Following the ghosts of the ghost film critics, through the narrow stone road, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein walked for a long time in the "city" full of stone huts, and suddenly a small two-story building shrouded in pale fog suddenly appeared in front of them.

Although in the overworld this kind of building can only be classified as a "hut", in this dungeon with no high-rise buildings, such a building can be called a "mansion".

The walls of the small building are iron-gray, not square, but cylindrical like a tower, with some black marks on the walls, suspected to be coagulated blood marks.

Seeing that several ghosts had already floated through the door panel, Zhang Luo stepped forward and pushed open the old wooden door.

The first thing that caught my eye was darkness, and an indescribable musty smell came to his face, as if the smell in an ordinary damp room had been amplified dozens of times, which made Zhang Luo suddenly feel "relaxed and happy", and coughed very appropriately.

"It's a place." He grumbled.

Frankenstein didn't react as a cyborg, just stepped forward and stared at the "thing" floating in the middle of the room.

It was a white mist that was constantly circulating, and in it you could see a twisted and intricate pattern, and I don't know what it was. Strangely, after floating into the house, the ghosts from the "Ghost Film Review Group" suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?"

Seeing that thing that was a bit like a common "combat power tester" in novels, Zhang Luo tried to stretch out his right hand and touch the white mist.

As expected, there was a line of big red characters, appearing in the void above the white mist without warning. In a text similar to Lishu, a part of his "attribute data" is displayed:

Name: Luo Zhang.

Gender: Male.

Life/Death:?

Faction: Chaos Kindness.

Seeing these lines of text, the girl in blue standing next to her said coldly: "You are actually a kind attribute." ”

"Of course, I've always been a good person." Zhang Luo took a step back as he spoke, and the words above the white mist disappeared immediately.

Frankenstein stretched out his little pale hand and pressed it against the cloud, and as before, some red letters appeared:

Name: Victor. Frankenstein.

Gender:?

Life/Death: Death.

Faction: Order and Evil.

Witnessing Frankenstein's data, Zhang Luo rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "It seems that this machine seems to be old......

If this is something that the ghosts use to detect the identity of "outsiders", it is normal to not be able to judge the gender and life and death of robots. But there was a question mark in his life and death column, which still made Zhang Luo a little concerned.

Just as he stepped forward to test it again, the swirling white mist disappeared, and then, in the confined space of the cylindrical building, an eerie female voice was heard:

"Registration is complete, welcome to the location of the Ghost Society, now you can move freely around the city, have fun."

At the same time as the voice rang out, the wooden door behind them suddenly opened, and a pale light cast in, leaving a dark silhouette on the floor.

"Let's go? I'm a little concerned about this place. Zhang Luo said to Frankenstein.

-- The eerie and oppressive atmosphere of this place, although very much in line with his imaginary ghost living state, is obviously far from the "warm family" that the members of the ghost film jury said. And the ghosts here don't seem to be like the sign at the door, where they can "come when you want to come, go when you want". It's more like being bound by something.

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo raised his head and was about to ask a local "resident" about it, when he saw a headless white shadow floating in the direction of the cylindrical building, so he immediately shouted: "Wait a minute." ”

The headless guy turned around, the lower half of his body was almost translucent, and the white clothes on his chest were still mottled with blood, and he didn't know how he saw things and made sounds, but he did make a hoarse male voice:

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

"We're new here, we're unfamiliar with the place, and we want to ask about the situation here." Zhang Luo said politely.

"I don't know, I'm new like you." The headless ghost said, "I just came in, and I was about to register." ”

Seeing that the headless ghost was about to float into the house to register, Zhang Luo thought about it and asked a question that seemed to be very taboo for ghosts:

"May I ask how you died? Why should you come here? ”

As soon as these words came out, the already heavy air in the ghost town seemed to suddenly condense, and the headless ghost froze in place for a while, and then whispered: "You don't understand the rules......

"Well, we're new here." Zhang Luo pretended to be "innocent" and repeated it again, while quietly opening the storage space and taking out a small microwave gun for ghosts.

“……”

The blood marks on the headless ghost's clothes seemed to have suddenly increased, and just when Zhang Luo was already about to make a move, the guy let out a long sigh and softened his tone a little:

"Forget it, you look like you were the same as when I first died...... You must have just found out that you were dead, right? ”

"Yes." Realizing that the other party didn't realize that he wasn't a ghost, Zhang Luo immediately nodded.

"I died in a car accident and my head was crushed by a truck tire. I had just stood up, wondering how I had been run over by a truck and nothing had happened, and then I saw my body fall under the tires of the car, and the ground was covered in blood. The headless ghost laughed rudely: "As for why I came here, of course it's because I've heard that the treatment here is good, and you guys are the same, right?" ”

"Uh-huh." Zhang Luo nodded yes.

"You look like a young couple, but I still remind you not to ask how others died. Otherwise, you will be miserable, and there are not many kind-hearted people like Lao Tzu. The headless ghost sighed and then turned and floated into the cylindrical "registry".

Until the figure of the guy disappeared, Frankenstein, who had been silent, finally spoke: "Not a couple. ”

"You're wrong, aren't you?" Zhang Luo stretched out his hand and knocked on the mechanical girl's little head: "The question now is, is this place the so-called 'ghost paradise'?" ”

Since the ghost he had just encountered was also new, he didn't get any useful information other than learning about the other party's death. This dungeon, which is made of small stone houses, is still very strange in Zhang Luo's opinion.

Looking at the neatly arranged square stone houses on the street, Zhang Luo walked around one of the stone houses, and did not see any doors and windows for ordinary people to enter and exit, only a small hole the size of a needle point, which appeared diagonally above the wall, and even a micro drone could not get into it.

"There's not even a door, and the houses here are really built for ghosts." Zhang Luo shook his head, then suddenly thought of something, looked back at Frankenstein, and said with a smile: "I'm going to go in and 'visit' the owner of the house and ask what happened." ”

"I'm here to help." Frankenstein had a large electric drill with a drill bit full two meters long.

"No, if you demolish the house, it will attract the attention of other ghosts."

Zhang Luo stopped Frankenstein's barbaric behavior, and his tone was unabashedly confident: "Actually, I have already thought of a way to enter the house. (To be continued.) )