I open a supermarket with strange rules

Zhao Xiyue slowly walked into the basement. A stale smell of mold and dust hit her in the face, making her frown slightly.

The light in the basement was dim, with only a few faint rays of light coming in through the ventilation windows, making it look particularly eerie.

Da da da.

The footsteps echoed in the quiet space and sounded unusually clear.

As we went deeper into the basement, a strange and alien feeling came over us, and the turbid air seemed to be filled with an ominous aura.

If I were not in a soul state at this moment, my heart would be beating faster and my palms would be sweating.

She had already experienced enough horror stories in this world of ghost stories, but now facing the darkness deep in the basement, she felt inexplicably nervous.

At the entrance to the basement, Zhao Xiyue saw candlesticks lying on the ground. The candles were covered with thick dust, and it was obvious that no one had used them for a long time.

The divine power lit the fire and the candlesticks burned again.

The scene of the basement was half-hidden and half-exposed before him.

A pair of corpses sat facing each other with distorted faces, their bodies were covered with bloodstains and scars. Their eyes were wide open, and they were wearing weird and exaggerated clothes, with various musical instruments painted on their clothes with distorted marks.

The skin covering the skeleton was not rotten, but the dry skin was twisted and pale. It was not difficult to see that the person had experienced something extremely painful before death.

A moon blade condensed in Zhao Xiyue's hand. She regretted not bringing the system down. Even with a flashlight, this basement would not look so weird and scary.

How could Duoya's parents die here? In the basement of their own villa.

Zhao Xiyue recalled for a moment and found that she did not know the specific cause of death of Duoya's parents. She only knew that her parents and brother had died one after another a few years ago, and she was not favored by the gods, so she was driven out and lingered in the slums.

She waved the candlestick in her hand, her heart sinking.

The walls were covered with distorted and strange symbols that seemed to resemble musical notes and instruments, but the exaggerated and terrifying shapes made her give up the idea.

I'm afraid that in this world, only the god with the weird source would use such a terrifying musical instrument.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiyue recalled the decoration on the edge of the letter paper in the attic.

She looked carefully and found very similar patterns.

It looked like a saxophone, except that its shape was distorted, its keys were made up of wriggling lumps of flesh, and its trumpet had its mouth wide open as if it wanted to swallow everything.

Zhao Xiyue instantly realized that this mural was related to the death of Duoya’s parents. The place was arranged like a ritual scene. Could it be that these strange runes were the evil god they believed in?

She walked around the basement and found a dull long sword in a corner. The long sword was plain and unadorned, casually discarded in a corner, and was so light that even a five-year-old child could wield it easily.

"Could this be the gift that Duoya's parents mentioned in the letter?"

Zhao Xiyue tried to swing the sword, and it seemed like there was nothing special about it.

She took her sword and turned to leave the basement.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the basement suddenly became strange. A cold wind blew, and Zhao Xiyue's soul felt the biting cold.

Wherever the firelight shone, the runes on the wall seemed to come alive and began to move and play.

Noisy, hoarse, disgusting music came from the walls, and Zhao Xiyue felt a strong sense of oppression, as if it could freeze even the soul.

A low and cold voice seemed to come from all directions at the same time, "You are finally here."

Zhao Xiyue raised the candlestick in her hand and turned around suddenly, but saw only the empty basement and the dead pair.

The music from the walls continued, like some ritual trumpet call.

Behind the door, nothing.

In the corner, no.

The body didn't move.

That cold whisper seemed like an illusion that had never appeared.

The twisting musical instruments on the wall quieted down. Zhao Xiyue frowned, calmed herself down, and left the basement.

If I want to know what happened in the basement and what secrets are hidden behind it, I'm afraid I need Doya's help.

On the second floor, Duoya was clumsily making the bed.

It can be seen that she is not good at or used to doing these things.

Seeing Zhao Xiyue floating in, she jumped off the bed nervously, her face flushed with excitement, "I, I made the bed."

Zhao Xiyue looked at the messy bed and said "hmm" indifferently.

She doesn't sleep anyway, so it's like a doghouse, so just leave it there.

Duoya jumped on the bed and suddenly became depressed. "In the past, my parents would sleep with me."

Zhao Xiyue said calmly, "Where's my brother?"

Duoya kicked the gravel on the ground and said sullenly, "My brother is very busy, but whenever he comes back, he will bring me special sweet water.

He would also take me out of the city to play. There was a particularly beautiful forest outside the city where I had a cat friend living.

I don’t know what happened to it.”

Zhao Xiyue captured the key word: outside the city.

Duoya's parents are often at home, but her brother is always out.

"Do you remember which way the forest goes?"