"Run upstairs! Quick!"
The slender ghostly figure behind them, having reacted, clung to the ceiling and rushed towards them frantically. The monsters in the countless doors were also about to emerge from their respective rooms, joining the chasing army.
"Bow to heaven and earth..."
"Bow to parents..."
As the three stepped into the stairwell, the mournful sound of a suona came from downstairs.
A large red "囍" character appeared on the wall of the stairwell. Red candles lit up the stairwell, bringing a faint light.
But it was blood red. Blood water overflowed from the third floor, and a sedan chair floated on the blood water. A bright red wedding dress was worn by a gorgeously dressed woman, and the red veil couldn't hide her vermilion lips and deathly pale cheeks.
"Hehe, carrying a doll..."
"Sister carrying a doll... walking to the garden to see flowers... the doll cried for its mother..."
On the red roof of the sedan chair, a seemingly porcelain doll sat there, humming a song.
It carried something white on its back—a skeleton.
"Sister carrying a doll..."
"Sister carrying a doll..."
"Bow to parents—"
"Ahhh!"
Terrifying spiritual pollution completely叠加 together as the Abrahams stepped into the stairwell.
From the slender ghostly figure on the first floor to the bride in the wedding dress on the second floor, a doll carrying a skeleton appeared on the third floor.
These were all sources of pollution that were terrifying to the extreme. Anyone who approached or touched them would have their Extraordinary characteristics lose control due to the other party's power, accelerating the progress of madness.
They were all the masters of a certain room. Next, the horror of the fourth floor would also emerge.
Run upstairs! Run upstairs!
The three Abrahams no longer cared about their image. As long as they ran into "504," they could rest briefly.
Soon, the horror that appeared on the fourth floor also emerged.
It was a woman in blue clothes with disheveled hair.
She walked out of the last dormitory room.
"The husband is in joy, while the wife's heart is breaking."
"The moon knows the grievance in my heart."
"Meeting is difficult, parting is easy."
"The abandoned wife now regrets too late."
"Do you remember the joy of the phoenixes on that day...?" (Note)
Dripping wet, her figure was even faster than the slender ghostly figure, the bride in the wedding dress, and the skeleton doll.
She seemed to teleport, instantly grabbing Charlie, who was frantically screaming and slapping the surrounding candles.
Her rolled-back eyeballs were stuck tightly in front of Charlie's face, and she kept spitting out stinky river water. Her skin had sunken in, and black blood seeped from her mouth, smearing Charlie's face.
"Tell me, hypocritical beast, venomous heart, can such a person still live?"
Charlie's pupils had already rolled back from being choked. Seeing this, the two Abrahams behind him, one gritted his teeth and grabbed Charlie's shoulder, while the other's hand conjured a phantom book.
"I came! I saw! I recorded!"
The last page of this Traveler's record, which recorded the power of a Sun Priest, disappeared. Dazzling light dispelled the darkness, dispelled the blood water and the surrounding mad whispers.
These monsters seemed to fear the power of the Sun pathway. They had also discovered this.
But the mid-sequence Extraordinary abilities of the Sun pathway could only force them back, but couldn't completely kill and purify them.
As time passed, when the Extraordinary abilities of the Sun pathway they had recorded and stored were exhausted, they would fall into the greatest predicament!
Bang, the door slammed shut.
In room "504," represented by the ancient Hermes symbol, all three were covered in cold sweat.
"Another one."
The slightly older Abraham, Edas, cursed in a low voice.
They had to take advantage of this resting time to quickly recover their spirituality, and then, escape from here!
"Maybe we can leave by jumping out the window."
He glanced at the dilapidated window, lowered his head and frowned, muttering silently.
Continuing like this would be a death cycle. Going down was a dead end, and going up was also a dead end.
They needed to break free from the rules of this place. Even if the outside was more dangerous, it was better than being trapped here with no one to answer their cries.
No one noticed that the room number of this dormitory, written in ancient Hermes, quietly changed.
'504' slowly faded, like ink meeting clear water, revealing the mottled metal underneath.
What was written on it was:
'404'.
Room 404.
In fact, every 'X04' was an empty dormitory disguised as '404'.
It was just that they didn't have time to observe these strange changes when they rushed out the door.
A hemp rope on the window moved automatically without any wind. Along with the sun's embers constantly falling outside the window, a creaking sound rang in the room, but the three people inside were completely unaware.
Crimson Campus, abandoned library.
Tang stood on the overgrown top floor of the library, looking at the distant student dormitories, writing something down with a pen.
"Sure enough, it's still a bit too rough."
The red-clad bride, the slender ghostly figure, the vengeful spirit, and the doll could all be pulled out individually as mini-bosses. Concentrating them together was somewhat wasteful.
"Moreover, this kind of continuous jump scares isn't very Trick Sorcerer-like."
Tang himself had his own unique understanding of the acting principles of a Trick Sorcerer.
The focus of a Trick Sorcerer was on the bizarre, the terrifying, and the grotesque.
For those three Abrahams, the feedback from acting was mostly concentrated on 'spiritual pollution,' 'cannot be killed,' and 'cannot be escaped.'
It couldn't be considered entirely wrong, but it was still somewhat different from the Trick Sorcerer in Tang's mind.
This level of fright could also yield strong spiritual feedback when acting, but it was too direct, completely lacking the feeling of increasing terror and bizarreness the more one delved into it.
The reason for this was that this world wasn't very receptive to creatures like the red-clad bride and dolls.
Without the corresponding cultural background, Chinese horror always lacked that certain something.
After all, compared to something like an axe murderer or a chainsaw killer, embroidered shoes, dolls, and paper figures were obviously more interesting, weren't they?
"Maybe I should change careers and become a novelist, spreading this terrifying beauty throughout the world."
It would be even better if placing a pair of embroidered shoes at the enemy's doorstep would scare them out of their wits.
Picking up the Sun Scepter beside him, Tang stuffed what he had written into the System's storage, waiting to continue the transformation of the Crimson Campus later.
And his Master of Marionettes potion was also digesting quickly.
The entire Crimson Campus was under Tang's control. Some of these monsters were the acting of marionettes using the theater, while others were monsters formed by the corrupting power of the black sun's light from the Sun Scepter.
After these monsters were turned into theater marionettes, they were also under Tang's control.
Without more actors to provide him with spiritual feedback for his Master of Marionettes potion, these Abrahams who secretly wanted to be spies had instead become his targets.
Did they really think so many marionettes were just decorations, accompanying them in a play? Did they have no idea how many audience marionettes were hidden among these marionettes?
Note: The Wicked Ghost.
(End of this chapter)