See the Law of Deception

Chapter 288 New Life

Chapter 288 New Life (9)

The scene on the train didn't last long; after all, it was just a dream, not a recording.

It was as if the world flickered; in the blink of an eye, the scene before me had completely changed.

What appeared before Lu Jinzhao was a village.

Judging from the appearance alone, she had no idea where this was, and had only seen these stilted houses on television or in geographical pictures.

Lu Xingchun and Yu Li stood at the entrance of the village; they had probably just gotten off the bus.

Lu Jinzhao noticed that everyone standing outside the village was from the same carriage as Yu Li. This time, only passengers from Anning City came to the Death Platform.

Her perspective began to unfold as she followed Yu Li and Lu Xingchun's actions, seeing them enter the village and receive their first mission.

Within one hour, go to the village chief's house, borrow an earthenware jar, put your blood into the jar, and preserve it intact.

"This task."

"It looks very similar, doesn't it?" the sheepskin pointed out to her.

“Apart from the different forms of expression, it looks essentially the same as our task.”

The first medium to appear on the new platform was clay pots and passengers' blood, but now, watching videos on the platform seems more harmless, at least more deceptive than putting blood in.

But in essence, they are all just tricks played by ghosts to toy with passengers.

The fact that it has become more "harmless" only means that the ghost is becoming more powerful.

Following Lu Xingchun and Yu Li, who had no intention of disobeying their mission, they arrived at the village chief's house.

The village chief is quite old, and whether it's due to neglect or the recent rainy season, a strange, fishy smell, along with the stench of something rotting, emanates from her stilted house.

The smell was almost rotten, but the elderly people seemed completely oblivious to it, their expressions remaining unchanged. Lu Xingchun was able to control his expression, but Yu Li's pupils trembled slightly as she entered the room, overwhelmed by the strong odor. Fortunately, she managed to control her facial muscles and didn't show any exaggerated expressions.

Only her rapidly flaring nostrils revealed that she was trying to breathe lightly, attempting to make the strong stench less pungent.

The old woman was hunched over, and beneath her layered skin were cloudy eyes. Her voice was slow and hoarse, as if she were whispering in their ears.

"Come here."

- squeak

It was the sound of rotten wood unable to bear the weight as people climbed the stairs.

The old man led several people upstairs and pushed open a closed door.

The moment the door was pushed open, even though Yu Li had tried her best, she couldn't help but swallow hard and almost made a sound of nausea.

It wasn't that she couldn't stand it, nor that she hadn't smelled a bad odor before; it was just that the smell in this room was simply too overwhelming!

It wasn't just a simple fishy stench; it contained a strange, pungent odor, like a smell etched into human DNA that we resist. Even though she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel incredibly nauseous and resistant.

The room was pitch black. The old man went inside and carried out a brown earthenware pot, about the height of an adult's calf, big enough to fit a person's head. The mouth of the pot was slightly constricted but not narrow; one could easily put their hands inside without getting stuck.

After placing one down, the old man went back into the house and continued to bring out identical earthenware pots until the number of passengers matched the number of those arriving.

"You can choose for yourselves."

After she finished speaking, Yu Li's eyes flashed with shrewdness as she stepped forward to look inside the earthenware pots.

Nothing unusual.

Dry, empty. She turned around, looking up at Lu Xingchun: "It's all the same."

"Then choose whichever you like." Lu Xingchun nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll take this one."

Yu Lizhen casually picked up the nearest earthenware pot and placed it aside. After observing it carefully, she chose one that she found pleasing to the eye and moved it to Lu Xingchun's feet.

“Use this,” she said.

“Okay.” Lu Xingchun nodded, looking down at the earthenware pot that had been moved to the side. Indeed, as Yu Li had said, it looked no different.

“You can find a place to stay yourselves. There aren’t many people in the village, and there are empty houses everywhere, but you can’t come into this house without permission.” The village chief’s hoarse voice came from the side. After doing this, she ignored the outsiders and, with her trembling body, went downstairs.

As she said that, the passengers' attention was drawn more to the door of the room.

However, the fact that the old woman dared to say that and then leave directly, instead of watching them from outside the door, suggests that she wasn't worried about anyone entering without permission after she left.

What's inside?

Nobody wants to open the door at this time; it would be troublesome if they broke any rules.

The perspective shifts again, and the passengers choose to stay in the largest stilted building. Lu Xingchun and Yu Li share a room, and at this moment, they are about to complete their mission.

"They didn't specify how much blood, so should we just put in a tiny bit?"

Yu Li's idea is very simple.

Lu Xingchun looked at the earthenware pot and hummed softly, then reminded him, "The key point should be that it is well-preserved. This earthenware pot is really too fragile."

There seemed to be an unspoken meaning in her words, and Yu Li blinked: "I'll be careful."

After saying that, she took out a small knife, thought for a moment, and decided to make a small incision on her arm.

Although in movies and TV shows, a drop of blood is often taken from the fingertip, the fingertip is actually not a good location. It is full of nerve endings, which increases the pain and risk of infection when drawing blood. Experienced passengers would never take blood from this location when they need it.

A drop of blood dripped from Yu Li's arm into the earthenware jar. This was after she squeezed it hard. When she released her grip, the blood only seeped out in a thin layer, covering the surface of the wound, and would coagulate soon.

Lu Jinzhao tried to "lower her head." The perspective in the dream was too unique. She just tried to do this, and the perspective suddenly dropped, as if she had suddenly bent over to the extreme and buried her face in the mouth of the earthenware pot.

She saw the changes inside the earthenware pot.

The moment Yu Li's drop of blood fell in, the once ordinary bottom of the earthenware pot suddenly became extremely absorbent, either water or blood.

Such a tiny drop of blood rapidly spread out like a spider web at the bottom, then climbed up the inner wall of the earthenware pot, gradually covering the entire inside.

Lu Jinzhao's gaze was entirely focused on the inside of the jar, and for a moment, she even felt as if she were stuffed into this small earthenware jar.

She felt a strange sense of familiarity and dampness.

Lu Jinzhao suddenly looked up to pull herself out of the dream. Even in her dream, she could feel her heart pounding wildly.

She stared incredulously at the mouth of the earthenware jar, as if she were looking at the entrance to some kind of hell.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Why did it elicit such a strong reaction from her?

　I want monthly tickets ouo

　　(End of this chapter)