Starting with a haunted house to create a thrilling game arena

Chapter 46: Don't spread ghost stories in Hanjiang City

Zhang Ze alone drawing the passage was not enough to counteract the supernatural effects brought about by number 008. Although this ghost was not in red, it could powerfully block attacks from ghosts as fierce as those in red.

The key point is that Zhang Ze's ghost is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

When Zhang Ze summons Lingling, and Lingling invades the Xicheng Police Station from the world behind the door, it's equivalent to two red-clad vengeful ghosts launching an attack simultaneously.

It worked.

The crow's sharp eyes caught something unusual.

A crystal-clear red glass bead seemed to be hidden in the crack in the ceiling. As Lingling's intrusion deepened, the glass bead tried to shrink back into the depths of the ceiling.

But the crow is faster.

The bird's beak slipped into the crevice and firmly grasped the red glass bead.

"Gah!"

"Gah!"

All the crows are putting in their effort.

There was a strange resistance at the other end of the glass bead, as if another hand was gripping it tightly, and no matter how hard the crow tried, it couldn't pull it out.

One minute later.

The resistance has weakened.

To be precise, as the invasion deepened, the Xicheng Police Station was gradually swallowed up by another, darker, and deeper ink-like black liquid, weakening the power of the evil spirits within the police station.

"Gah!"

Once again, the crow let out a strange cry.

The red glass bead was forcibly pulled out, and the crow, like a fisherman who had caught a big fish, circled around Zhang Ze triumphantly before handing the red glass bead to him.

Zhang Ze patted the crow's head and took the glass bead.

The glass bead felt cold to the touch, its surface was covered with blood-like streaks, and most importantly, there seemed to be a black patch in the middle.

Zhang Ze had never seen any glass with such a bizarre texture; it was less like a glass bead and more like…

Eyeballs.

Zhang Ze looked up at the crack in the ceiling.

Inside the crevice, a hollow, dead face stared venomously at Zhang Ze. One eyeball was missing from its socket, and the eye socket was deeply sunken, yet not a drop of blood flowed from it.

Sure enough, these are the eyes of a ghost.

The ghost eye was gouged out, and the video on the computer screen instantly cut off, losing all visuals and leaving only a completely black screen.

"Tsk, just as expected."

"While I was watching the video, a black frame would appear every few seconds. I initially thought it was a problem with the video transcoding, but now I see..."

"The so-called lost media video is actually your perspective. The black screen is because you blink. I have been observing the police station from your perspective."

Zhang Ze stared at the face in the gap, a slight smile spreading across his lips. "I have a hobby."

"I especially like the body parts of ghosts."

"I already have two hands, and thank you, I also have an extra eye."

As Zhang Ze spoke, he reached out and grabbed his right eye.

pain.

A sharp pain surged through me instinctively.

But as the excruciating pain reached a certain threshold, Zhang Ze gouged out his own eyes, and the pain subsided.

In a sense, the eyeball is actually a "foreign organ". The brain subconsciously ignores this accessory. If someone sneezes and covers their mouth and nose, the eyeball may even pop out of the eye socket.

There's even a precedent from the Three Kingdoms period where a general surnamed Xiahou gouged out his own eyes and ate them...

Zhang Ze is now experiencing the feeling of having his eyeballs gouged out.

The field of vision is limited, and the right half of the field of vision is almost invisible. However, the crow's vision compensates for this deficiency, so the overall impact is not significant.

This is not over yet.

Zhang Ze forcefully shoved the ghost eye into his right eye socket!

The ghost in the ceiling crack froze for a moment.

At that moment, he even wondered if he had encountered the wrong person, that he had run into this plague god who had gouged out the eyes of a demon and put them on his body.

It's simply unbelievable.

What puzzled the ghost even more was...

Why are you so skilled at changing parts?!

The face with the mask shrank back.

Zhang Ze immediately followed.

The black liquid condensed into a crow, which looked as small as a hummingbird, and followed the ghost face into the crevice.

Squeezing into the crevice, the space was more spacious than I had imagined. It wasn't a narrow concrete crevice, but a completely dark and special area.

Even though Zhang Ze had long since adapted to the lack of light in the environment.

Entering abruptly, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

"This place looks a bit like that dark area I passed through when I left the internet cafe last time."

"What I encountered... seemed to be a dead man's arm."

"That arm didn't dare to confront me head-on and immediately withdrew, but this face is quite bold, daring to go head-to-head with me."

Zhang Ze recalled the scene he had encountered last time.

Each of the lost media's ghosts seems to be a part of someone's body; the lost media number 021 is a dead man's arm, while the lost media number 008 is a dead man's face.

It's like a person being dismembered, the body divided into dozens of pieces, each piece evolving into a video or an audio clip, forming a vast lost media system.

If so...

Who carried out the dismemberment and made these videos?

With questions in mind, Zhang Ze had the crow ask questions as they approached deeper into the dark area.

"Gah!" (Is anyone there?)

"Gah!" (We can talk!)

"Gaga!" (I can give you a place to stay)

"Giggle giggle!" (It might even help you find other body parts!)

"Gagagagaga!" (If you trust me, I'm not some kind of demon; I'm just an ordinary, kind, and gentle haunted house owner.)

Grass.

no respond.

Zhang Ze was furious.

He was so sincere, even sending a crow to follow them in, but that grotesque face didn't appreciate it at all.

He always tried to put himself in the other person's shoes and consider their feelings, just like Boss Chen, and always tried to win them over. Unfortunately, he only encountered evil spirits every time, and they didn't give him a chance to win them over.

"Gagagaggagga!" (Angrily squealing)

The entrance erupted into chaos as dozens of crows of the same size material materialized from the black liquid and frantically squeezed into the crevice.

One.

Two.

Ten...

When dozens of crows swarmed in, the crack in the ceiling finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a hoarse, dry voice, as grating as fingernails scratching a blackboard, came from within:

"No...bird..."

Zhang Ze raised an eyebrow. "So you can talk."

"If there weren't any talking ghosts, I would have thought I had wandered into a mysterious apocalypse, not a haunted house."

The voice fell silent, seemingly not understanding Zhang Ze's meaning, and mechanically repeated itself after a few seconds.

"No...bird..."

"No...bird..."

"Answer my question and I'll bring out the crows; otherwise, expect a million crows to chase you around cawing every day and pooping on your head," Zhang Ze threatened.

The other party seems to have compromised.

Without repeating what he had just said, he waited for Zhang Ze to ask a question.

"Are you the only ghost in the police station?"

"Only...me...am...the only one..."

"How did you get here?"

"Someone... misses me..."