Chapter 2 Goldfinger in Place

Zhuang Xiaofei was confused: "Why?"

"To pray for success in the exams, and for future promotions and wealth."

"But..."

"No buts, if you want to get into a good university, do as I say. Anyway, remember, be calm, observant, cautious, and don't trust anyone easily." Su Qingyu hung up the phone.

Zhuang Xiaofei thought that Su Qingyu was reminding her about the exams, although she firmly believed that only by studying hard could she get good grades. But what her best friend had just said made her wonder, what if it worked?

Better safe than sorry.

Zhuang Xiaofei decided to buy an extra set of textbooks to burn for herself.

Su Qingyu had no way to explain the appearance of the rules of the bizarre, nor could she mention how to follow the rules, let alone let Zhuang Xiaofei burn ghost money.

She could only give a kind reminder.

As for whether Zhuang Xiaofei would do as she said, Su Qingyu had no way of controlling that.

The novel "Jingkong Jianglin" could only guide Su Qingyu on how to prepare before the horror descended. As for what happened after the horror descended, the rules of each dungeon were different and not comparable.

The difficulty of the dungeons varied, gradually increasing after the horror descended.

The number of people entering each dungeon was also different, basically the fewer the people, the simpler the dungeon.

The reason why Su Qingyu reminded Zhuang Xiaofei not to go out casually was because it was mentioned in "Jingkong Jianglin" that if you stayed at home, there was a one-third chance of entering the dungeon "Sweet Home."

"Sweet Home" was a single-player dungeon with low difficulty and a chance to get bizarre props as a reward.

As an early dungeon, it allowed ordinary people to better understand the rules and how to survive in the world of horror.

Of course, the price was also heavy.

Many people had paid the price with their lives.

But if you went out, you were more likely to enter a multiplayer dungeon. Multiplayer dungeons were difficult, and you couldn't avoid encountering suicidal teammates.

The mortality rate of going out was higher than staying at home.

Su Qingyu set the alarm clock to ring an hour and a half before the horror descended.

It was important to be well-rested.

Staying alert could reduce cognitive errors.

She needed to get one last good night's sleep.

The alarm clock rang.

Su Qingyu woke up from her sleep, stretched, and felt her vision was clear and her mind was clear.

She glanced at her watch, it was 10:30.

The offerings would only appear after the horror descended.

Su Qingyu decided to stay in her room and bet on that one-third chance.

Midnight arrived.

It was pitch black outside the window, without moonlight.

Su Qingyu was enveloped by a faint sandalwood fragrance.

A cloud of white smoke appeared in front of her, with many small cards floating in it, emitting a cold aura.

Su Qingyu raised her hand, and the cards in the white smoke flew toward her palm.

A stack of cards landed in Su Qingyu's hand.

It was a Tiandi Bank card and hundreds of offering cards.

The Tiandi Bank card was bound to Su Qingyu's birth date. As long as she touched it with her fingertip, the balance of the card would appear in her mind.

She raised her hand and caressed the card.

The current balance was: 999999999999...

Su Qingyu immediately kissed the Tiandi Bank card excitedly. It felt good to be rich.

The offering cards were divided into several colors, and Su Qingyu didn't know what these colors meant for the time being.

She saw that the pictures on the front of the cards were the offerings she had burned two days ago.

The pair of paper figures she burned the day before yesterday had turned into young people in ancient costumes on the cards. Their appearance was more realistic, the material of their clothes was more delicate, and they looked like real people.

From an abstract style to a realistic style.

At the bottom of the card, it was written in small print: Use a drop of blood or pay ten ghost money to use.

A drop of blood didn't sound like much, but it involved hurting her own body. Su Qingyu decisively passed!

As for ten ghost money...

She had to pay to use the offerings she had burned for herself.

Su Qingyu gritted her teeth. This feeling was like buying a house in full, and before even moving in, having to pay property management fees.

Fortunately, she had prepared enough ghost money before, otherwise, it would be such a scam to be able to see it but not use it.

Su Qingyu held the Tiandi Bank card and thought about ten ghost money and ten ghost money appeared in her hand.

She threw out an offering card with a picture of an ancient woman on it, along with the ten ghost money.

With a puff of white smoke, a beautiful woman appeared in front of Su Qingyu.

The woman had a double bun hairstyle, and two strands of long black hair hung down her chest. She had an oval face and vacant eyes.

She was ghostly and ethereal.

She was also a horror!

Su Qingyu asked, "What is your ability?"

The young woman opened her mouth and said with a blank expression, "My name is Shuangxi. I was a maid in a wealthy family during my lifetime. You are my master. I will not harm you. You can believe what I say, but I cannot guarantee that my judgment is correct."

"Can you protect me?"

Shuangxi stood there woodenly: "I will do my best, but in the territory of other horrors, I am weak."

Su Qingyu asked again, "Then will you hurt other living people?"

Shuangxi answered without reservation, "I can act according to my master's request."

This meant that if Su Qingyu asked her to hurt a living person, she would.

Horrors also had strengths and weaknesses, their independent thoughts and judgments, and their own rules to follow.

In principle, different horrors did not harm each other.

Horrors would harm living people unless they signed a contract with them, or they belonged to a living person.

Su Qingyu was silent for a moment.

Perhaps she could use this horror in front of her, who meant her no harm, to understand what exactly the horrors were.

"Do horrors have emotions?"

"..." Shuangxi did not answer directly. She tilted her head. "They shouldn't."

She used the word "shouldn't."

It was not a definite answer.

Su Qingyu showed her the offering cards in her hand: "Then these cards, do you know what they are used for?"

Although Shuangxi's eyes were vacant, when she saw so many offering cards in Su Qingyu's hand, her vacant eyes widened slightly.

And to think she said horrors didn't have emotions.

Just now, Shuangxi's reaction was clearly shock.

"I don't know what they are used for." Shuangxi only knew that it was a very powerful existence for one person to control so many horrors.

Shuangxi said, "My memory is only limited to myself. I have just awakened, and before that, I have no memory of other horrors."

The offering cards belonged to Su Qingyu. Because Su Qingyu couldn't identify the function of all the items and time was tight, she just burned a bunch of offerings in one go.

Now, the use of offerings could only be explored by Su Qingyu herself.

But one thing was certain.

[Offerings are loyal to their owners.]

So the maid named Shuangxi in front of her would not lie to her.

Su Qingyu asked again, "What are your rules?"

"My rules only take effect after the offering card is broken."

Su Qingyu nodded.

Shuangxi's current state was like a tamed horror.

A dog wearing a collar would not harm its owner.

With a thought, the offering card could appear and disappear.

Su Qingyu put away the other item cards.

Just as they were talking, the room suddenly changed.

Shuangxi's head turned 180 degrees and then back again.

She grinned. "Master, we have entered the dungeon."

The horror descended!

Dungeon [Sweet Home] activated.

Number of participants: 1.

Difficulty: ☆