For the first time, the decision wasn't immediately executed. Suer lingered at the door for a moment. The Ghost Bone Flower could deceive ghosts, but not necessarily the host's.
According to the brochure, the host has the ability to monitor, which means that the tricks between players cannot be hidden from them.
"No..." Su Er murmured and shook his head: "This is a fallacy."
The stun gun is also a prop. It can have an effect on the host, but the effect is completely opposite to that when used on ghosts.
Thinking of this, Suer narrowed his eyes. He was afraid that even Ji Heng didn't know whether this thing would be useful to the host. After all, the enemy that the player faced was a ghost, and the host just had to be careful.
"Give it a try."
There was no better place to go at the moment. He couldn't go to the ancestral hall by himself and force Wen Buyu and Ji Heng out. He didn't have the idea or the ability to do so.
Sur slowly climbed over the wall into the yard, with the skeleton following him like a shadow.
Mr. Shuhai was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a book in his hand. He frowned when he heard the noise in the yard.
Su Er deliberately made some noises, intending to lure the other party out to investigate, but it had no effect. On second thought, when Ge Xuyan was killed on the first day, the host must have heard the noise, but chose to ignore it.
With a determined heart, he simply pushed the door open and walked in.
The thing was done, and I couldn't help feeling a little scared the moment I went in. My hand never left the stun gun for a moment, as if I was seeking psychological comfort.
Mr. Shuhai raised his eyes, looking past Su Er at the skeleton behind him.
Su Er couldn't help but feel secretly happy, it works!
This joy didn't last long, as he noticed the ghost flower in his pocket blooming faster than before. While Mr. Shuhai's attention was drawn to the skeleton at the door, he quickly turned to the end of the bed and climbed up slowly and quietly.
Mr. Shuhai seemed to sense something and showed signs of turning around, and Su Er froze. No matter how careful he was, his weight inevitably left a small dent in the bed. Fortunately, the accommodations provided by Yutang were not in good condition, with only a thin mattress, so it wasn't too noticeable.
Soul took a deep breath and moved forward a little.
Before Mr. Shuhai could investigate further, his expression suddenly changed. A dense swarm of maggots was crawling towards the bed, some even threatening to burrow into his shoes.
"What a bastard!"
Sul behind him smiled faintly. From his daily dress and behavior, it can be seen that Mr. Shuhai loves cleanliness and reading. Even his clothes rarely have wrinkles. Now, when he suddenly saw these maggots, how could he remain calm?
There was a sizzling sound, and the maggots' bodies exploded with crackling sounds as if they were on fire.
"Hand him over." Completely unconcerned with the dead maggots, the skeleton moved and actually made a sound. Its voice was extremely hoarse, as if mixed with something.
Suer raised his eyebrows. The voice seemed familiar, the same as the one he heard at the grave during the day.
Zhou Linjun.
He still remembered the name on the tombstone, and considering the last words left, whoever could keep the red paper would be the captain of the guards. It can be seen that among so many graves, this ghost dominated.
"Ghost King, you and I have nothing to do with each other..."
"Hand him over." The skeleton repeated.
They stared at each other, neither willing to give in. Presuming the skeleton wouldn't just charge in for no reason, Mr. Shuhai frowned and said, "Step back three feet."
After the skeleton left the threshold, Mr. Shuhai swept the book lightly, and the furniture in the room instantly turned to dust and scattered on the ground, without even breaking apart. Su Er was astonished. The host's strength far exceeded his imagination, and the power was controlled with such precision that the few small flowers that had emerged from the ground in the walls and corners were still there.
"If there's a living creature, even if it hides its body, it won't be able to resist." Mr. Shuhai's eyes were like knives, and his tone was normal but with a hint of hostility: "Ghost King, are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"
Su Er is not a narcissistic person, and at this moment he couldn't help but sigh at his own wisdom and bravery... As expected, the bed is the safest place.
Otherwise, there might not even be a complete corpse now.
The skeleton seemed surprised by this result as well.
Mr. Shuhai said coldly, "Don't be so foolish as to fall into someone else's trap and not realize it."
At such close proximity, every word Mr. Shuhai spoke reached Su'er's ears clearly. His relief at surviving the ordeal quickly faded, and Su'er realized for the first time that the host's role wasn't as dominant as he'd imagined. Not only were they bound by rules, they also had to deal with high-level ghosts.
He couldn't help but secretly hate himself for his lack of experience. If Ji Heng was here tonight, he would surely be able to find out more useful information.
Because it was only half a body, the skeleton's movement was not smooth when he turned around, and his voice was even hoarse: "His life is mine."
The clanging sound gradually spread in the yard and then disappeared with the wind. The skeleton had long disappeared.
Su Er stared at its back and frowned. Zhu Yun's dream before she disappeared was to study medicine. If he had the chance in the future, he wanted to capture the skeleton and give it to Zhu Yun for research. It didn't even have vocal cords, so how could it speak?
The thought flashed through his mind, and Sur slowly lowered his eyes... The skeleton had just said that only he could kill him.
Is this the beginning of love?
I couldn't help but glance at Mr. Shuhai. Why not kick this one out and hook up with someone else? Anyone who can be called the Ghost King by the host should have good skills.
While he was finding joy in his misery, Mr. Shuhai had already lain back in bed. Su Er held his breath, clinging to the wall. The ghost flower was already mostly in bloom; it would be hard to hold out for even another hour, let alone until dawn.
Sur tried to move a little. Without the interference of the skeleton, almost at the same time, Mr. Shuhai frowned slightly. He dared not act rashly anymore.
For the next ten minutes, Soul degenerated into a snail, even turning his head with great care. He finally got out of bed and was about to leave when his peripheral vision caught sight of the maggot's corpse beside the bed.
According to the original idea, the skeleton was brought here because of the maggots, but these worms are just underground creatures and don't seem to have any intelligence. Can they really be that magical?
Su Er bit his lip with a flickering look in his eyes. After a while, he took out the red paper he had obtained during the day from his pocket. After marking them, he only kept three pieces in his hand and quietly stuffed the rest into the crack of the bed.
Until he evacuated from the yard, he did not dare to put away the ghost bone flower rashly.
Outside the hospital.
Ghosts don't have shadows, but skeletons do.
The moonlight stretched the broken bones out in a long section, and Su Er's eyelids twitched fiercely. As expected of the Ghost King... he never forgot to wait and see. The other party was now clinging to the wall across the yard, obviously not believing Mr. Shuhai's words completely.
The moment Sur appeared, the skeleton seemed to notice something and moved forward a little, but soon retreated again, still stubbornly guarding outside the yard.
It was impossible to go to the ancestral hall. After weighing the pros and cons again and again, Su Er walked quickly towards Li's house.
After making sure he had walked far enough, Su Er quickly put the ghost bone flower into the box. The speed of the flower's blooming slowed down. Closing the lid, Su Er thought to himself that this box might also be a treasure.
Without anything to cover themselves, they could only carefully look for obstacles to conceal their bodies as they moved forward, and their speed gradually slowed down.
After climbing over the wall and entering the Li family's compound, he found the helper's residence with ease. A complaint drifted in the wind.
"What's my luck today?" The person who spoke had very strong five senses. He turned around instantly when he heard the movement near the wall. Their eyes met. Wanyi was a little surprised: "Su'er?"
Even more surprised than him was Wen Buyu on the other side: "Why are you here?"
Soul: "Hide from ghosts and find help."
"…"
Su Er guessed that Wen Buyu was probably here to seek protection, and frowned, "Where's your red paper?"
Wen Buyu was a little wary.
This was a normal human reaction, so Su Er didn't mind: "Try to spread some of it out. This thing can attract ghosts."
Wen Buyu was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, and Wan Yi cursed "Fuck".
He seems to be a very gentle and refined person on weekdays, but sometimes he would curse without caring about his image.
"No wonder..." Wan Yi glanced at Wen Buyu. Ever since she came, ghosts would still come to her door even with props.
"It's a shame to throw it away." Shen Jiangbei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Each of you take some, and then we'll split up."
Su Er had the same idea, so he used the word 'scattered', but he was more concerned about Wen Buyu: "Didn't you go to the ancestral hall?"
It would be fine if I didn't mention it, but once I did, I would feel wronged. Wen Buyu said, "I was kicked out by Ji Heng."
Of course she had nothing to say. After all, when she arrived, Ji Heng was already there.
Su Er: "I'll go find him and tell him about the red paper."
Upon hearing this, Wanyi looked at him with admiration. Regardless of how Suer handled things, at least he was a qualified person.
Su Er nodded slightly at him, then glanced at Shen Jiangbei, and then said, "So who of you is willing to go with me?"
"…"
Soul: "I don't have anyone worth the critical point, so I can't kill the ghost."
Wanyi is a person who puts profit above all else: "What's in it for us to help you?"
Su Er: "Ji Heng has the most red paper."
The more red paper that is preserved now, the better it is for them.
Wan Yi sighed and said to Shen Jiangbei, "I'll go with you."
As soon as he left Li's house, Wan Yi's whole temperament suddenly changed. He looked around vigilantly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Su Er: "Let's take a detour. There's a big problem at the gate of the courtyard where I lived before."
Wanyi gave him a long look, but didn't ask any further questions. They were lucky; they didn't encounter a single ghost along the way. It was late at night, and outside the ancestral hall, towering trees stood tall, their canopies nearly blocking out the sun and the moonlight.
Wanyi walked cautiously in the darkness. The door of the ancestral hall was open, and the moment he entered, he felt a chilling murderous intent. This murderous intent dissipated a lot when Ji Heng saw Su Er.
Ji Heng leaned against the pillar and looked over: "So long?"
Su Er smiled bitterly: "Being targeted by a skeleton, and a ghost king at that."
"Impossible." Before Ji Heng could speak, Wan Yi subconsciously said, "If you really met the Ghost King, you wouldn't be alive."
Soul: "Went to a temporary shelter."
He finished his experience in a few words, but when he talked about the conversation between Mr. Shuhai and the skeleton, he repeated it word for word: "What do you think is the relationship between the host and the ghost?"
After asking for a few seconds, there was no response.
Su Er raised his eyes and found that Wan Yi was looking at him with shock and an indescribable look in his eyes.
What is this expression?
Su Er looked at Ji Heng again, and seeing that he was also deep in thought, he asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing." After a brief silence, Ji Heng returned to his usual state and said lightly, "It's just that the story is a bit bizarre, and I don't know who to pity for a moment."