Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

The people waiting outside realized they couldn’t enter after all and were indeed a bit displeased, but since Zhen Shu came out to personally explain, there wasn’t much they could do even if they were unhappy.

Some left right away because they were impatient, while those with a heavy curiosity lingered nearby looking for distractions, planning to return after an hour.

After persuading the people outside, Zhen Shu had someone close the door. Soon, an attendant took up a black cloth and draped it over the windows, plunging the house into complete darkness.

The people sitting inside the room were somewhat perplexed and started whispering to each other, feeling this was all rather novel—what sort of affair required such darkness? Zang Lin was particularly curious, observing the scene intently.

He had long noticed that everyone was facing a blank wall, which looked strange no matter how one saw it.

Soon, a beam of light suddenly illuminated the wall, a light Zang Lin was familiar with—it was from a Memory Stone. During their lessons, their master often used Memory Stones to explain coursework, and Zang Lin had grown accustomed to seeing it.

Could the movie possibly be this object? Zang Lin’s heart suddenly sank with disappointment, suspecting he might have been tricked. Just then, a figure appeared within the Memory Stone.

It was a young man with a tired expression, carrying a simple bamboo box, walking along a muddy country road.

Other pedestrians passed by, casting looks in the direction the man walked. One man, puzzled, looked at this man and asked his companion beside him, ”Who is this person? Doesn’t he know that road leads to the ghost house?”

The man’s companion looked at the man’s back and replied, ”Hey, don’t you know? He’s the owner of that old house. Rumor has it, he lost money in business, squandered everything, and had to return to live in the old house.”

”How pitiful he is—it’s said that ghost house can claim lives. Do you think we should remind him?”

”Would reminding help? We’ve tried warning people going to the ghost house before, but has anyone listened?”

With such a beginning, Zang Lin’s interest was piqued a little —there’s a ghost house. Yet, what’s there to fear about a ghost house? As a Xuan Master, he’s not afraid of ghosts and such.

Soon, the perspective returned to the previous man, who stood before a desolate, ruined, weed-covered old house and raised a hand to push the door open.

The door creaked as it was pushed open by the man, revealing a dusty room inside, with the airborne dust stimulating a sneeze from the man.

While the man sneezed, a footprint suddenly appeared on the ground out of thin air, causing his eyes to widen with fear. At the same time, a bizarre music emanated from the Memory Stone.

Zang Lin had never heard such music before, but it was eerie and terrifying, lending a chilling effect when combined with the protagonist’s horrified expression and the constant appearance of footprints.

Zang Lin, who initially didn’t find the scene scary, suddenly felt a tingling sense, as if it was a bit frightening!

Zang Lin was the bravest of them all; he only found it somewhat scary. Yet among the viewers, ordinary people who didn’t practice cultivation were already screaming in fright.

While watching horror films, the screams of the people beside you can be much scarier than the special effects in the film itself. The screaming person successfully startled the two people sitting next to him into shouting as well.

Sitting in the front, Zang Lin was also startled by the scream behind him, but he couldn’t bother to turn and check because the row of footprints turned a corner, with the toes facing forward, advancing towards the man.

The man, terrified, fell to the ground, scrambling backwards on hands and knees, yet the footprints advanced faster and soon arrived in front of him.

Just then, a terrifying face with disheveled hair appeared, its horrific visage close-up, looming enormously over the entire wall!

Such an abrupt appearance of a ghostly face, paired with the eerie background sound and the man’s sorrowful screams, instantly prompted several people to scream aloud.

Zang Lin was startled, his body jolting, almost losing composure to scream as well, but fortunately, he held back just in time, avoiding embarrassment.

On screen, after the man’s scream, all sound vanished, leaving only darkness. People in the room couldn’t help but chatter anxiously, worrying whether the man was scared to death.

Since it was filmed with a Memory Stone, many people didn’t know what a movie was, taking it all as real and feeling concern.

However, their worry didn’t last long; soon the screen lit up again, changing the scene from broad daylight to a starry night sky, with the man lying in the open courtyard of the old house.

The man, touching his head, rose and looked at the old house, which in the dark appeared fuzzy like a monster, its open door resembling the monster’s gaping maw, inexplicably bleak.

Trembling in fear, the man circled in the courtyard. The cold night wind caused him to shiver, and after some time, he seemed to resolve himself, reaching to retrieve a fluorite which could illuminate the night.

But the fluorite’s light was bluish, and on such a night, instead of providing safety, it added a further layer of eerie atmosphere.

With possibly nowhere else to go, despite having been frightened earlier, the man carried his bamboo box, cautiously entered the house, cleaned the bed a little, and settled down to sleep.

As the man lay down, a figure of a girl with disheveled hair, bleeding from her orifices, with a twisted face suddenly appeared, slowly approaching the man, standing by his bedside.

Accompanied by the sudden hastening of bizarre background music, everyone’s hearts raced with concern for the man. After standing for a while, the girl’s body suddenly stiffened and slowly levitated straight upwards, swiftly flying out of view.

Such a departure—was unprecedented, not even a Xuan Master had seen someone with such a rigid body yet capable of rising straight up. For a moment, everyone was filled with trepidation.

Thankfully, apart from the girl’s solitary appearance, the night remained peaceful. Early the next morning, the man sat up, temporarily dazed on the bed before he got up to clean the house.

He cleaned the dusty room, but upon cleaning the spider webs on the wall, he discovered a section of the wall’s skin peeling away.

Curious, the man reached out and peeled it off, revealing a cluster of blood stains on the wall. His fingers froze, and after a while, he gritted his teeth, reaching out again to peel the wall’s skin little by little.

With the wall’s skin disappearing, more bloodstains emerged, and eventually, as the bloodstains were fully uncovered, a large ”death” character written in fresh blood was revealed on the wall!

Shocked, the man stepped back, and simultaneously, he suddenly heard a girl’s gentle, melodic laugh behind him!