I'm the mayor of a simulated ghost city

Thinking of this, Lu Yao pushed open the door. Ghost lights were floating outside the door again, leaving only waste on the ground.

Lu Yao saw the waste and walked over, ready to pick up one or two pieces to see if there were any clues hidden on them.

Unexpectedly, just as she bent down to pick it up, she heard an old man's voice coming from the side and reminding her: "Hey, don't touch that thing, it will kill people."

Dead? Lu Yao raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound. An old man with a sunken face and gray hair was standing in front of a door, with a ghost light floating beside him.

You told me you would die as soon as someone died. Do you understand your own boundaries?

"Uncle, do you know something?" Lu Yao was relatively calm when facing this old ghost. Looking left and right, he couldn't tell that he was the one in white or even red, so since he was not, there was no need to panic.

The old ghost didn't answer her question, but waved at her: "Little girl, come here quickly, how did you end up in a place like this?"

If you let me through, I'll go through.

Lu Yao didn't move, just looked at him quietly, and said half-truthfully: "Oh, I got lost, and I came here while walking."

Hearing Lu Yao say this, the old man pondered for a moment and walked towards Lu Yao: "You can't do this, it's too dangerous, I'd better send you out quickly."

"Okay, thank you for your help, uncle." Lu Yao did not object. Seeing the ghost lights coming out of the uncle's body, he smiled at her, turned around and took her deeper into the village.

Following behind the old man, Lu Yao looked at his attire carefully. The material of his clothes should be linen, and the design style was probably from the 1940s and 1950s. He looked like a ghost who had been dead for a long time.

There were no patches on the old man's shoes, they were quite clean, without even a speck of mud, and it was hard to tell how he died.

Of course, Lu Yao couldn't ask directly about how he died, and to be honest, Lu Yao didn't care much. She was more concerned about the man in white at the moment.

So Lu Yao pretended to be curious and asked, "Uncle, I just saw that person walking backwards. It looked so strange. Was she born like this?"

The old man paused, and seemed to shudder. He turned around and said to Lu Yao in horror: "Shh, don't mention her, she is an evil ghost."

"Evil ghost? Why? Who did she harm?"

Lu Yao's question puzzled the old man: "Evil ghosts are evil ghosts. Are there any ghosts that harm people or not? Are there any good ghosts that don't harm people?"

"Well, I can't say for sure." Lu Yao has a bunch of ghosts on her body. She doesn't know whether they are good or not, but at least they are not evil ghosts.

The old man sighed, and continued to walk forward, saying to Lu Yao: "You look young at first glance. There is no way ghosts can be good or evil, and that woman was not a good person when she was alive. She brought bad luck to her mother when she was born, and later she followed her father to be a corpse collector. She actually cut off someone's face one time. When her family found out, they came to quarrel with her, and finally, they scratched her face too."

The girl next door is so pretty, pick up a face and paint it. It turns out that the task prompt in the system is about this.

"But why did she cut someone's face? Wasn't she pretty to begin with?"

The old man paused again: "Why so many reasons? Of course she is evil and likes to cut people's faces!"

"Oh, what a far-fetched reason." Lu Yao gave the old man an embarrassed look, which made the old man feel that his statement was disdained and scorned.

So the old man quickened his pace and added, "Besides this, there is more. Ever since her face was scratched, she dared not go out to see people during the day. She could only work as a night watchman and pick up rags to sell."

"Of course, it would be fine if she was more obedient, but the children in the village all despised her for being ugly. One child especially hated her so much that he threw stones at her and even found a human-shaped stand from somewhere to make fun of her. But unexpectedly, someone saw her at the door of the child's house that night, staring at the window of the child's house. The next day, all three members of the child's family were dead. The father was strangled, the child was strangled, and the mother was stabbed to death."

Lu Yao blinked her eyes. Wasn’t this the story about the child she had just taken care of?

"So, the villagers think she did it?"

"She definitely did it, but unfortunately we have no evidence, and her father has been a corpse collector here his whole life, so we can't execute her right there in front of her father, so we just let it go. Anyway, that family has no descendants, so no one cares."

Someone died, and no one cares?

Lu Yao finally felt that something was wrong with this village. It was not that there were ghosts, but that there was something wrong with the thoughts of everyone in the village, and there was malice everywhere.

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke: "But I didn't expect that from then on, she would appear from time to time, always following behind a villager, and the next day the villager would suddenly die. Over time, everyone was afraid of her. Then one day her father died, and everyone decided to execute her."

Lu Yao followed the old man's footsteps and stopped, lowering his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly: "How did you deal with her?"

As they were talking, the two had already reached the other end of the village entrance. There was a large house facing south, the only one of its kind. The door was open and there was an armchair inside.

There is no object in the house, but judging from the layout of the house, this should have been a ancestral hall or temple in the past. There is a rectangular mark on both sides of the door, which was probably used to hang plaques.

The temperature in this house was much lower than that of the previous family of three, and she didn’t know if there was something wrong with Lu Yao’s eyes, but she felt as if there were layers of dark shadows in front of her eyes, and she felt very stressed.

It seems like there are a lot of "people" gathered here.

However, the old man didn't seem to feel anything and he walked straight into the door.

The door was an old mahogany cloth door and window, and the window panes were dilapidated, as if it had a history of nearly one hundred and eighty years.

Lu Yao watched the old man walk into the gate and stand next to the armchair. He lowered his head and said in a gloomy voice, "Alas, what do you mean by we? We are the villagers. Do you want to hear this story?"

"I want to listen." Lu Yao put her hands behind her back and held the long plow in her hands.

The old man's face became paler and the skin on his lips began to peel off bit by bit. He said coldly and expressionlessly: "Then you sit down and rest for a while. I can tell you slowly."

As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew and Lu Yao felt a suction force sucking her towards the chair.

Unable to stand steadily, Lu Yao followed the suction and sat down on the chair.

She crossed the threshold and was about to reach the chair, but just five meters behind the old man, Lu Yao shouted, "Don't wait! Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yao's shadow moved, and Qin Yunlan appeared from behind her...