nucmednet Chapter 574 [Domain - Second Gate] Fishing in Troubled Waters
Chapter 574 [Domain - Second Gate] Fishing in Troubled Waters
Luo Weicheng widened the distance again.
Ma Zhao's figure slowly disappeared into the crowd.
As the wailing stopped, Luo Weicheng walked aimlessly forward, his mind racing as he considered the current situation.
He had already vaguely pieced together some initial clues.
The most important factor here is distance.
According to two tests, once the phantom of the incense burner appears, it cannot be moved or taken away unless it becomes fully visible.
Once Luo Weicheng is too far away, the incense burner will be reset, and when it reappears, everything will start from scratch again.
Then there's Ma Zhao.
The appearance of Ma Zhao and the incense burner is strongly related.
In this timeline, Ma Zhao is actually a non-human, non-ghost monster replicated from the incense burner. However, since it is a replica, Ma Zhao is still subject to his original curse, namely the influence of mourning clothes.
It doesn't rely on sight for location, but on hearing.
Luo Weicheng was able to confirm this because of the order in which Ma Zhao committed the massacres after entering the beauty salon:
His target was clear: Zhang Wei, played by Luo Weicheng. But the first person he killed was the braided nurse who had questioned him first.
The subsequent killings all followed this pattern.
This is clearly related to Ma Zhao's manic state after being cursed, but it's unclear why mourning clothes enhance his hearing...
What's even more terrifying is that once Ma Zhao gets close, Luo Weicheng will be affected by him and uncontrollably start wailing.
After quickly recalling his previous experiences, Luo Weicheng felt a pang of despair.
This is an unsolvable problem!
As long as I get close to the incense burner, Ma Zhao will appear, causing me to start wailing, which will allow Ma Zhao to pinpoint my exact location, leaving me with no choice but to run away, and the incense burner will disappear.
What should I do?
Time passed by...
Just as Luo Weicheng was pondering, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A familiar scent of incense appeared once again!
But he was no longer near the beauty salon, so how could he be—
Wisps of white smoke drifted in front of him. Luo Weicheng stiffly lowered his head and saw a faint image of an incense burner less than a meter in front of him.
Just like the previous two times, it remains vague and unclear.
But this time, it wasn't him who went to find the incense burner, but the incense burner that came to find him!
One pedestrian after another walked past the incense burner. Some were chatting and laughing in hushed tones, while others were scrolling through their phones, but no one noticed the incense burner's illusory shadow.
The whole world is in motion.
Only Luo Weicheng and the incense burner remained stationary at the origin.
A chill ran down his spine as he recalled the unusual placement of the incense burner when he last returned to the beauty salon.
At that time, the incense burner was moved from the table to under the Bagua mirror.
And he happened to be right next to the Bagua mirror.
In an instant, Luo Weicheng's mind was struck as if by lightning, and he finally realized the most crucial thing:
He himself, Luo Weicheng, is the only protagonist in this timeline!
The incense burner appears randomly around him, rather than being confined to the beauty salon!
"Woo——"
At the same time, a chilling howl escaped from Luo Weicheng's mouth.
At the very same second that the wailing began, the long sword sliced across the ground, producing a sickening scraping sound.
squeak-
A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.
Ma Zhao is at it again!
Luo Weicheng took off running!
Damn it, damn it.....
At this moment, he felt not fear, but a profound sense of powerlessness and anger...
The incense burner was like a carrot dangling from a donkey's head—so close, so conspicuous, yet he just couldn't reach it!
This is already the third time.
Thinking of the scene where Wu Hui was possessed by the Ghost Mother, Luo Weicheng's heart pounded, and his ominous premonition grew stronger. How much longer could he stay here?
No time!
He had to quickly devise a way to retrieve the incense burner without being tortured to death by Ma Zhao...
The wailing stopped abruptly.
Luo Weicheng escaped Ma Zhao's pursuit once again, but felt no joy whatsoever.
He was squeezed among a group of pedestrians waiting at a red light, staring blankly ahead, watching the red light beside the street sign change rhythmically...
suddenly.
Luo Weicheng's pupils contracted slightly.
Red light flashing.
3, 2, 1.
It turns green.
The crowd at the street corner surged forward like a swarm of locusts.
Only Luo Weicheng stared intently at the traffic lights and road signs in mid-air.
The nearby attractions and landmarks are clearly marked on it.
A pedestrian bumped into his shoulder and gave Luo Weicheng a strange look.
He looked like a madman, his face covered in undried tears, looking lost and stiff as he stood at the intersection.
However, Luo Weicheng now has a new direction...
Without further hesitation, he turned around and ran frantically in the direction indicated by the road sign!
It's in this nearby area.
There is a cemetery that is not very big.
Luo Weicheng walked quickly, glancing at his watch every now and then. Based on his previous patterns, the incense burner would reappear in about ten minutes!
He's now only thinking about one thing:
At this time of day, in the cemetery, some people are paying their respects, and some are wailing in mourning!
In just ten minutes, Luo Weicheng arrived at the entrance of the cemetery. Even through the iron gate, he could smell the burning of paper money.
They burst through the iron gate and, sure enough, a few hundred meters away, a group of people dressed in white were kneeling before a grave, sobbing softly.
This should have been a sad scene, but instead, a relieved smile appeared on Luo Weicheng's face.
But the next second, the corners of his mouth, which had been slightly raised, suddenly turned down, and hot tears welled up in his eyes again.
My gaze slowly shifted to the tombstone beside me.
White smoke curled up in front of the tomb, and the shadowy image of an incense burner stood before the tombstone, as if it were there to pay respects.
An incense burner appeared.
But this time...
Luo Weicheng did not run away.
His wish has been fulfilled.
In other words, create an opportunity for him to take advantage of the chaos!
When he heard the sound of a long sword behind him for the fourth time, Luo Weicheng's steps did not change at all.
He stared straight ahead and slowly walked towards the group of people dressed in white, wailing.
One of them paused for a moment after hearing the noise and glanced back.
All I saw was Luo Weicheng with tears streaming down his face.
The two stared at each other for a brief second.
From the other person's eyes, Luo Weicheng was completely certain of one thing: the other person could not see Ma Zhao.
Because in the original timeline, these people were different from those nurses; they did not experience the beauty salon massacre at all!
Having confirmed this, Luo Weicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and, without the slightest hesitation, knelt down beside those people.
"you are?"
Someone asked, puzzled.
Luo Weicheng didn't answer, but shook his head, gazing at the photo on the tombstone that he didn't recognize at all, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed with extreme sorrow.
"Uuuuuu——"
The heart-wrenching cries of the mourners touched the hearts of the other mourners.
Squeak.
The smell of blood grew stronger.
Luo Weicheng knelt before the tombstone, trembling all over, looking as if he was too grief-stricken to take care of himself.
He was no longer the only one there mourning.
Infected by him, the sobs of the others gradually turned into mournful wails.
Just as Luo Weicheng's sobs were gradually being drowned out by the others...
A shadow fell over his body.
Ma Zhao has arrived.
Ma Zhao was behind him and the group of people.
The distance is less than ten centimeters.