Terror Is Coming, My Red Eyes Can See Ghosts

The first day Jiang Han traveled to the parallel world, he woke up from the cold. He's in the morgue. There was something tugging and hissing outside the cabinet door. It moved from the other end of the corridor and stopped in front of him. It stood for a while and then left again. The system said: Welcome to the unlimited flow copy. If you clear the level alive, you can go back. But the system didn't tell him that the ghosts in this world were exactly the same as those written in the ancient books passed down from his hometown. Buried under the locust tree was a woman whose life was nailed to her head. The cinnabar characters on the yellow paper talisman were the Warring States seal script. The bowl was filled with hair. When he opened his eyes, his right eye was red. From then on, others relied on their lives, but he relied on his eyes. See through it, ghosts are monsters. Forty copies, from folk paper shops to ancient Fengshen Ruins. The ghost bride, the place where corpses are raised, the killing of resentful spirits in Changping Pit, and the afterimage of the Battle of Zhuolu. Feng Shui breaks the dragon's veins, the Five Elements overcome evil spirits, and everything in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is alive. He looked all the way and noticed something: all the copies were hiding something. It hides the way of heaven that was broken two thousand years ago. Jiang Han took the last piece of jade into his hand and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll dig out everything you hid." Chinese-style horror, unlimited flow, red eyes to break delusion, no CP. While others were running for their lives, Jiang Han was reading the rules. After reading it, it was his turn to take action.