Dotore from Genshin Impact is my teacher

(This chapter mainly describes the scene where the protagonist lets Hazard be devoured by a ghost; it might not be very well written, and I didn't find it scary at all.)

(I'm currently considering whether to write a horror or historical novel. I'd appreciate any suggestions, as I have a serious case of decision-making difficulties and obsessive-compulsive disorder.)

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Everything proceeded as planned according to the original plot.

Because as long as it's a dream, Chen Xi, who controls the dream, can intervene anytime, anywhere.

He erased the memories of Paimon and everyone else who had seen him, keeping only what he had said to Kong Ge, and erasing everything else.

The Great Sage Azar could alter other people's memories using the Void Terminal, and Chen Xi could do the same, after all, he was also a genuine god.

The dream cycle has officially begun, and the cycle is the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival. The sages believe they are in control of everything, but in reality, they are just players in the game, and the mastermind of the dream is manipulating things in the dark.

It feels so good to have powerful divine power and control everything. No wonder the Dream God wants to control them to worship him through dreams. This feeling is really fascinating.

Fortunately, it was killed by Morax the Rock God with an arrow, otherwise such powerful strength would have become a disaster.

All I have to do is guide the plot forward. The instructions are already set, so I can take a break for a while.

Suddenly remembered something important! Great Sage Hazard, I've come to deliver a surprise! Hehehe!

Hazard sneezed several times in a row, but didn't pay much attention and went straight to bed. Now is the perfect time to drift off to sleep and experience a taste of Chinese horror.

"Hazard! Hazard! Hazard!"

On a dark and windy night, a gust of cold wind forced its way in through the window, rustling the leaves. Crows, symbols of death, perched on the branches. The scene outside was subtly changing, but Hazard was completely unaware.

At that moment, his attention was entirely focused on that inexplicable sound.

"Who? Who's calling me?" He didn't know that the response meant he was agreeing to play together.

Looking around, there was no one there except for the calls echoing in my ears and the banging of the windows, because it was a ghost.

"Give me back my life!" A shrill, piercing female voice came from below. Azar looked up and saw that Red Fiend had two deep-set eyes, each about ten centimeters in diameter, with blood flowing down from each eye about three centimeters in diameter. Her face was deathly pale, her skin dull and lifeless, and she exuded a damp aura that was suffocating. Strangely, she had a head of white hair.

Because he died unjustly while wearing red, he harbors great resentment and wants to kill any living person he sees.

"A ghost!" Hazard wasn't stupid; he turned and ran.

The white hair seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping itself around Hazard's neck. Hazard fell headfirst onto the bed, the force of the white hair almost suffocating him.

When his life was threatened, he groped around on the bed and touched something with a metallic feel. Without caring what it was, he threw it at Hong Sha.

Red Fiend let out a painful howl, the sound extremely piercing, and White Hair also released Hazard.

Hazard seized the opportunity to escape, his forehead beaded with sweat, clearly terrified.

Despite the pain, Hong Sha forcibly pulled out the blessed dagger that had pierced his chest and continued his pursuit.

……

Hazard was unaware that his surroundings had changed and was still thinking of asking the guards for help.

The dark, narrow road was winding and eerie. The moon was obscured by the surging black clouds, with only a hazy, dark halo of light peeking through from behind the thick clouds. The wind rustled through the tall treetops, producing a series of enormous, slow rustling sounds.

The forest was so quiet it seemed as if everything was asleep in the fear of death. The ghostly figures and chilling cries could give one the illusion of being in the underworld. The wind rustled the leaves. Hazar sat resting under an old tree, his pajamas soaked with sweat. A chill ran through him. They were coming, and they were not human.

The eerie green flames rose and slowly approached Hazar, but seemed to have encountered something frightening and scattered in all directions.

A middle-aged man's eerie voice echoed: "The Path of Vengeful Ghosts: Vengeful ghosts roam freely, the living must not stray. Vengeful ghosts linger silently by your side..."

"Drink its blood, eat its flesh, devour its soul..."

Hazard swallowed hard, not daring to turn his head. Instinct told him to run! But he was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

The middle-aged man in yellow put down the oil lamp in his hand. Strangely, he had no shadow. His pale, stiff face looked moldy, and he had a strange smell about him.

He forced a smile and greeted Hazard: "Hello, sir."

The sudden appearance of the face in front of him startled Hazard. His heart pounded, and he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. It was normal for him to be old, but the surroundings were eerily quiet, and the only sound was his heartbeat.

"Ah! You...who are you!"

"Don't be afraid, sir, I am Yang Mingyi."

Yang Mingyi leaned closer and sniffed him: "You have a fragrance..."

After sniffing again, Yang Mingyi became unusually excited. His once normal face began to rot, with worms crawling in the decaying flesh, making him look incredibly bizarre. He emitted an extremely pungent stench of corpses.

"What...what's wrong with you?" Hazard asked him cautiously, thinking it was some kind of illness.

Yang Mingyi grabbed his hand and smelled it: "It smells so good..."

"I haven't smelled this scent in a long time."

His slightly cloudy eyes gleamed with greed: "It's a person! A delicious, living person!"

The cold air it exhaled hit Hazard's face, and he had a very bad feeling. He tried to pull his hand back, but he was no match for the ghost's strength.

"The meat looks a bit tough, but it's still good for satisfying my craving." With that, Yang Mingyi bit down on Hazard's arm, tearing off large chunks of flesh. The wound was so deep that bone was visible, and blood flowed down his arm.

The intense pain made Hazar realize that this creature was indeed a cannibal, and the bloody smell it emitted was attracting the ghosts closer.

It was too late to escape now; the familiar white hair pierced Hazard's thigh bone like sharp thorns, sucking his blood.

Hazard's upper body was covered in ghostly insects that gnawed at the flesh on his face and body, and his blood and clothes were stuck together.

The so-called ghost insects are actually the souls of dead people gathered together in the countryside.

……

When Chen Xi looked at Hazard again, he was a corpse with only a few pieces of rotten flesh left. The corpse was infested with maggots, and his head was covered with them. Some of the maggots even crawled out of his eyes and mouth, making him look disgusting and terrifying.

His soul was torn apart by numerous ghosts, then reassembled, repeating this process thousands of times. Once the ghosts got tired of playing with it, they would devour his soul.

The pain experienced by the soul is 100 times more intense than that experienced by the body.

He committed blasphemy by imprisoning the young grass god and showing him disrespect.