In the original work "Phasmophobia" from Lu Ze's previous life, ghosts had behaviors beyond hunting—actions that didn't involve direct attacks, collectively referred to as "interactions."
For example, knocking things over, causing lights to flicker, suddenly manifesting in a flash, or breathing cold air into someone's ear...
In the illusionary realm, Lu Ze expanded the ghost interaction system, making it richer and far more terrifying.
Actions like forcing someone to wear embroidered shoes, trapping them in a "ghost wall," or making them hallucinate...
All were methods of ghostly interaction.
These methods wouldn’t kill the player.
But if mishandled, they could drastically drain sanity, eventually triggering the ghost's hunt.
Of course, these interactions weren’t unsolvable puzzles.
Take the "ghost wall" as an example.
The true exit could actually be identified using certain tools.
For instance, using glowstones to trace ghostly footprints and follow them to find a way out;
Or pulling out a cold-detecting needle to locate the source of piercing chill;
Or even using a Yin-Yang compass to pinpoint areas with Level 5 ghostly energy...
All these methods aligned with the ghost's traits.
Still, considering not all players carried the right tools, Lu Ze thoughtfully added alternative solutions in interaction scenarios like the "ghost wall"—ways to escape without relying on items.
For example, the bronze mirror Zhong Yi now saw.
The moment he picked it up, a vision appeared before him.
"Still the west gate?"
Zhong Yi opened his eyes, deep in thought.
"So... the exit changes every time?"
His mind suddenly cleared.
Unless someone had Zhou Qiaoling’s absurd luck, escaping this place through sheer chance was nearly impossible.
At that moment, the ghostly hands above him were mere inches from his scalp.
A chill ran down Zhong Yi’s spine as he dashed to the west gate and stepped through.
Yet the next second, he was back where he started.
The ghostly hands from all four directions...
Had now descended to chest height, clawing wildly to grab him.
Zhong Yi’s face turned deathly pale—his sanity dropped another 10 points!
Now...
His sanity stood at a mere 51!
Since he was livestreaming the entire ordeal, the chat erupted at the sight.
[What tier is this ghost wall? It’s trapping a Nascent Soul cultivator?!]
[Bro, you must not play many illusions—Old Demon Lu’s realms seal off cultivation!]
[Is this illusion scary? Why does Senior Brother Zhong look so shaken...]
[Doesn’t seem scary. Is he just hamming it up for the stream?]
[Doesn’t... look like acting.]
[Pfft, just an illusion trying to scare people? Don’t underestimate a Nascent Soul cultivator!]
...
Right now, Zhong Yi had no mind to spare for the chat.
The ghostly hands on the ceiling were practically itching to tear him apart!
"Was I misled? No, illusions always have a solution..."
"Then maybe... huh?"
"I get it! The mirror world is inverted!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up with realization.
Without hesitation, he steeled himself and looked into the bronze mirror again.
Another vision appeared, guiding him with eerie hints to the correct door.
"This time... the north gate!"
The moment he spoke, a shiver ran through him.
The mirror wasn’t free to use.
Every vision cost him 10% of his sanity.
Now, his sanity had fallen below 50, leaving only 46 points!
His vision twisted—everything took on a grotesque hue.
At times, he even heard faint, indistinct whispers.
His lips turned an unnatural purple, trembling uncontrollably.
"This sanity drain... it’s not normal!"
Gritting his teeth, Zhong Yi fought to suppress his rising terror.
"No..."
"I have to get out..."
"Back to the light..."
Dropping to his knees, he began crawling under the sea of ghostly hands, inching toward the north gate...
...
What should’ve been a mere dozen meters felt longer than any journey.
Every step risked a brush with the hands.
Each touch cost him 1 sanity point.
By the time Zhong Yi—enduring relentless psychological torment—finally pushed open the north gate,
The nightmarish room vanished.
He found himself back on the dilapidated staircase leading to the basement, right where he’d first gotten separated.
Exhausted from crawling, he collapsed onto the steps, too drained to speak.
Below, three familiar figures approached...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
