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Because the basement staircase had not been fitted with handrails, Yan Junze, standing on the staircase, only had to look up to see the ground level of the first floor parallel to his gaze.

At that moment, a pair of white ladies' shoes stood on the ground near the stairs, toes pointing in the direction of the stairs he was on, one end of a dirtied rope dragging on the ground, the other end extending upwards.

From this angle, Yan Junze couldn't see where the other end of the rope was.

However, he could imagine that if the woman were facing the staircase where he stood, the other end of the rope might be wrapped around her neck this very moment.

Yan Junze remembered that the task had mentioned the woman felt a soreness and pain in her neck, requesting help to loosen it.

Now that Ye Zhennan's ghost stood before him, the likelihood of her having hung herself in the basement seemed very small.

As Yan Junze was hesitating, the pair of white ladies' shoes turned around and slowly walked towards the staircase that led to the second floor, the rope on the ground being slowly dragged behind the white shoes.

To Yan Junze, that rope was definitely tied around her neck.

Then, there came the faint sound of footsteps ascending the stairs.

It seemed the woman wanted to tell him that she had hung herself upstairs, not in the basement.

Turning back to the first floor, he shone his flashlight onto the staircase leading to the second floor, and no longer saw the slender, white-shoed feet.

Yan Junze climbed the stairs to the second floor.

The stairs had moss on them, too, but not as severely as the basement stairs; with a bit of caution, he quickly reached the second floor.

This appeared to be a regular living room, with a kitchen, a balcony, and a storage room crammed with sundries.

The living room was spacious; standing in the doorway, Yan Junze illuminated every corner methodically with his flashlight, not missing any spot, and looked up at the ceiling as well. He could not see the rope.

He did not even find a place that seemed suitable for hanging.

At that moment, Yan Junze felt a sudden tingle at the back of his neck, and his hairs stood on end.

Turning his head to look behind, he saw the white ladies' shoes reappear on the staircase leading to the third floor, still dragging the dirty rope beneath them.

Standing on the stairs, the feet were still facing in Yan Junze's direction, as if... waiting for him.

"It seems it's not on the second floor either."

Yan Junze realized, and turned towards the stairwell of the second floor.

As he moved toward the stairwell, the white shoes had already proceeded towards the third floor, the trailing rope also disappearing behind them.

Yan Junze took a deep breath and followed up the stairs to the third floor.

After Ye Zhennan's suicide by hanging, her husband had left Rock and has been missing ever since.

This self-built house had seen a death and couldn't be sold, which is why it had been left vacant.

However, what puzzled Yan Junze was, knowing that someone had died here, how could it be possible for Ye Zhennan's body to remain hanging from the beam instead of being cremated or buried.

What were the people here thinking?

Carrying this question to the third floor, he saw no further sign of the owner of the feet.

The third floor was well lit, making the moonlight even more abundant. With the aid of his flashlight, the surrounding objects were clearly visible.

The furnishing of the rooms was similar to the second floor, but the living room had no furniture at all.

Only a... coffin was placed.

This coffin was positioned in the center of the room, its lid moved to one side, revealing the empty inside.

An empty third floor, and right in the middle of the room, a coffin!

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze felt goosebumps all over his head.

No wonder Ye Zhennan's soul had lured him upstairs; as it turned out, her body was indeed placed in the coffin on the third floor.

Yan Junze took another deep breath, the mask preventing him from being overwhelmed by the damp air. Then, he slowly approached the coffin.

With each step closer, the tension in his heart steadily grew.

Until he stood beside the coffin, Yan Junze suppressed the fear that filled his heart, peered into the coffin, while the beam of his flashlight followed inside.

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Then he froze.

There was no one.

The coffin was actually empty.

Not exactly empty, though.

Yan Junze quickly saw a piece of light yellow rice paper inside, which seemed to have a full page of characters written with a brush.

He looked around the room and noticed nothing unusual. Then he reached into the coffin and took out the rice paper.

The first line read: A letter from the Yin Yang Master, Lin Yishan.

These characters appeared to be written by a "Lin Yishan," a Yin Yang Master.

This was the first time Yan Junze had encountered a traditional Yin Yang Master in a strangeness event.

Because, according to the ways this world dealt with supernatural events, the traditionally passed-down tools, such as coin swords, talismans, jade Buddhas, and black dog blood, were almost ineffective against supernatural forces.

Which meant these Yin Yang Masters were either unemployed or on the verge of unemployment.

Now, it was rare to see someone claiming to be a Yin Yang Master.

Yan Junze read the contents of the paper at a glance, but his brow furrowed tighter and tighter, until they were completely knitted together.

The contents of the rice paper contained a warning from the Yin Yang Master, Lin Yishan.

From the text, Yan Junze quickly gathered the following crucial information:

1. The soul of Ye Zhennan had been wandering in this building for half a year, and traditional methods had failed to eliminate her, but the locals at Rock did not inform the paranormal event team and instead had the Yin Yang Master Lin Yishan conduct an exorcism.

2. It was impossible to bury Ye Zhennan's body because every time after the burial, her body would return to the site of her hanging, the reason remained a mystery. Therefore, the locals simply placed the coffin in her home, letting her cause trouble only within her own house.

3. The hanging didn't take place on the third floor but in... the basement.

4. If you encounter the soul of Ye Zhennan in the building, remember, never follow her, don't look straight at her face, and especially don't stare at her protruding tongue.

When he got to the last piece of information, Yan Junze was utterly baffled.

He couldn't help but curse the Yin Yang Master Lin Yishan eighteen times in his mind, for fuck's sake, if I hadn't come up to read what you wrote, how would I know not to follow Ye Zhennan's soul?

Now that he'd followed her here, what could he do?

However, it seemed that Lin Yishan had written these words, perhaps intending them for the exorcist, but the locals had not reported to the exorcist team.

Knowing now not to follow, Yan Junze prepared to immediately retreat downstairs. Just as he turned to leave, a piece of information flashed through his mind.

[The Hanged Woman has triggered a new branch mission.]

[Mission Name: Tongue;]

[Mission Level: Anxiety-Inducing (Medium);]

[Mission Background: Ye Zhennan loved beauty in life, so when she chose to hang herself, she regretted it. She didn't expect the hanging to cause her jaw to be strangled, making her tongue muscles slack due to relaxation, plus the loss of central control, after death, Ye Zhennan's tongue protruded out of her mouth by about ten centimeters.]

[Mission Instructions: Find Ye Zhennan's body and stuff her tongue back into her mouth;]

[Mission Reward: 300 Different Dimension Energy points;]

[Mission Penalty: Unknown;]

[Mission Tip: 1. This evil spirit is Lockdown-capable; 2. Affected by the supernatural territory, Ye Zhennan's evil spirit will naturally protect her body from any disturbance by outsiders, please proceed with caution;]

[Note: You know, the appearance after hanging is very terrifying.]

Having seen the new branch mission, Yan Junze knew he couldn't linger on the third floor any longer and immediately moved to leave.

But after taking only one step, he stopped and stared straight ahead.

At the doorway of the room stood a woman with disheveled hair, a rope tied around her neck, dressed in a white dress and white shoes.

As she stood, her shoulders slanted to the left, one side higher than the other, as if unable to maintain balance.