this is not a joke

Chapter 526 There is still a lamp!

The most unbearable thing in Wei An's life is the messy hair. How easy is it to maintain the textured perm hairstyle?What's more, it still started to fall off like it is now!
As soon as he lowered his head, a strand of hair slowly fell from his eyes.

At first, I thought it wasn't my hair, but when I reached out to touch it, another handful of hair was caught in my hand.

He quickly ran to the mirror in the bathroom and took a look, only to find that a piece of scalp had been exposed where he touched it.

"I..." Wei An was shocked, "Could it be that I will rot directly into a living corpse? And a bald living corpse?"

Taking two steps back, now Wei An dare not touch any part of his body anymore, otherwise he is worried that not only the hair will continue to fall out, but even the flesh will fall off as soon as he touches it.

The corrosion in the "Yi Zhuang" scene spread to Wei An, indicating that he had indeed stayed there just now. After the scene there collapsed, he returned to the "Locked Door" scene for some reason.

But this "locking the door" scene seems to have been restored to its original state, except that the few plot characters were not seen.

His own rot is enough to prove that Wei An has indeed broken the rule center of "Yi Zhuang".

"Could it be that these two scenes are in the center of different rules? There are two rules in this strange story?" Wei An was secretly surprised and kept guessing.

"Impossible. No matter how special the ghost story is, there is only one set of operating rules. If there are two sets of rules, it is better to divide it into two ghost stories and develop separately."

Now Wei An is very clear that these ghost stories are considered alive, and each has its own way of benefiting its own development and growth. If there are two sets of rules in one ghost story that interfere with each other, it is better to divide it into two ghost stories and develop independently.

For example, in the city ghost story where the black and white girl is located, there must be other ghost stories, large and small, but they all operate under the big rules of the city. Based on these rules, strange stories such as libraries, hospitals, crematoria, and crossroads appear.

Wei An guessed, could it be that the rules of the strange story of the Yizhuang were small, and the rules of the strange story of the locked door were big, and the rules of the Yizhuang were destroyed, but they were still accommodated by the rules of the locked door.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was impossible. No matter how special this strange story was, it would not be so special. I felt that it was no longer a strange story, even the main one.

Wei An felt a little cold now, especially the part where the air was leaking.

"The rule center of Yizhuang must have been destroyed, and there is only one rule center for this strange story, there can't be two, otherwise it will be two strange stories." Wei'an was determined in his heart.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, the sky turned from morning to dusk, and he was already sitting on the sofa in the living room unconsciously.

He lowered his head and glanced at his hands. A large amount of flesh had begun to rot, turning red and green, and emitting an unpleasant smell.

Hair was also continuously falling from the top of his head, and Wei An didn't dare to look in the mirror again.

Until the sky completely darkened, the surroundings were gradually wrapped in darkness.

Wei An stood up, walked to Binbin's small bedroom, and glanced at the items in these rooms.

Looking at the current situation, I may support it until around ten o'clock in the evening at most, and this body will completely rot into a pile of bones.

He carefully rolled up his sleeves. Not only was the skin and flesh of this arm rotten, but he could even clearly see maggots crawling in it. There were a bunch of them, and the number couldn't be counted.

But he couldn't feel any pain, and his whole body was numb.

Soon he suppressed the worries and fears in his heart again, and forced his thoughts back to the problem he was analyzing just now.

"Or, the scenes in these two ghost stories have common characteristics?" Wei An still couldn't help thinking again, "The oil lamp that never goes out, the incense stick that never stops burning..."

This is a characteristic of the Yizhuang scene. I haven't been able to quit the ghost talk. Does this mean that the rules of the whole ghost talk have not been completely destroyed in fact, and there are still some tails left.

Or the last, and most critical step, was ignored by myself.

If the feature is related to "lights", Wei An turned his head and glanced at all the lights in the room. He remembered that these lights could be turned on at night when he wanted to. If you want to close it, you will not be affected at all.

There seems to be no regularity in this, and it is completely different from the oil lamp and incense sticks.

Even if the light in the master bedroom had been on after entering it once, it didn't matter. Of course, he could turn it off at any time.

And after entering the "locking the door" scene for the second time, because all the items were restored to their original state, the lights in the master bedroom had already been turned off.

To be on the safe side, Wei An turned on all the lights in the room, including the bathroom and kitchen, no matter if it was a chandelier, a table lamp, or a bedside lamp, and then turned them off again.

He found no unusual changes.

Not long after, he seemed to feel something in his heart, and turned his head to look out the window at the small street lamp on the road inside the community.

At night the light would come on and stay on until it went out at dawn the next day, then it would come on again as dusk fell and transitioned into night, and so on.

Wei An stared blankly at the not-so-bright street light outside the window. Because the brightness was not enough, the area covered by it was very narrow, and it was not so conspicuous in a community completely surrounded by night.

"Could it be that this street lamp has never actually been extinguished, and has been burning like the oil lamp or incense stick in Yizhuang?" Wei An's doubts arose in his heart, "It's just because the street lamps are not bright enough. As a result, it seems to be off after dawn, but in fact, it has to go under the street lamp and observe carefully to find that it has been on all the time!"

After this thought arose, Wei An suddenly felt his head roar, and the head of the black cat representing the fear totem appeared.

Tried after he re-entered this room, not only was the inventory open empty, but the black cat was also invisible until now it finally came out.

The long-lost sense of familiarity came, and Wei An immediately patted the cat's head in his mind. This black cat has always been very independent in character. After being touched, it immediately shook its head and made a sound that only Wei An can heard the cry.

At the same moment, Wei An felt a slight vibration in the inventory, and opened it to see that all the items had returned, or they had always been there, but they could only be seen at this moment.

He immediately took out the Golden Wing Flying Blade, controlled it mentally, and stabbed at the street lamp that was always on in the community through the window.

The flying blade passed through the closed window in an instant, and because the speed was too fast, it only left a small hole in the window glass, and quickly came under the street light, made a turn, and rushed straight up.

With a bang, the street lamp burst instantly and the lights went out.

A thick darkness engulfed the area covered by its original light, and the golden winged flying blade flew back quickly.

The room where Wei An was located, including the buildings in the entire community, began to decay, disintegrate, and fall off again at this moment.

"That's it, it's done!"

Wei An was excited, and just as he was about to try to contact his father again, his eyes went dark in the next second, and he disappeared in place.

"Do not--"

An old woman crying and howling sounded throughout the community, echoing faintly, and together with those corrupt buildings, they eventually turned into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)