Inside the house, the woman stood before the divine statues, a striking red wedding dress draped on her body, luxurious and radiant.
Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, and her face was so beautiful it didn’t seem real.
Those fox-like eyes swept over everyone with contempt, idly twirling the knife in her hand, the tip pressed directly against the man’s chest.
The man’s head was bowed beneath the red veil, unmoving, offering no resistance, letting the woman do as she pleased.
Wei Caifan had long known this female ghost wasn’t some harmless spirit.
Killing Zhao Xu hadn’t been enough—now she even wanted to kill Bo Jingmo.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Had the ghost broken free from her restraints?
No, she shouldn’t have. If she had, she would’ve come straight for him, not just used Bo Jingmo as a pawn.
“Yu Banxue, wantonly slaughtering the innocent will bring you nothing but ruin.”
The woman raised an eyebrow, as if hearing something amusing: “Wantonly slaughtering the innocent?”
She let out a low laugh: “What if... he’s doing it willingly?”
She tilted her head toward the man’s ear, her voice soft, yet everyone in the room could hear her clearly, “Bo Jingmo, are you willing to offer your soul to me?”
The man didn’t speak. He simply raised his hand to grasp her wrist, then suddenly pulled—“rip”—the small knife sliced through the fabric instantly.
The woman let out a pleased laugh: “See? He asked for this himself.”
Guangran’s pupils contracted slightly. What a terrifying ghost—she could actually seduce a player to this extent.
Old Wei’s expression wasn’t looking great either. He hadn’t realized Yu Li’s power had reached this level.
His lips moved slightly, silently chanting something, and in the next second, the divine statues in the room began to tremble faintly.
Yu Li turned her head, a flicker of light flashing in her eyes.
She knew it—the thing in that wooden box was never the real key to suppressing Yu Banxue.
Someone like Old Wei would never let others see the real thing so easily.
A dark aura began to rise from the platform, ominous black energy seeping from the statues, and Yu Li could feel the pain radiating from this soul-bound body.
She looked toward the wrapped statue on the altar, her fingertips pausing slightly, eyes narrowing.
Bo Jingmo seemed to sense something as well. He turned his head, pulled Yu Li’s wrist toward him, and stabbed the knife into his own body.
But he didn’t seem to feel any pain—his voice remained calm as always.
Yu Li froze for a moment, then the corners of her lips curled as she pushed down the pain surging through her body.
She leaned toward the man’s ear and whispered with a soft laugh, “Bo Jingmo, you killed me last time. This time, it’s my turn to kill you.”
As soon as the words fell, she pressed the blade down hard.
The knife instantly sank into flesh, and the man let out a muffled grunt, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Not far off, Guangran let out a cry: “Bo Jingmo—!!”
Her pupils shrank as she watched the female ghost release her hand.
The man’s body collapsed, and the red wedding veil fell away in an instant.
He lay there with his eyes closed.
Bo Jingmo... was dead?
Yu Li let go, lowered her gaze to the man on the ground, then looked toward the group nearby.
The corner of her mouth lifted as the red figure slowly vanished into the house.
She was quite looking forward to what decisions these players would make.
【WTF?? She really killed him??】
【Huh?? Wasn’t the plot supposed to go with Bo Jingmo infiltrating that group and helping to uncover the village secret together?】
【She killed her own boyfriend with her own hands. Never could’ve guessed this plot twist.】
【That female ghost is ruthless as hll. Just stabbed him with no hesitation.】
【Oh my god, is she trying to turn Bo Jingmo into a ghost so he can stay with her?】
【This ghost... is twisted! I love it hahaha!】
【Everyone thinks Bo Jingmo was seduced by her, but I bet he was totally aware! Those two lovebirds were putting on a show for the others!】
【Female ghost’s a psycho, and turns out the human boyfriend is too—love that for them!】
【Actually, the signs were there... what normal person sleeps with a ghost (jk), but seriously, Bo Jingmo saw the ghost early on and didn’t tell the others, didn’t he basically lead them into this?】
【So Bo Jingmo wasn’t a good guy from the start?? Sht, I totally misread him. Thought he was on the hero route, but he’s just been walking his teammates to their deaths.】
【Girlfriend wants to kill people, boyfriend just smiles and brings them in for her to kill... d*mn! This instance rocks!】
【Then the two of them die together for love? Even better!】
【Die for love then go slaughter villagers together? Peak!】
【Bo Jingmo, what did you bribe the system with to get a script this good?!】
【I’m dying. The other players: so uh, no one gonna care about us?】
【Still alive, aren’t they? Just be glad you’re breathing—Bo Jingmo got stabbed dead on the spot.】
【So out of five people, one dead, two injured? And the dead one was the most dangerous too.】
【Told you this instance wouldn’t be easy. That female ghost’s a true vengeful spirit—this is intense!】
As the ghost vanished before their eyes, no one in the group made a sound.
Two people had already died that night, and one of them was even a player.
Wei Caifan turned his head, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes: “You saw it, didn’t you? That ghost can mess with people’s minds. Your friend’s spirit was already taken by her.”
Guangran and Qi Mai exchanged a glance but stayed silent.
Old Wei walked up to Zhao Xu’s corpse, squatted down, and pried open his eyelids.
After a close look, his eyes gleamed slightly.
The ghost had forgotten to take Zhao Xu’s soul.
He turned to look at Qi Mai and the others, eyes narrowing: “You really want to save him? I might have a way.”
“Can you save someone after they’re already dead?” Guangran frowned.
It was her first time meeting Bo Jingmo, and she didn’t know his skill set.
To her, once a player died, that was it. The system would have already retrieved their soul—how could they be saved?
Qi Mai’s expression froze.
Something flashed through his mind, and his body stiffened, though luckily no one noticed.
Old Wei gave a couple of chuckles without replying.
He stood up, picked up the Buddha statue from the table, and casually grabbed the small knife from the floor.
In full view of everyone, he drove the blade—“shlk”—straight into Zhao Xu’s heart, swift and precise, his face completely unmoved, as if he’d done it countless times.
Guangran stiffened at the sight, her face paling, gripping Qi Mai’s arm unconsciously harder.
Everyone in this village just felt... off.
The pain in her hand brought Qi Mai back to his senses slightly, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He instinctively looked inside the room.
There, Old Wei pulled out the knife.
Bright red blood glistened on the blade under the candlelight.
He yanked off the red cloth, revealing not a traditional god or deity, but a strange, unidentifiable object.
The thing was pitch-black all over, curled up like a tiny humanoid figure.
Two eye-like orbs faintly glowed red in the dark.
Its entire presence was grotesque, making one physically uncomfortable.
More than a statue—it looked like some malformed creature.