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When seeing this resurrection formation, Song Guicheng finally connected what happened in the copy with the main quest of the Ghost Festival.

For humans, the Zhongyuan Festival is a day to worship ancestors, burn paper ingots, and worship the souls of the dead; for the souls of the dead, it is the annual day when they return from the underworld to the world of the living, visit their descendants, and accept incense and offerings.

From the beginning to the end, their focus was on how people celebrated the Zhongyuan Festival, ignoring the fact that it is actually the "Ghost Festival."

There are no living people in Yongding Tower, only ghosts.

Their mission is to send the ghosts back to the world of the living so that the ghosts can celebrate the Ghost Festival.

After figuring out the key problem, Song Guicheng felt much more relieved.

He asked: "Brother Xu, how can we bring the dead souls back?"

All in all, Song Guicheng had spoken no more than 20 sentences to Xu Chongchuan, but he and Shi Sui had already reached a state where they could insult each other.

#On the difference between e-people and i-people.

Xu Chongchuan saw that the man was older than him, so he felt it was not excessive to call him "big brother".

Xu Chongchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not comment on his address. He replied, "Just find their objects of sustenance and destroy the formation."

Therefore, they only have two steps left to complete the dungeon mission, which are also the two most critical steps: one is to find the object of the dead souls' sustenance, and the other is to destroy the five elements formation.

This is the fourth day they have entered the copy. It is August 8th, and there are still three and a half days until the Ghost Festival. It is their last time.

Chen Wenyu's heart tightened: "But we are trapped here now, what should we do?"

Song Guicheng comforted him: "There's no point in being anxious. We can only wait now. When the day and night begin to change and the sun rises, we can go back."

Hearing this, Chen Wenyu raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was just past 3 o'clock. The sun rises earlier in the summer, so they can go back at 7 o'clock at the latest. He felt relieved.

Song Guicheng stood up, bent down and patted the dust behind him: "I'm going to go out and take a look. Did you find anything just now?"

Chen Wenyu shook his head honestly: "No, Mr. Shi was not feeling well, so we rested for a while before we started to investigate. We only knew that there was no one in this building."

He nodded and bought new batteries from the system store to replace the flashlight. An electronic sound was heard and 200 points were deducted from the backpack, leaving 1561 points.

The points rewarded by the audience will not be credited in real time, but will be settled after the dungeon is over. Even if the player is going to die in the dungeon in the next second, the system will not be merciful and give the accumulated points of the number of viewers and rewards to the player, so that the player can buy props and seize the opportunity to survive.

I don’t know whether the points given by the audience as rewards after the player’s death will be partially returned or all of them will be embezzled. Even if they are partially returned, the highest proportion of the handling fee will definitely be deducted.

The points earned by living players will also be deducted by the system as commissions at a certain ratio. The points will be used by players to purchase daily necessities and life-saving items, and will flow back into the market.

All we can say is that the system is a traitor, making money on both ends, leaving only the scarred players and the ripped-off audience.

Song Guicheng replaced the battery with a new one, and with a "click", the dim light came on again, illuminating a large area of ​​the wall.

Chen Wenyu hurriedly got up and said, "I want to go too."

After resting for a while, Shi Sui regained some energy and supported Xu Chongchuan to stand up. The fox fur coat slipped off his body: "3p."

Song Guicheng: ...

Chen Wenyu: …

Xu Chongchuan put his coat into the cupboard and stood silently behind Shi Sui, like a shadow protecting him at any time.

Shi Sui glanced at him and said, "Okay, 4p."

Song Guicheng smiled and said, "Go away."

*

The Yongding Building is now a dead building in the truest sense of the word, with no residents and no living people. Only large areas of blackened walls and window frames and door handles that have been deformed by the high temperature are left.

Song Guicheng walked and used a flashlight to illuminate the environment and carefully inspected it: "It seems that there was a serious fire here."

Chen Wenyu recalled the fire girl Xiaowen on the fifth floor a few hours ago. The terrifying ghosts, the scorching heat, and the fear of dying made him feel frightened: "Where did the fire start?"

Song Guicheng squatted down and carefully observed the direction of the black smoke on the wall: "It's still below. These traces are spreading from below to above."

The light above my head had gone out at some point, leaving only the red-hot iron wire still emitting residual heat in the bulb.

Several people walked down the stairs. The darkness and silence surrounded the four of them, but there was no tight and suffocating feeling.

Unlike the Yongding Building they saw at first, this building was filled with dust and the handrails of the stairs were rusty.

The walls are covered with small advertisements, offering houses for rent, locksmith services, and soliciting customers. The small advertisements are very stubborn, and even after they are scraped off, a layer of white glue will still remain stuck to the wall. The bumpy walls look like unhealed cowhide.

The light flashed across the staircase leading to the third floor from the fourth floor, and Song Guicheng suddenly stopped: "Wait."

He frowned slightly and shone the flashlight directly at the wall where the light had just flashed. There was a layer of newspaper pasted on the gray wall, probably to repair the cracks in the wall.

The Yongding Building had fallen into disrepair after years of neglect. The misty water marks blurred the words on the newspaper, leaving an inky edge.

"Warmly celebrate the grand opening of the Yongding factory!" Song Guicheng whispered the bold and black Song font on the newspaper, then his eyes moved down, and the words below were heavily blurred.

Song Guicheng squinted his eyes and read quickly word by word. He briefly summarized it and told the three people behind him: "The factory was established in 1982, mainly producing glass. The factory director is Liu Qiangguo."

The factory director's name quickly reminds people of Uncle Liu who lives in the guard room, and he also said that Yongding Building was originally the employee dormitory for the workers in his factory.

The newspaper also included a photo of a fairly large factory with six large gold-plated characters on the fence: Yongding Glass Factory.

The factory director, other management and technical workers were standing in front of the factory. Everyone was smiling. It should have been a very festive photo, but under the pale light, it made the hairs on your body stand on end.

The factory director looked very different from the current Uncle Liu. The middle-aged Factory Director Liu in the photo was in his prime, while Uncle Liu was old and frail, his eyes were almost blind, his hair was sparse, and his face was full of wrinkles.

This is a newspaper from 10 years ago.

Can 10 years change a person so much? From middle-aged and vigorous to old and frail?

Chen Wenyu felt strange after hearing this: "Isn't he the factory director? He doesn't have his own house? Why is he still living in the guard room of the staff dormitory? The conditions in the guard room are worse than those in the dormitory."

Song Guicheng shook his head. He had never figured it out from the beginning. Since Yongding Building was a staff dormitory, how could a factory director be burned to death in there?

Chen Wenyu scratched his head and said, "Maybe he sold his house to pay off his debts, so he can only live in the staff dormitory?"

"Do you think all capitalists are philanthropists?" Shi Sui sneered softly, "You have a staff dormitory and such a large piece of land, why don't you sell your own house first?"

Yup!

Song Guicheng clenched the flashlight in his hand. The factory went bankrupt. In order to fill the funding gap, Liu Qiangguo, as a businessman, would definitely sell the place first instead of renting it out. The profit from renting it out would be too slow and would not solve the urgent problem.

“It’s also possible that some people invested in the house with their technology, and those people are unwilling to move, so the house has to remain,” said Chen Wenyu.

Song Guicheng rejected his idea: "Those people have high incomes, they should have bought cars and houses a long time ago."

The only ones who are forced to live here and refuse to move out are the workers who work hard in the factories, are treated like slaves, and are repeatedly exploited.

The flashlight shone downwards, and the narrow beam of light illuminated the burned staircase. Song Guicheng said, "Keep looking down."

*

The fourth and fifth floors suffered the least damage because they are higher up.

Going down the stairs from the fourth floor to the third floor, the windows here were broken, the doors were open, and the ashes and dust blown by the wind had blackened the broken glass.

Song Guicheng walked into Room 305 where Lin Zicheng lived. The wooden boards used to separate the rooms were burned, and the furniture and electrical appliances were beyond recognition, leaving behind many charred debris.

He walked straight to the window and looked out through the broken and leaky glass. The charred trees appeared in a heart-wrenching, curled-up shape in the dark, as if they were mourning in dejection, making everything around them fall into silence.

The tree was only as tall as the third floor and did not grow any higher after the fire.

Song Guicheng suddenly asked Xu Chongchuan: "How was another time and space constructed?"

Xu Chongchuan pointed to his head: "Memory."

Song Guicheng nodded thoughtfully.

I thought the scene on the third floor was shocking enough, but I didn't expect the scene on the second floor to be even more tragic. The fallen wooden frames and door panels almost blocked their way, and one could even see steel bars on the bare wall above their heads.

The four people remembered Li Yi's body that was burned beyond recognition, and also remembered Xiaowen who turned the fire that killed them into a weapon after her death. They felt mixed emotions.

Song Guicheng moved his fingers. Xiaowen had reminded them many times to move out, probably because she knew that this was not a place they could stay.

She was very beautiful, with fair and smooth skin, upturned eyes and plump lips, but she died in the most undignified way, with not even a complete body left.

Song Guicheng only glanced at it twice, then retracted his gaze and turned on his toes: "Go down."

Contrary to what they thought, the condition of the first floor was much better than that of the second floor.

Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Water, there's a leak on the first floor."

The problems that usually trouble the residents on the first floor give them a glimmer of hope when death comes.

Shi Sui looked very interested. He looked around like a nimble cat and said, "Does that mean there might be someone alive on the first floor?"

Song Guicheng: "Maybe, there should be many more people living here than we see, so it's not surprising that some people survived."

When Chen Wenyu heard that there were many people living here, he shuddered, as if those people were right next to him: "Where are those people?"

Song Guicheng found it amusing to see his tense face and slightly trembling shoulders. He bent down and whispered in his ear, "I asked you to turn off the lights because I felt there were a lot of shadows in the room on the fifth floor..."

To be fair, Song Guicheng's voice is gentle and pleasant, and when it is lowered, it has an inexplicable allure.

But when Chen Wenyu heard his explanation, he couldn't help but imagine that when he was quietly looking around, there were many malicious eyes lurking in the dark, watching his every move, and maybe he even looked into their eyes...

Thinking of this, he covered his ears to physically block out Song Guicheng's voice: "I don't want it, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!"

Shi Sui was amused and giggled.

Chen Wenyu looked up and found that Song Guicheng's handsome lips were also tightly pursed, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, like a fox who had successfully played a prank.

Only his wounded world was reached.

His originally nervous mood eased a lot, and he asked, "Are those shadows really on the fifth floor?"

Song Guicheng also regained his composure: "Although I didn't see it, I did feel it. Xiaohua should have noticed it too. She secretly pulled my clothes at that time."

"Yeah," Xiaohua leaned on Song Guicheng's shoulder, "There are a lot of people, but I can't beat them all."

Chen Wenyu was stunned: "If the formation succeeds, will the black shadow be resurrected as a human?"

The air was silent for a moment, and someone answered, "High probability."