Salted Fish Zombie

Ch. 78: Ghost Emodiment (Arc 4) ( 1, 2, 3)

(Part 1)

[Dungeon 4-10326 "Ghost Embodiment" opens for the first time.]

[Around you, many unidentified presences are observing you. They might be on the road, next to your seat, or by your bedside.]

[Shh! Please be careful! Don't let them discover you're not one of them; otherwise, they will 'seek sameness and disregard differences.']

[Instance mission: Complete the journey through the underworld.]

[Mission time: 15 days in the underworld (3 days in base time).]

[Friendly reminder: Do good deeds, don't inquire about the future.]

[Having treaded the same roads and seen the same views repeatedly, are you thinking of taking a different route for a change of scenery? This journey is here to fulfill your wish. Wishing all players a joyful trip.]

Initiating teleportation.

Ning Su breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that this dungeon number seemed familiar.

After giving it some thought, he understood why it was familiar.

When he entered the game base by riding the bus, the skeleton driver had once placed a card in his pocket, and the number on the card was 4-10326.

At that time, Ning Su didn't know the meaning of the card. Now he understood; it was the address of the skeleton lady's home.

After listening to the system's dungeon introduction, Ning Su felt secretly delighted.

Previously, he carefully selected dungeons from the game hall's previews, but never found one that suited him perfectly. Instead, the randomly chosen dungeons exceeded his expectations in adaptability.

Embarking on the ghostly path.

For a zombie with a vitality of only 0.1, this was truly a professionally tailored experience.

When Ning Su opened his eyes, he was inside a vehicle.

In the late night, the vehicle's headlights were dim, making it difficult to see details. He could only discern that it was a long-distance bus.

In the era before high-speed trains became widespread, long-distance bus journeys started at a minimum of ten hours, with bunk beds available for overnight stays-a feature of old-style long-distance buses.

He was currently lying on one such bunk.

The bed's iron railing was rusted, the sheets underneath him had a musty smell, and the pillow was both hard and damp.

Although the instance was professionally tailored to him, the environment couldn't compare to the small villa in Huaiyang Village or the luxurious rooms in the ancient castle.

At best, it could match the Flower Temple's Flower Attendant Hall.

The condition of the other beds was hard to put into words.

Ning Su squinted his eyes and, in the dim light, saw a dark coffin on a bed. Thick blackness adorned with a few dried bloodstains. In such a gloomy environment, there was a sense of oppression and horror.

On one bed lay a "person" with a neck bent at a 90° angle.

On another bed lay a "person" wearing a blood-colored prison uniform.

On yet another bed lay a "person" with a face covered in grayish-green corpse spots, decaying and unpleasant.

...

And on another bed, there lay a person stiff all over, trembling faintly.

Ning Su: "..."

The frontmost driver, with seaweed-like long hair, drove silently.