Then the nose, the mouth... He tried to paint them as delicately as possible, comparing them from time to time with the corpse beside him.

According to Zhang Junyu's analysis, the most difficult part of painting the face of the paper figure should be the eyes, and also the most dangerous!

So he planned to leave the eyes for last, so that even if something went wrong, he could complete the task as quickly as possible.

And once the task was over, he would be out of danger.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Suddenly, Zhang Junyu, who was bending over and concentrating on painting the lips of the paper figure, twitched his ears.

He seemed to hear a strange sound, like... someone was walking inside the ancestral hall, stepping on rotten wooden boards.

"Creak—"

This time Zhang Junyu heard it clearly. There was no mistake, something was coming in from outside!

His first reaction was Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess) mentioned by Yu Chengmu, but the strange thing was that he didn't hear the sound of bells.

"Creak—"

The sound was getting closer, undoubtedly coming for him, but what had he done wrong?

Holding the paintbrush, Zhang Junyu forced himself to calm down. He knew the principle that the more chaotic he was, the faster he would die.

Holding his breath, he tiptoed to the back of the white curtain, gently pulled it open a crack, and looked out.

He had to figure out what this guy outside was at least.

But to his surprise, it was quiet outside, with nothing there.

"Nothing..."

What's more frightening than a ghost suddenly appearing? It's the ghost disappearing silently.

Zhang Junyu's face couldn't help but twitch. He suddenly remembered something a senior had told him.

A person has three hun and seven po (ethereal and corporeal souls), and the family must wait for the hun and po to return to their places before arranging the burial of the corpse.

Otherwise, on the seventh day after death, the lost hun and po will come looking for them. At best, the family will be plagued by bad luck and be weak and sick, and at worst, there will be bloodshed and the family will be destroyed.

And the hun and po of those who died unjustly are even more terrifying. They are unwilling in their hearts and will haunt everyone they meet.

People in the Yin-Yang business call this kind of fierce soul a wangsi ling (spirit of unjust death).

Could it be... this corpse in front of him had been buried before?

Zhang Junyu walked quickly to the corpse and, by the candlelight, began to check. Finally, under the wooden frame on which the corpse was placed, he found some soil.

He twisted it with his fingers and put it under his nose. Zhang Junyu's face changed drastically.

Sure enough!

This was no ordinary soil, but grave soil!

This corpse had been placed in a coffin and buried, but was later dug up again.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. Zhang Junyu stood up tremblingly, approached the corpse, and carefully observed the corpse's neck, as if to confirm something.

After a moment, the thing he was most worried about finally happened.

There were severe bending and squeezing marks on the corpse's neck. Zhang Junyu's face was ashen, this corpse was actually buried in a vertical coffin!

Usually, burying a corpse requires stability, with the coffin placed flat and the corpse lying in it, as if asleep.

But the coffin containing this corpse was actually buried vertically, and even more strangely, the corpse was head down, standing in the coffin.

The most ominous of the ominous!

He didn't know whose idea it was. No wonder the corpse had such a strong resentment that it would summon a wangsi ling.

But since it had already happened, it was useless to say anything now. Zhang Junyu forced himself to think.

He was 90% sure that the thing outside was a wangsi ling.

Legend has it that wangsi ling cannot be seen with the naked eye unless corpse oil is used to fumigate the eyelids, or the tears of a dying ox are applied.

Unlike ordinary hun and po, which are formless and intangible, wangsi ling, due to its extreme resentment, can leave footprints, but only when stepping on grave soil can they become visible.

But... there was obviously not enough grave soil here, and the sound of stepping on the wooden boards came again from outside, getting closer and closer to him.

His eyes scanned the narrow space nervously. He thought about ignoring the wangsi ling outside and finishing painting the face of the paper figure in the shortest amount of time.

But there was not enough time at all, and it was easier to make mistakes in a hurry, which might cause even bigger problems.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the incense burner.

Incense ash!

He remembered that incense ash could be used to replace grave soil, and wangsi ling would also leave footprints when stepping on incense ash.

Perhaps the key to this mission was not to paint the face of the paper figure, but how to deal with the wangsi ling.

Without hesitation, Zhang Junyu grabbed a handful of incense ash and sprinkled it behind the cloth curtain, then sprinkled a circle of incense ash around it.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the sound of footsteps also indicated that the wangsi ling had arrived outside the cloth curtain.

Only a thin layer of cloth separated him from it.

One second, two seconds... Zhang Junyu waited nervously. He only knew that wangsi ling would leave footprints on the incense ash, but he didn't know if this could prevent the wangsi ling from harming him.

Finally, after about half a minute, Zhang Junyu was completely relieved.

He never thought that these inconspicuous incense ashes would become his protective circle at this moment.

Zhang Junyu took a few deep breaths, sorted out his thoughts, turned around, and planned to finish painting the face of the paper figure, but just as he raised his brush, a life-threatening footstep suddenly sounded.

The speed was very fast, extremely fast, almost instantly, it came behind him.

......

Wu Family Mansion.

In a side room.

"How... how could this be?" Fatty's voice changed with nervousness.

Not long ago, another sound of clappers rang, and the third person had set off.

According to the mission rules, this meant that the previous two people, Zhang Junyu and Lei Mingyu, had both failed.

In such a world, he knew very well what failure meant.

What exactly did they encounter?

Zhang Junyu and Lei Mingyu were not newcomers, and if a mission that could kill them both fell on him... Fatty rolled his throat, he could already imagine the ending.

Jiang Cheng's focus was not on the difficulty of the mission, but on the time.

Putting down his phone, Jiang Cheng's face was equally ugly, "The first one, Zhang Junyu, had an accident half an hour after the mission started, and Lei Mingyu... he only lasted 25 minutes."

In less than an hour, they had lost two teammates in a row. Jiang Cheng did not expect such a result.

But soon, the fourth sound of clappers rang, it was coming.

Fatty's face instantly turned ashen, and Jiang Cheng's first reaction was to look at his phone.

20 minutes.

A Biao actually only lasted 20 minutes!

Even worse than the previous Lei Mingyu.

"It's over, Doctor, I'm afraid I'm done for this time." Fatty said with a mournful face, "I'd better use this time to say goodbye to you, Doctor, thank you for taking care of me during this time, I may have to accompany Wang Qi and Brother Huai Yi."

"You don't have to worry after I die, I won't be alone with them two. You must defeat the Old President, I... we will be waiting for you in the car!"

"Don't say such discouraging words." Hearing the fourth sound of clappers, Jiang Cheng's face improved slightly, with a hint of strangeness, "Fatty, the situation... may be different from what we thought."