kind of story. It is particularly easy to associate pictures and have a sense of immersive horror.

"I got angry and suddenly opened the quilt, and found that I only had a head left."

"She was lying in my quilt, smiling strangely and looking up. A few leftover fingers fell out. She picked them up and put them in her mouth, and continued to eat the crispy bones, crunchy..."

The story ended here. Minister Xia looked normal and was the first to applaud and commented:

"It's passed, but the story is not very good."

Next, it was the second one's turn.

It was a skinny young man. The story he told was called Eyeballs on the Wall. A young man could always see eyeballs in different places. Finally, he went crazy and dug out his own eyeballs. He kept repeating a sentence to others, did you see it?

This story was slightly better than the previous one, but Minister Xia still commented that it was mediocre.

The third one was Qian Shenghua's turn.

Qian Shenghua thought to himself, I must think of the most terrifying one to stand out among these people. But he really couldn't think of anything. He regretted not having enough knowledge when he needed it. Finally, he scratched his head and smiled awkwardly:

"The story I told you is about red hands, green hands, and big white hands."

"You can see the bottom of the old-fashioned rural dry toilet at a glance, and you can feel the freshest smell of farm manure, and there are many mosquitoes and flies buzzing around..."

The hall can magnify the senses, and everyone present frowned slightly.

Literature instructor: Fendan is worthy of being Fendan

Uchihabo Milk Tea: What a smelly man, ordinary brother, can you flush?

Ordinary me: I can't

Mistakes made in the melon field: I don't know why, I always feel that telling stories is not that simple

Qian Shenghua continued:

"An elder in Wang Xiaoming's family passed away, and he had to return to his hometown to live, and he also had to hold a funeral banquet. He had never done these things, so he hired a one-stop service. He seemed to have a stomachache in the middle of the night and had to go to the dry toilet to go to the toilet."

"Just as he took off his pants and was about to squat, a pair of cold big hands held his buttocks and asked"

"Red hand? Green hand? Big white hand?"

"Ahem..." Minister Xia coughed twice.

"Minister, I haven't finished yet." Qian Shenghua began to save himself:

"If you answer red hand, a female ghost in red will appear, strangle Wang Xiaoming's neck and strangle him to death."

"If you answer green hand, a pair of rotten green hands will be extended, accompanied by horrible poison gas, poisoning Wang Xiaoming to death."

"Big white hand, you will be dragged into the toilet and suffocated to death."

"Minister, do you think this is okay?" Qian Shenghua asked.

"...Okay." Minister Xia's face was complicated and not very happy. He seemed to want to say something, but finally remained silent, looked at Lin Yebai, and said in a cold voice:

"You are invited in as three ghost stories. You are the most distinguished guest here today. You need to tell three stories."

"Yes."

Lin Yebai had previously obtained a collection of ghost stories, which can be used here.

"The first story I want to tell is about the little bear."

"You and the toy bear are good friends. During the day, you found that the toy bear had a crack and cotton was leaking out, so you used needle and thread to help it sew it up. At night, it was the toy bear's turn to help you."

Minister Xia nodded slightly. This story was too short, but he had just been tortured by the red hand, the green hand, and the big white hand, so he thought this story was pretty good, at least it was normal.

"The second story is about mopping the floor."

"You live in a student dormitory. You get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and find that a roommate is not in bed. You think, if you wake up earlier, you can go with her."

"You go to the shared bathroom on the first floor and find a cleaner mopping the floor. After going to the bathroom, she goes back to sleep."

"The next day, a murder happened. You just remembered that you saw your roommate's red hairpin on the black mop last night."

"Not bad." Minister Xia nodded and motioned Lin Yebai to tell another one.

"The third story, the body under the bed."

"You bought a new house because of a job change. You always felt that there was something under the bed. Every time you looked down, you found nothing."

"Gradually, you could smell a foul smell when you slept at night. There seemed to be a pair of eyes under the bed, staring at you."

"During the day, your clothes seemed to have been worn, and your things were a little messy, and it seemed that they were no different from when you went out."

"You decided to change the bed. The workers said that the bed was a bit heavy, and there seemed to be something else in the mattress."

"Due to the inconvenience of time, it was scheduled for the next day."

"You continued to sleep in the bed and decided to open the mattress. Suddenly, there was a power outage. You reached into the mattress and touched a hand first, and then a head. It turned out that the body was not under the bed, but embedded in the mattress."

The stories told by Lin Yebai were all from the collection of ghost stories, which were created by many authors. In order to finish the story earlier, he chose the shorter ones.

"Very short." Minister Xia frowned. This was too lazy.

"Three, I'm done." Lin Yebai didn't mean to tell it again.

"You pass." Minister Xia easily revealed it.

The three members on the right also told a story.

They were the shadow outside the window, the woman looking in the mirror, and the roommates in the hotel.

"The stories are all good. I hope everyone has a good dream tonight."

Minister Xia finished drinking the tea in front of him and said to the old housekeeper who appeared in the corner at some point:

"Take them to the first floor to choose accommodation. If there are any requirements, try to meet them."

"Yes." The old housekeeper saluted respectfully.

Minister Xia turned and went upstairs. His back was slender. He seemed to notice that everyone was looking at him. He turned his head slightly, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and showed a gentle and humble smile.

"Everyone, see you tomorrow."

The rooms on the first floor are similar, decorated very gorgeously, no less than a five-star hotel, with a separate bathroom and living room.

Lin Yebai randomly chose one, and Qian Shenghua's room was opposite him. Lin Yebai was used to staying up late for a long time, and he didn't plan to rest tonight. Holding the Wusheng Knife, he felt an irresistible sleepiness and fell asleep uncontrollably.

He found himself transformed into a child, about five or six years old, wearing furry cow pajamas, holding a bear toy in a European-style house.

All viewers in the live broadcast room could also clearly see the young Lin Yebai holding the bear, with delicate features, some baby fat on his cheeks, chubby fingers, big round eyes, and a confused look on his face.

Soft cat ears: Ah ah ah!!! Baby cub, I can do it!

Braised spareribs: Baby stealing team, start!

I am a little green dragon: Woo woo woo, this is too cute, crazy heartbeat

Mistakes made in the melon field: Was the cub so cute when he was young?

Lin Yebai took two steps and almost fell. Not only did his body become smaller, but his other attributes also returned to the state of five years old with him.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

No equipment.

He glanced at the bear toy, and it smiled a little shyly.

The first story, the bear began.

There was a worn-out crack on the brown bear toy, revealing yellowed cotton. The little bear's dark and round eyes were staring at Lin Yebai, eager to be sewn up by his little friend.

The author has something to say: Some horror stories are not original to me, such as the little bear, and the red hand, green hand and big white hand. I can't find the source, so I quote it here and adapt it.

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