Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The moonlight was like frost, and the silvery white light fell on the courtyard. In the silence, only the light reflected by the snow and the stars in the sky were shining together. The fallen leaves in the courtyard swayed gently in the cold wind, making a rustling sound, like the whisper of the night. Pieces of white snow covered the road leading to the courtyard, pure and desolate, as if they could freeze the hustle and bustle in people's hearts.

In the midst of the white snow, a slender figure stood quietly in front of the door. She seemed to be insensitive to the cold. She was wearing a thin dress, with a slender back and her hair tied up, with only a few strands hanging behind her ears. She stood in front of the door, as if she had merged into the cold moonlit night. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was excited about something, but also seemed to be silently enduring and waiting for something. The moonlight shone on her hair, with a layer of silver edges, adding a bit of desolation.

The figure was motionless. The darkness in the house was projected through the crack of the door onto the moonlit ground in front of her. A faint outline appeared in the darkness. At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The whole world was left with only her and the ruthless moonlight. There was a chill in the air, the smell of winter and loneliness.

The figure did not stay in front of the door for long before reaching out and pushing open the door in front of him.

With a creaking sound, the old wooden door itself seemed particularly loud in the dark and silent night...

A sound of "crunching" gently stepping on the snow echoed in the quiet and narrow space, and a hand kept groping on the wall until...

A click sounded as the mechanism was activated, and a rumbling sound suddenly rang out from the quiet space.

"There is actually a dark room here. The wisdom of the ancients is really amazing."

A voice in the darkness kept praising him, but it did not stop him from stepping into the secret door.

"Continuously turn on night vision mode"

[Received, turn on will-o'-the-wisp mode]

The sound appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared, but before long, several balls of green flames appeared floating in the air on the dark path.

"I really... Never mind, I don't want to talk to you, but how was this place built that there is such a long corridor?"

[Host, you said this is the wisdom of the ancients. This system believes that you are not able to understand it with your current small brain capacity.]

The moment the sound disappeared, the green will-o'-the-wisp floated to the side of Wen Baixu, who had an angry face, as if receiving an order.

"Fuck, who are you looking down on? I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the star map, which had not been flickering before, flickering again. Wen Baixu raised his hand and looked in different directions to see the intensity of the flickering star map. He instantly realized that this was his final destination.

[Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for having set foot on the burial ground, score +0.5]

"Hey hey hey~ No... What the hell is 0.5? This shouldn't be an integer."

Wen Baixu was supporting himself on the wall with one hand, and there were a few blue veins on his neck.

[This mainly depends on your position. It is not quite there yet, but it is in the right position, so I still have to give you some after comprehensive consideration.]

At the same time as the system sounded, a barely perceptible mechanical sound rang out in the wall. The next second, the wall suddenly made a "click" sound. A large black hole appeared on the originally solid wall, and the man leaning on it fell into the darkness without any defense.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah~ What a rip-off.”

As the sound turned from high to low, there was a bang, smoke and dust rose up all around, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

"Oh my god, oh my god... Have I come to a bone mound? Let our Ghost Fire Brother take a look."

Wen Baixu stretched out his hand and pointed around, and the ghost fire that was originally floating above his head flew around like an arrow, illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, the will-o'-the-wisp flew back, and the surroundings it illuminated surprised Wen Baixu. He thought it was a mountain of bones and a sea of ​​blood, but he didn't expect it was just an imagination that scared himself. There were only a few corpses around.

"Continuously scanning faces"

[Yes, host]

A beeping sound was heard, and a display screen appeared in front of Wen Baixu, showing the appearance and age of several people before they died, as well as the cause of death.

"Tsk tsk, this guy is too cruel. First he practiced the upside-down bride trick and pickled her body, then the corpse cellar appeared. Moreover, this place is the closest to the underground underworld. What is he doing..."

[Host, these are just minions, the real ones are behind.]

Hearing this, Wen Baixu looked in the direction of the beam of light and saw a window at the end of the beam, a window that was nailed shut without any gaps.

“There looks to be some good stuff in there.”

[But you can't get in, the host can only think about it]

Before the voice of the system in his head finished speaking, Wen Baixu stood up seriously, clasped his fingers on his palm, turned his wrist, and muttered to himself, "My body will die, and my soul will leave my body."

As soon as the voice fell, a shadow appeared in the air, floating forward, and just in time to get in between a piece of wood and the window.

[Host, you really didn't learn it in vain, awesome]

A voice appeared directly beside the phantom's ear.

"You can do it now. You can even come out with me. You are pretty awesome."

The two of them are just like a business couple, constantly bragging about each other.

"It's dark here, and I don't know if there's anything in front of me... Ouch~ Who tripped me?"

Wen Baixu tripped and fell to the ground. Pain instantly spread throughout his body. When he was about to stand up, he accidentally touched something sticky on his foot.

He withdrew his hand, and felt a sticky touch on his fingertips. He pinched his fingers repeatedly, put it to his nose and sniffed. Instantly, a bloody smell reached his olfactory nerves.

"Is this blood? Could this be the place where bodies were piled up after a killing?"

As Wen Baixu was speaking, his hand unconsciously touched something slippery. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a memory suddenly came into his mind. It was this memory that completely verified his conjecture and also connected the whole story together.

The sound of shoes "tapping", echoed throughout the room, while the system in his head kept urging the phantom to leave. Although his expression could not be seen in the dark space, a trace of hot tears fell on the spot. He tightly grasped a small object in his hand, as if to strengthen his belief, but soon the phantom disappeared from the spot, and the next second after he disappeared, a figure holding a small lantern appeared at the door on the other side, and in the faint candlelight, the scene in the house appeared.

A skeleton was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied, his body covered with blood-red spells, his forehead knocked on the ground, and directly opposite him was an old man wearing a shroud with his head tilted and his left eye and half of his face missing......