Chapter 20: Volume 1 Chapter 20: How to Capture the Proud Ghost King? (1)

The setting sun was almost completely swallowed by darkness; a van drove along a steep dirt road, with desolate mountains on both sides, weeds growing wildly, and a gloomy thickness exuding an unknown terror.

There were six people in the van, none of them knowing each other, having only exchanged two sentences on some chat platform; among them were two streamers and three horror novel writers.

The remaining one is a materialist, often going to places rumored to have ghosts to take photos proving that ghosts simply cannot exist in this world.

That materialist person was sitting in the last seat of the van, wearing a fisherman's hat, short-sleeve shirt and long pants, an ordinary person's outfit.

The horror novelist sitting in front of her, Yang Shun, turned his head and said, "Xiao Jiang, we're almost there, wake up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the van suddenly braked hard; the people inside lurched and collided, not having time to cry out in pain, and the streamer Su Xiao Zhi in the driver's seat cursed.

Damn, what a crazy woman in this ghostly place!

Not far from the front of the van stood an old man holding a cane, muttering to himself, his whole face covered by long hair like withered vines.

In the remote wilderness, suddenly appearing such an old man would frighten any normal person.

Su Xiao Zhi, fuming, opened the car door intending to get out and vent his emotions.

The passenger-side streamer Lan Man'an grabbed him, her voice soft and gentle, "Forget it, it's very late; let's hurry into the village."

The softness at his wrist instantly dispelled Su Xiao Zhi's anger; he restrained himself, but upon looking up he discovered that the old man in front of the van had vanished.

He didn't know when the old man had left.

He didn't say anything else, started the engine, and drove toward their destination.

Jiang Zhi, who had awakened in the back seat, had heavy eyelids, a dazed head, and her body felt somewhat weak.

She was very familiar with this feeling, the negative aftereffects of staying up all night and then catching up on sleep.

She adjusted her fisherman's hat that had almost been knocked off, sat upright, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and glanced at the time.

It was 7:42 at night.

"Brother Seven, what was the ending of the male lead Mu Chi in the previous world?"

777: "With the help of the antagonist Huo Yin, they found evidence to kill Jiang Jiang, resulting in a death sentence."

Jiang Zhi: Comfortable.

She shifted her attention to the few people in the van, looking at the unfamiliar and unknown situation, she closed her eyes, accepting the original host's memories and the plot.

The original host's name was Jiang Zhi, nineteen years old; her parents had died, leaving a substantial inheritance, and her only relative, her grandmother, raised her.

Because her parents' deaths were suspected to be caused by ghosts and gods, she has believed in science since childhood, never believing in those illusory things, and even less believing that her parents were killed by ghosts.

She didn't know the other five people in the van, but they all came here because of the ghost legend of West Water Village.

West Water Village is a remote ancient village in River Origin Province, near the vast Mount Deep Kun, the largest in the country by area; legend says an evil demon is sealed within the mountain, and once unsealed it will bring harm to all directions.

The original host naturally didn't believe it, so she teamed up with others, bringing a camera to take photos that would prove the legend was nonsense.

But to the original host's surprise, the mountain truly sealed a ghost, and it was a Ghost King who had cultivated for ten thousand years; in his previous life he was a cruel and heartless emperor who personally led campaigns, slaughtering countless enemies, decisive in killing, and took pleasure in killing.

Until he was poisoned to death, turned into a murderous ghost, slaughtering everyone in the city, and was finally sealed in Mount Deep Kun by several cultivators who exerted all their effort.

While the original host and her team were on the mountain, they encountered an earthquake, fell into a deep pit, inadvertently broke the Ghost King's seal, and were killed on the spot by the Ghost King.

Her death was gruesome.

From then on, the Ghost King burst out of Mount Deep Kun; the first thing he did was kill, kill.

Jiang Zhi took a bottle of mineral water from her bag, drank a large gulp, her fingers trembling as she said, "Brother Seven, in the previous world Huo Yin was still human, but in this world the antagonist is not human at all; are you really trying to get me a boxed lunch?"

Everyone in this van is cannon fodder, rushing to be sent to their deaths.

777 said seriously: "You must believe in yourself."

Jiang Zhi thought for a moment and then asked it a very serious question.

"I'm afraid of ghosts; the kind that makes me cry on the spot."

777: "."

It's over; they're preparing to switch hosts.

777, afraid that saying more later would discourage her, said in advance: "In this world someone has set things up for you, so you need not fear ghosts."

Jiang Zhi: "Did that discourage me more?"

The van finally stopped.

Not far outside the van window, a faint light glimmered; by moonlight she could make out the village's rough outline.

The village was built at the foot of the mountain, with white walls and green tiles, ancient-style houses, giving off that sense of era only seen in films and dramas; stepping into the village, there was a feeling of entering an ancient village.

Many people took out their phones and started filming the village, their faces full of novelty.

The village chief who led them in opened his mouth, "Our village has never before had outsiders come to visit this year."

The village chief's words carried a strong accent; he struggled to speak Mandarin, but it sounded like a foreigner speaking Mandarin.

Barely understandable.

The oldest writer among the six, Xie Mingming, said: "Sorry to bother you for a while; thank you."

The village chief smiled faintly: "It's fine, it's fine; our village warmly welcomes you."

Arriving at their temporary lodging, it was a one-story brick-and-tile house in the south of the village.

Before they arrived, they had contacted the village chief; the six of them pooled funds, and the village chief and villagers took care of their meals daily, and even this house was made available by a villager.

There happened to be three rooms; the two girls shared one, and the remaining four guys took two per room.

The village is remote, facilities are backward; washing up requires drawing water from the pump, and using the toilet means going to the outhouse behind the house.

Lan Man'an glanced around the room, her expression full of disdain; the small suitcase she carried clashed with the building.

"What smell? It's awful." She didn't even want to step inside.

The room didn't actually have a bad odor; rather, it had a musty furniture smell mixed with dust, making it unpleasant to inhale.

Jiang Zhi walked to the window beside the bed, opened the glass window; fortunately there was a layer of screen covering it, otherwise outside mosquitoes would fly in.

The room had only one bed, and against the wall corner was a table covered with thick dust.

The weather was sultry, and even at night the temperature didn't drop; the room had no air conditioning, let alone an electric fan, so they could only rely on manually fanning.

Jiang Zhi filled a clean water bucket with water, carried the bucket to the outdoor socket to boil it.

She had been sweating all the way, her clothes soaked and sticky, feeling very uncomfortable.

She brought the water to the washroom, Jiang Zhi used a bag to hang the change of clothes on the door handle, then immediately began to undress and take a bath.

Suddenly.

A slender chilly wind blew past her ears, passing through the fine pores and bringing waves of cold.

Jiang Zhi's motion abruptly halted, her body tensed up, and she dared not move a muscle.

"Qi Qi Qi Qi Ge!!"

777 Lan Lan lazily replied: "Summoning?"

The washroom was cramped and tiny, with only a window facing outward; she stood near the door and could clearly see that the window was closed.

Where did that wind come from???