"No way, what's wrong with you two?"
"Did we say something taboo?"
Liu Chengfeng felt strange at Tian Xun and Meng Jun's change in attitude, as if he had just blurted out something he shouldn't have.
Tian Xun's face was gloomy, and after a while he let out a sigh.
"You two… are really unlucky!"
Ning Qiushui and Liu Chengfeng glanced at each other, Ning Qiushui frowned and asked:
"What do you mean?"
Tian Xun began to explain the terrifying mechanism of the world behind the blood door:
"The demons in the blood door are divided into two types… One type is born from the locality, called the spirit binding. No matter how strong they are, how deep their resentment is, when we complete the mission and leave the blood door, our grudges with them will end."
"The other type… is more special."
"Even though they are restricted by the Blood Door rules, they are not limited to one area. After slaughtering all the NPCs there, they will move to another place to cause trouble."
"This kind of demon… The resentment is too great!"
"Normally, if you encounter them in the previous Blood Door, the next Blood Door will be related to their story!"
"The difficulty and death rate of these Blood Doors are both higher than the normal Blood Doors!"
Pausing for a moment, Tian Xun said sympathetically:
"I don't know what karma you two have created that the first blood door encountered this kind of ghost. No wonder only you two survived in the end."
"But you two probably only lived until here. I'm not cursing you… Go write a will and take care of your funeral!"
"Say goodbye to your relatives and friends."
Tian Xun sighed, cleaned up the dishes, and went into the kitchen.
Only then did Ning Qiushui and Liu Chengfeng understand why the other people's attitudes had changed so suddenly.
Because in their eyes, the two of them were already dead!
"Can't we make it through?"
"If we survived the first time against that demon, then the second and third times will be the same!"
"They think we can't make it through the next blood door, so we'll live to show them!"
Liu Chengfeng's words were strong, but Ning Qiushui could still hear the unnoticeable trembling in his voice.
After washing the dishes, Tian Xun led the two to their room in the Demonic House.
Surprisingly, they were not in that villa.
But in a single-story house behind the flower garden.
Although this place was cold, the environment was much more pleasant than that dark villa.
Tian Xun gave the two the key, gave a few instructions, and then went to watch TV in the villa.
Although there was a TV in their room, the screen in the villa was much larger.
Because there were still many things to worry about, Ning Qiushui and Liu Chengfeng did not return to the old world, but wanted to wait for the head of the house, Liang Yan, to return to ask about the next blood door.
But by late evening, they still did not see anyone return to the villa.
The two of them decided to wait another day.
In the middle of the night, Ning Qiushui couldn't sleep so he went out to the garden to relieve his stress, then heard voices talking from inside the villa.
He frowned, approached the back door to eavesdrop.
Inside were the calm voices of a woman and a man.
The man's voice, Ning Qiushui recognized as Meng Jun.
As for the woman... He had never heard it before.
It must be Bai Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao… Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"What, you don't believe me?"
"Don't you know the relationship between Yan and Mang? If he finds out that Mang's death was caused by someone else, he definitely won't let it go!"
Bai Xiaoxiao was about to say something, but suddenly turned her head to look at Ning Qiushui and said coldly:
"Who is it?"
"Come out!"
Ning Qiushui stepped out of the darkness.
Seeing that he was a newcomer in the Demonic House, the cold expression on Bai Xiaoxiao's beautiful face softened a bit.
She put on red lipstick.
Very red.
Like a phoenix of fire, completely opposite to her name.
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Ning Qiushui didn't mind her attitude, only replied:
"Aren't you two still not sleeping yet?"
He leisurely sat down on the sofa, looking at the charcoal basin in the middle of the room.
His appearance made the other two people abruptly stop talking.
"What's your name?"
Finally, Bai Xiaoxiao spoke first.
"Ning Qiushui."
"Um, how did you feel about the first blood door?"
Ning Qiushui opened a bottle of beer on the table and took a sip.
"Actually, it's not that good."
"Almost died."
Bai Xiaoxiao hummed and comforted him casually:
"The world after the blood door is like this, if you are careless, you will lose your life in no time. But after passing the first door, the following doors will be easier to breathe…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Meng Jun coldly interrupted:
"There won't be a back door."
Bai Xiaoxiao was surprised:
"Manh Jun, what do you mean?"
Meng Jun stood up.
"You ask him yourself, I'm going to sleep."
Having said that, he left without looking back.
Bai Xiaoxiao looked at Ning Qiushui, and he recounted the story of the first blood door in detail.
Of course, Ning Qiushui had hidden part of the truth.
About that mysterious anonymous letter.
He only said that they accidentally discovered the rules of death.
After listening to Ning Qiushui's story, Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes kept changing.
It was a complicated look.
There was admiration, sympathy... and even a bit of regret.
"Meng Jun and Tian Xun were right, the red-clothed ghost after your first blood door wasn't an ordinary spirit binding, but an extremely difficult evil spirit to deal with… Luckily, this was your first instance, its killing ability and rules were greatly limited by the blood gate, coupled with your courage and caution, you two were able to find a way out in time, otherwise you definitely wouldn't have been able to return alive!"
"Moreover, the next blood door of the two of you will definitely be related to this demon."
"If you two can handle it, you might be able to bring back a demonic energy from that blood gate."
Ning Qiushui was stunned.
"Demonic energy?"
Bai Xiaoxiao flipped her hand, a wooden comb stained with fresh blood appeared on her small palm.
"Like this."
"Normally, it is impossible to bring things out of the blood door, but some high difficulty blood doors will have powerful, extremely rare props, each with different uses."
"For example, my wooden comb, as long as you comb it on your head, the ghost will not be able to lock onto the target for a minute."
"These ghostly auras can greatly increase our survival rate in the blood door!"
Ning Qiushui recalled the blood jade he brought out from the first blood door, pondering.
Cannot take things out of the blood door.
Exorcism.
It seems… that blood jade is also a demonic energy.
Bai Xiao Xiao saw Ning Qiushui like this, thinking that he had been scared by the next blood door, hesitated a bit then said:
"Forget it, we have no one left in the Demonic House, the recent new batches are too bad, they were all exterminated before the third door…"
"This weekend, the two of you enter the second blood door, I will guide you over for free."
"Moreover… You two also have potential worth training."
As soon as Bai Xiaoxiao finished speaking, Ning Qiushui remembered that Tian Xun had told them that she would guide newcomers through the blood doors.
"This… is also possible?"
Ning Qiushui was a little surprised.
Bai Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Newcomers can be guided through the first six blood doors by the old ones."
"There are even 'Offices' that specialize in this."
"But these guides usually demand huge remuneration, because after all, everyone is a human, and even if they have a lot of experience, entering a low-difficulty blood door can still be dangerous…"
Ning Qiushui nodded to show that he understood.
It was natural to trade one's life for money, and to get a high reward.
Money was just a material thing, compared to one's life, it was nothing.
Understanding these things, Ning Qiushui rested for a night at the Demonic House and then took the bus back to the outside world.
When he got home, he immediately turned on his computer.
A friend named "Tong Mouse" sent him a message.
The message was very brief:
[ Unable to find, the post office has no record of that anonymous letter ]
[ The person at the post office told me that the letter I was looking for… is a non-existent letter ]
[ But don't worry, I will continue to keep an eye out for you ]
Ning Qiushui narrowed his eyes.
Tong Mouse was his friend.
He was a person… very good at finding things.
"Even you can't find it…"
Ning Qiushui muttered.
Jingle ——
While he was deep in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Ning Qiushui was startled and stood up to open the door.
It was the neighbor, a middle-aged woman in her fifties, named Mu Cui.
She was wearing a floral shirt, looking like she had just come back from a walk, her forehead was still covered in sweat, smiling as she handed an envelope to Ning Qiushui.
"Qiushui, this is your letter."
Ning Qiushui received the letter, her eyes suddenly changed.
"Aunt Mu, this letter… where did you get it?"
Mu Cui took out the key to open her house door, indifferently replied:
"It's under the mailbox…"
"You, you're always so absent-minded, remember to check the mailbox every time you come back…"
Having said that, she opened the door and entered the house.
Ning Qiushui took the letter and closed the door.
He walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, looked at the letter on the coffee table, and his breathing became rapid.
The second letter.
He tore it open.
Sure enough, it was still anonymous.
But this time there was no message, only a photo.
The photo made Ning Qiushui freeze on the spot!
That was… Bai Xiaoxiao's photo!
Still old and yellowed, as if it had been many years.
But the Bai Xiaoxiao in the photo was clearly the same age as the person he had just met!
The smile on her lips was as vivid as life, the red lipstick had not faded with time, still as brilliant as ever.
"F**k…"
This time, even though she had always been calm, Ning Qiushui couldn't help but curse.
This was… too weird!
He flipped the photo over.
His fingers trembled slightly.
There was also a line on the back of the photo:
[She can't die in your second door]
"Indeed…"
Ning Qiushui's back turned cold.
This sender… is following her somewhere!
But…
Why does he have these photos, and why is he warning me?
What does he… want to do?