Day of Imprisonment

Wu Rui only understood after hearing what the Rat Taoist said.

“No wonder that no matter how we hid before, the blue-faced ghost drumming would relentlessly find us. It turns out it can sense your existence.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve implicated you. I thought this guy was done for. It was my miscalculation. You go, girl. This matter started because of me, so I should end it.” The Rat Taoist spoke heroically, but his figure was too small, making the scene quite comical.

“Okay, then be careful.” Wu Rui turned around and ran.

“Hey, you’re really leaving?” The Rat Taoist looked back and saw that Wu Rui had already run seven or eight meters away, making him stomp his foot in anger. But soon, he sniffed the air, his face showing doubt.

The sound of the drum in the distance gradually became rapid, but the fierce ghost was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s going on?” The Rat Taoist was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and stepped forward, but he proceeded cautiously and carefully.

After walking about twenty meters, he stopped.

The Rat Taoist suddenly realized that the drumming had stopped.

He didn't move. It was quiet all around. Because it was 'daytime,' the fog locked the sky, and it seemed no different than before. But the Rat Taoist still had some abilities. He had already sensed that something was missing in the fog, and it had dissipated more than before.

“Could it be that the Fog-Enshrouded Sky Ghost was…” A strange expression appeared on the Rat Taoist’s face: “Heh, I knew it. When he comes, he will definitely cause some commotion. Reversing Yin and Yang, confusing the Four Symbols, disturbing the Eight Trigrams – this was originally his masterpiece. Even if he has forgotten, a 'Celestial' is still a 'Celestial.' Even if he is reincarnated, he is still a Celestial.”

“But, why is this drumming ghost still here? Could it be that he didn’t find the long spear to stab it?”

Dong, dong, dong~

Suddenly, the drumming started again, but this time, the sound was somewhat different.

The drumming rhythm was chaotic, and it seemed as if someone was doing it randomly.

“What’s going on?” The Rat Taoist was stunned. He frowned and carefully looked in the direction of the drumming, vaguely seeing a person slowly approaching. The next moment, a bloody and fishy aura rushed over, causing the Rat Taoist’s expression to change drastically.

“Just what kind of ghost is this?”

The figure in front walked closer, revealing its form. It was a woman, dressed in ordinary clothes, covered in blood. The most terrifying thing was that the woman’s stomach was torn open, completely empty. The foul and fishy smell was mostly due to this reason.

Besides that, the woman’s stomach wasn’t completely empty.

There were some dirt remnants.

At this moment, the woman's eyes were strange, holding a small drum, occasionally tapping it lightly, her pale purple face full of playful smiles.

Just looking at her was terrifying, even the Rat Taoist got goosebumps all over his body.

“Ghost Mother? Didn’t that rabbit create this thing? How could it be…” The Rat Taoist was puzzled, but as the fog slowly dissipated, he also saw the movements behind the Ghost Mother. It was the blue-faced drumming ghost, now dismembered, its death tragically unbearable to look at.

“I originally wanted to kill a few more, but I didn’t expect those guys to smell the danger and run away in advance. Fortunately, heaven rewards those who have a heart. Although it’s just a mouse, it’s better than nothing…” The Ghost Mother spoke, sounding like it came from the netherworld.

The Rat Taoist stared at this terrifying Ghost Mother and suddenly said, “You are not an employee within the scene. Who are you? Where is Jiashen? Is there a problem with the scene? Why isn’t he managing it?”

The Rat Taoist shouted the last sentence.

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say that you can’t step into your own managed scene during the game? You’re breaking the rules.” The Ghost Mother said with a sneer.

The one who walked over was the administrator of “Haunted Skyscraper,” who looked like an elementary school student.

At this moment, the 'elementary school student' still had a gloomy expression, first looking at the Ghost Mother, then looking at the Rat Taoist who was being captured.

“The plan went wrong… I didn’t expect him to come. This is too coincidental. It feels like fate is being controlled in the dark. I, I always feel something is wrong!” The 'elementary school student's' tone was a little low, as if he was falling into some kind of trouble and predicament, or as if he was explaining something.

“Who?”

“Who do you think!”

“Oh, haha, just an amnesiac. No matter how high he reached in the past, he is just a newcomer now. During the Day of Imprisonment, this kind of person appears every once in a while. What’s so great about it?” The Ghost Mother said coldly, her tone full of indifference.

“He’s different.” The 'elementary school student' shook his head.

“Jiashen, what exactly are you saying? What did you do?” The Rat Taoist, who was being grabbed, roared at this time.

The 'elementary school student' looked at the Rat Taoist and said helplessly, “Jiazi, why did you run here instead of working properly at the supermarket? Oh, I see, Dingmao asked you to come. It seems that that guy also has ghosts in his heart. He wanted to find insurance, but he harmed you and himself…”

The Rat Taoist tried to struggle, but the Ghost Mother’s hand was like iron pliers, impossible to break free.

“Struggling is useless, Jiazi. This monster is a Ghost Mother nurtured according to the Earth Element attribute scene. The attribute scene he created was aimed at creating a force under 'His' nose that could resist 'Him.' So even you are just like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered in the Ghost Mother’s hands.”

“But, he gave up and terminated this plan…” The Rat Taoist squinted his eyes, his voice very low when he spoke, and he looked around and at the sky from time to time, as if afraid of being heard by certain beings: “Wait a minute, damn it, this, this kind of thing, can it be discussed publicly? Jiashen, are you crazy or stupid? Do you even know what you are doing?”

The 'elementary school student' sneered twice and looked up as well.

“Don’t worry, I am now the administrator of this scene and have completely sealed it off. Even 'He' and those lackeys will definitely not be able to hear it. As for whether you say I’m crazy, I can tell you very clearly, yes, I’m crazy, but in this ghostly place, who is normal? You? Wearing a rat’s skin, have you forgotten that you were once a living person?”

“…” The Rat Taoist widened his rat eyes. He wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out. Suddenly, he reacted and couldn’t help but say, “Jiashen, you wouldn’t… be planning to rebel, would you?”

“Ha, did you just realize that?” The 'elementary school student' smiled, then his expression turned gloomy: “I’ve had enough. Putting aside the time before joining the company, you also know how long I’ve been in the company. That’s enough time to make anyone despair. At first, I also wanted to get promoted step by step, imagining that perhaps, after being promoted, I could come into contact with the real world and leave the Day of Imprisonment. But the promotion channel is gone, and someone told me that no one can leave, and no one can return to reality, so I can only find another way…”

“Who told you that?” The Rat Taoist caught a key point.

“This, I can’t tell you.” The 'elementary school student' shook his head.

“Then, who is this monster?” The Rat Taoist glanced at the Ghost Mother holding him.

“Like-minded friends!”

“Those lunatics from the Eternal Society, right?”

“Since you know, why ask?”

“Because, I’m stalling for time, you bastard!” After the Rat Taoist finished speaking, suddenly, a depression like a wormhole appeared out of thin air behind him. Under a powerful tearing force, the Rat Taoist finally broke free from the Ghost Mother’s restraint and was sucked into the black hole.

The Ghost Mother immediately reached out to grab it. The next moment, the wormhole disappeared, also swallowing one of the Ghost Mother’s fingers.

“It ran away!” The Ghost Mother looked at her missing index finger, her expression also rarely solemn, and said to the 'elementary school student', “If this matter leaks, do you know the consequences?”

“It won’t leak. The place bound by Jiazi’s 'Rat Hole' can only be the supermarket, the area where he works. We will go there immediately and seal off the supermarket… And we were originally aiming for those numbered cards in the supermarket. I spent so much effort to help you become a 'Celestial', now it’s up to you.”

“Don’t worry, I feel good now. Let alone the Six Ding Six Jia, even if 'He', the so-called 'God,' comes, I can kill him.”

“That’s good, let’s go, [Paper Man]. From this cycle day onwards, the Day of Imprisonment will usher in a new chapter!”

Wu Rui stared blankly at the Rat Taoist who appeared out of thin air, her eyes wide open.

“You, how did you get in? This is my hiding place, and I locked the door…”

In a completely closed room with only a wooden door, the Rat Taoist fell to the ground, a piece of fur torn off, revealing bright red flesh, which looked painful.

“It’s bad, it’s bad, this time something really bad is going to happen.” The Rat Taoist, who got up from the ground, muttered in a voice eight degrees higher than before.

At this time, Wu Rui stared at something on the ground, squatted down and looked: “Whose finger is this?”

“The Ghost Mother’s.” The Rat Taoist took a few deep breaths before slowing down, glanced at the finger and said.

“Ghost Mother?” Wu Rui was puzzled: “Isn’t it the blue-faced drumming ghost?”

“The blue-faced ghost was eaten by the Ghost Mother. They’re crazy, these guys are completely crazy. They actually used the method left by 'Him' to create an existence equivalent to a 'Celestial'. They’re going to rebel, and this kind of thing must have been planned for a long time. Damn it, it would be good if that monkey succeeds, but if he fails, it will implicate all of us.”

The Rat Taoist continued to mutter words that Wu Rui didn’t understand, but she had never seen him like this before.

This Rat Taoist was very steady, never so flustered as he was now.

“What exactly happened?” Wu Rui asked.

“Don’t ask, it has nothing to do with you, and you can’t manage it… Wait a minute, maybe someone has a solution. If it’s 'Him', he definitely can.” At this moment, the Rat Taoist was like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a floating board, and his spirits suddenly perked up.

He turned his head and said to Wu Rui, “Tell me, where is Luo Xi?”

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