"What the hell is this place?"

"Am I going to hell?"

Xie Chen looked at the huge red flame in front of him, and said to himself unconsciously anymore.

But just by saying these words, I can't hear them clearly, as if I am already deaf.

"Are you finally going to be free? I don't have to stay in this hellish place anymore. ”

"The more you go to the back, the more muddy it becomes, and I don't want to die......"

Xie Chen said bitterly, and then closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

As the surrounding trembled, the cliff seemed to be about to melt under the scorching flames.

A stream of flames spread from the ground, like a demon, and rushed towards Xie Chen, who could still stand on the ground in a trance.

The water on his body was evaporated almost instantly, followed by the flames that spread up, and the whole person was swallowed up in an instant.

Standing in place, Xie Chen, who was almost unconscious, immediately let out a painful scream.

The flames were devouring all the flesh and blood on his body, and his clothes turned to char in an instant.

The two pieces of gravel in his hand came out of his hand at this time, and fell to the ground with a click, as if they had directly turned into crystals.

His whole body had become dark, and even under the scorching flames, there began to be a sound of bubbling oil.

At this time, I could hear the ticking sound of my own ears, as if the pocket watch was still running under the flames.

Under the influence of the weird, he has completely lost consciousness, and the voice he heard is only a funeral song before he dies.

The surroundings turned into a flash of white light, and his body became illusory, as if his current perspective was like a third person, silently watching everything go on.

As the illusory self vanished, the surrounding flames dissipated.

Standing by and watching all this, Xie Chen, looked down at his hands.

only to find out that it was actually substantial.

"Am I not dead yet?"

Xie Chen laughed at himself with a wry smile, he really didn't want to experience the torture of the strange world anymore, all kinds of rules were intertwined, and it consumed his brain too much.

If you stay any longer, even if you don't go crazy, you will suffer from schizophrenia.

But in the blink of an eye, the pocket watch reappeared in the palm of his hand.

Xie Chen glanced at it with a smile, only to feel a little incredible.

I found this thing in the room where I was dissatisfied with roundworms when I was cleaning the old house left by my grandfather.

I heard my mother say that my grandfather had been in a state of madness for the first two years before he died.

When I was younger, almost in my sixties, I was indeed living with my family.

It wasn't until he returned to the countryside alone that there was no movement at all.

Even he, who is usually the most fond of writing letters, has not received a letter from his grandfather for three or four years in the village.

I can now be 100% sure that during this period of time, my grandfather definitely entered this strange world by mistake.

But it should be a disaster, otherwise it would not have been possible to go through such a long period of time, and even be able to return to the real world.

But the mental madness behind it is estimated to be the sequelae left in this strange world.

Xie Chen sighed, and found that there was no announce, nor did he return to the mourning hall.

He was still standing in the same position where the white light was all around, and there was no change in his surroundings.

"No, if you're dead, you should report a failure to clear the customs now."

"At least I'm still conscious, don't trap me here for the rest of my life, what's the point?"

Xie Chen stared at the pocket watch in front of him and complained impatiently.

As he said this, the surrounding environment seemed to hear his own complaints, and began to slowly return to its original state.

Xie Chen looked at the familiar layout around him, and couldn't help but feel a burst of despair in his heart.

Isn't this a goddamn mourning hall again?

It's really like what I thought, it's better to give myself a good time, and I have to go on it again, and I'm not sure what is in the middle that I haven't figured out yet.

If the red fire refers to the fire coming out of the cliff at the end, that kind of thing is the thing that shows the way, then doesn't that mean telling yourself that you have to jump straight into the fire?

But what's the difference between what you just did and jumping into the fire?

It's still a dead word, and there is basically no chance of survival.

Bridges and amulets, both of which have no means of obtain.

The most outrageous thing is the loess alley, and the place itself can get out of the second time, and it all depends on the word luck.

If I really do it again, I won't even die.

"You might as well kill me directly, what's the difference between torturing people?"

Xie Chen roared loudly, hoping that the mechanical broadcast voice would hear his appeal.

Could it be that it is difficult for the Chosen One to seek his own death?

Probably not, right?

But it doesn't work to think about it at all.

The surrounding scene slowly solidified, but if you look closely, it is still a little unreal.

However, Xie Chen quickly recovered from his broken mood, and he obviously felt a little different this time.

It was as if he was kneeling in place, and he didn't smell the rotten, moldy stench.

"What is this?"

Xie Chen looked up and looked around, and he couldn't react for a while.

The surrounding scene slowly floated, and it was the big red coffin in front of him, only this time he didn't kneel in front of it, but stood behind the big red coffin.

In front of it is a posthumous portrait, and because of standing up, the offering table itself can be seen clearly.

The three pillars of incense are burning slowly, and the degree of burning goes hand in hand, and there is no situation like the two long and one short as in the horror movie.

It's just that after seeing the portrait, I was startled.

The photo on the portrait is actually himself.

The more Xie Chen looked at it, the more he felt a little hairy in his heart, this thing really became more and more outrageous the more he looked at it.

Could it be that the person lying in this big red coffin is himself?

Xie Chen turned his head to look at the kneeling person in front of him, but it was still himself.

I'm pressing my head very low, but how can I not tell my own figure?

Xie Chen was a little helpless.

The name of this copy is called the funeral, and it turns out that the fuck is burying himself.

Xie Chen patted his shoulder unhappily, and then slowly walked in front of the big red coffin, gently pressed his hand on the coffin board, and then pushed forward hard.

I saw that there was no one in the coffin, and in the empty red coffin, there was only a dented handprint.

In fact, it can't be said to be a mudra, more precisely, it should actually be a mold according to the mudra.

"In this case, could it be that I still cleared the customs?"

Xie Chen muttered a little unconfidently.

If this is really possible, then this copy is no different from Bai Yu, he basically didn't find too many important clues, and even spent most of his time gambling in a muddy nightmare.

Xie Chen pressed his palm on the mold, and saw that the inside of the entire red coffin began to sink, and then there was a bang.

The surrounding scene immediately turned into foam, as if it had exploded directly.

Xie Chen hurriedly raised his hands to block his eyes, and everything in front of him fell into a burst of white light, and then turned into nothingness.

This time, I remembered the familiar sound of the broadcast.

But there is still no emotion.,It's just conveying the general process of the weird world.,

[Congratulations to the Chosen One for clearing the funeral dungeon.] 】

[Clearance Evaluation: Normal.] 】

[According to the number of dungeons experienced, the Chosen One will have time to return to the real world, and when the return time comes, they will return to the world of strange tales to participate in the dungeon.] 】

After hearing this, Xie Chen immediately became excited, and even couldn't believe his ears.

My performance in clearing the customs this time is really very stretched, and there is really no objection to being rated as an ordinary level, and I don't even expect any rewards.

But the following sentence makes me feel like I'm dreaming.

Can you bring yourself back to the real world?

Despite the time limit, I was able to see my loved ones, so I wouldn't die in this weird world all the time, and I had to think carefully about what I did.

Xie Chen sat on the ground with his legs developed, and even the connected system broadcast was not particularly clear.

[Based on the evaluation of all previous dungeons, this dungeon will be settled with the corresponding rewards in the future.] 】

[The pocket watch will no longer exist as an entity, and can be given a corresponding way of existence according to the host's own needs.] 】

[The pocket watch will be additionally modified to be used only once per copy.] 】

[Modification features include, but are not limited to, environment, temperature, object, ability, time, frequency, and language.] 】

[The Chosen One will have a 24-hour break in the real world, and when the time comes, they will re-enter the world of strange stories.] 】

【Please arrange the remaining time.】 】

As the last voice disappeared, the surrounding void gradually rippled and slowly turned into a substance.

Xie Chen still sat on the ground in disbelief, looking at the walls and dust that appeared around him, and even the counters and brooms in front of him.

"It's ......"

"This is Grandpa's room?"

Xie Chen stood up with a surprised face, stroking the dust on the table with his hand, only feeling like he was in a dream.

Immediately, he reached out and pinched his cheek, and the sharp pain hit his head, and after swallowing his saliva, he was sure that he was not dreaming.

Tick tock.

There was a mechanical turning sound of the clock, and Xie Chen hurriedly looked at the ground.

The pocket watch lay calmly where he had just sit.

"Is everything that just happened true?"

Xie Chen muttered to himself, bent down, and picked up the pocket watch on the ground.

"Xie Chen, have you cleaned up over there?"

Xie Chen was startled, and it was a girl's voice that sounded.