"Ah!"

  A low growl like a beast came from the beam, and then half of the beam suddenly shattered, turning into a series of wooden cones falling rapidly.

  Zhao Zhus reaction was already quick, but he still didnt have time to dodge completely. Two wooden stakes directly pierced his right arm, and fresh blood flowed out immediately. However, the only thing that could be fortunate was that he was only stabbed by a wooden stake, not bitten by a zombie, otherwise he would have been at risk of being infected with zombie poison.

  Chen Hong was not much better than Zhao Zhu, although there was nothing wrong with his body, but a wooden thorn scratched his face and cut out a wound about 7 or 8 centimeters long, which was almost a big scar.

  On the beam above, a small zombie was standing. The little zombie wore black Qing dynasty official clothes, with a green face and fangs, its eyes were bright red, not cute at all, only fierce and bloody, its body was filled with resentment, as if it would condense into water droplets.

  "We have to get him down, otherwise my sticker wont stick on him." Chen Hong said to Zhao Zhu.

  Zhao Zhu looked at the rope beside him and said immediately: "Well use the rope together to sweep him down."

  Chen Hong also nodded immediately, one hand grasping the rope end, throwing the other end to Zhao Zhu, Zhao Zhu took over the rope, and the two rushed forward together. The rope was shaken up, directly wrapping around the beam, and then Zhao Zhu and Chen Hong pulled the rope sideways together.

  The little zombie was standing on the beam, and the rope directly swept to his calf. Zhao Zhu and Chen Hongs strength was naturally not small, and the little zombies landing point was indeed too narrow, so he was directly pulled down from the beam by the rope.

  "Ahhhhhhh!"

  The little zombie that fell to the ground from under the eaves, exposed to sunlight, let out a sharp and mournful cry, somewhat like a beast and somewhat like a child, with white smoke constantly rising from its body.

  "If its been exposed to sunlight and the powder is brought back, can it still be considered a completed task?"

  Chen Hong glared at Zhao Zhu with a bad temper and said, "Of course its a failure."

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhuo also stopped hesitating and pulled down the dusty curtain from the mud-plastered wall, covering the small zombie with it. Chen Hong understood implicitly and stepped forward, holding the talisman paper, and stuck it to the zombies forehead before it was covered.

  The little zombie stopped moving, and its body was also covered with a cloth to block out the sunlight. Zhao Zhu and Chen Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Zhao Zhu gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he directly pulled out the two wooden stakes that had pierced his arm. He then tore off a large piece of cloth from his already tattered white robe and hastily bandaged himself.

  "No wonder youre a doctor, the wound dressing is indeed done well."

  "Shouldnt you stop the bleeding on your face first? That way, even if it leaves a scar, it will be lighter."

  "No need, after completing the task and returning to the real world, you will still be your original self, not even a single hair will fall off, and I dont have to worry about leaving scars."

  "Hmm... thats not bad, Ill go grab a few more pieces of cloth to wrap this little zombie up even tighter, then we can prop him up on the wooden board and carry him back to the Righteous Manor."

  "Thats right, we cant delay until nightfall. If the sun sets and were still on the road, its like carrying a zombie on our backs and possibly encountering stray zombies in the wilderness."

  Chen Hong also started to take action, and together with Zhao Zhu, they collected the last bit of "shame cloth" from the land god, wrapping the small zombie in three layers inside and out, making it tightly sealed.

  Put the little zombie on the board, Zhao Zhuo in front and Chen Hong behind, the two of them carried the board out of the land temple.

  Dont look at this zombies small head, but the weight is not light. When carrying him back to the entrance of the Justice Hall, Zhao Zhu and Chen Hong were already panting, their two arms felt like they had been filled with lead, and perhaps there was a slight muscle strain.

  However, when Zhao Zhu entered the righteous village, he stopped in his tracks at the entrance, because he saw that there was actually another person inside the righteous village. Since its said to be a person, then its not a zombie, because this person was walking around in circles inside the righteous village, with a sack of rice in the middle of the circle, and zombies move by jumping forward, their limbs are also stiff and unyielding, its impossible for them to "walk" out such a style.

  This person looks like an old man, wearing a green and flowery shirt, with cloud-patterned cloth shoes on his feet. He appears to be very clean, but his complexion is quite unpleasant, looking completely malnourished.

  Seeing this, Chen Hong didnt say a word, took out the pot and firewood from the Yizhuang, put them in the courtyard, set up a simple stove, didnt say a word to that old man, went straight to bring over that bag of rice, after the water in the pot boiled, poured half a bag of rice into it and started cooking.

  The old man then started circling the pot again, his face alternating between greed, pain, excitement and tears, giving off a very eerie feeling. At this time, Zhao Zhu also discovered that the old man had no shadow.

  The rice is cooked, Chen Hong inserted two chopsticks directly into the pot and then pulled Zhao Zhu back.

  The old man didnt spin around this time either. He squatted down in front of the pot, staring at a pot of rice with his mouth watering, but he didnt move or eat.

  "Go get some paper money and things." Chen Hong instructed Zhao Zhu, "Ill go find some incense ash."

  Yizhuangli paper money was easy to find, Zhao Zhu quickly picked up several strings of paper money, while Chen Hong held a censer in his hand.

  Chen Hong took the paper money from Zhao Zhus hand, lit it with a lighter, and the paper money started burning. A slight breeze blew, blowing the burning paper money into a whirlwind.

  Chen Hong immediately grabbed a handful of incense ash from the censer and threw it directly at the old man who was still drooling over the rice in the pot.

  After a while, the old man got up, his belly was already bulging, and he let out a satisfied burp. Then, without paying attention to Zhao Zhu and Chen Hong beside him, he walked straight out of the Yi Zhuang.

  "Is that a starving ghost?" Zhao Zhu asked.

  Chen Hong looked at Zhao Zhu with a slightly surprised expression, and smiled: "Well done, your eyes are quite good, indeed its a hungry ghost. If you encounter this kind of ghost, if theres something to eat at home, cook some for him, burn some paper money or scatter some incense ash to send him off, then nothing will happen. Hungry ghosts generally wont harm people, but if the master of the house is really lazy and neglectful, Im afraid theyll suffer some disaster, such as someone in the family getting sick or having bad luck for no reason. At that time, those old men lying in our righteous village would be the most dangerous and unstable things. If another hungry ghost comes to make trouble, our situation will become even more worrisome. Fortunately, weve already sent him away."

  "How did so many dirty things come to my door?" Zhao Zhu stretched out a lazy waist, he didnt rest well last night and today was also tossed around a lot. As a doctor, he knew that if he continued like this, his body would probably get sick.

  "Firstly, this is a haunted house, where dirty things originally like to come; secondly, we are the experiencers who enter the world of Horror Web Novels, equivalent to the protagonists in it. As protagonists, even if you dont look for trouble, trouble will still come looking for you."

  "The protagonist inside is someone who cant die no matter how you deal with him." Zhao Zhu couldnt help but tease.

  Upon hearing this, Chens face fell and he said: "Ive seen it, many people have died. Many of the people I used to work with on missions are already gone."

  "So many people have died, how can there be no news outside?"

  "You still underestimate this horror web novel world, it lures you in, you die, and your relatives outside, even if theyre your parents, wife or children, wont find it strange at all... They will calmly accept the result of your sudden death, the police will also be calm, and the whole society will be calm."

  "Last time, there was a big task, with over 30 people participating in the group, but they all ended up dying inside, not a single one survived. However, the next day, not a single newspaper reported on this incident. The entire world will remain absolutely indifferent to your life and death. It can even be said that from the moment you entered this Horror Web Novel world, even if you manage to survive the task and return to the real world, you have already become disconnected from the real world."

  "What group? Which group?"

  "Isnt every book suited to its own reader group? The group Im talking about is the one for this Horror Web Novel, and the group name is indeed Horror Web Novel. The group number is..." Chen Hong took out her phone, opened the QQ app, and entered the group information. Of course, at this time there was no signal, and it was impossible to receive QQ messages, but checking the group number was still possible. "The group number is 476071592, you should remember it first, and then when youre alive and back in the real world, you can go join this group."

  The group will issue tasks, select members to participate in the next "Horror Web Novel" world for experience, and you can also communicate with others in the group, whether online or in the real world, because who knows, one day youll all die together.

  "Who is the group owner? Or is there a group owner?"

  "There is a group owner, but it shouldnt be human, and might even be god. In short, theres no use talking more about it. Lets just live well and wait until weve passed this task world. You and I will meet in the group then."

  "Its interesting." Zhao Zhu smiled and immediately his gaze fell on that pot of rice that hadnt been touched, "Is this rice being thrown away?"

  "Yes, if you eat it, you will get sick. Your hospitals old doctors should have a rule that even when eating in the hospital, they finish quickly and dont leave any leftovers, because there are many more ghosts in the hospital than elsewhere. If ghosts eat the leftover food of the living again, it will have a bad influence on the living."

  Zhao Zhu thought for a moment, and indeed some older doctors had this habit. Unlike some young doctors and nurses who liked to play with their phones while eating after returning from lunch, they would finish their meal quickly and then wash the rice bowl as if it were a competition.