I deliver food in a bizarre world

The tiny, materialized hand made of black mist had been slowly and forcefully squeezed out from the crack in the door.

Cold, viscous, and pure malice...

Chen Mo had no time to pay attention to the comments; his muscles were tense and his heart was pounding like a drum.

Should we run?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

Not to mention whether this thing will chase him, he doesn't even know if the mission was successful!

If his escape is considered a failure, the punishment of depriving him of his senses alone will be enough to give him a hard time!

Who knows whether it was sight or hearing that was taken away?

In this environment, losing any of your senses could be fatal!

If he went blind, he wouldn't even know how to leave this place...

He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.

Grandpa seemed to have muttered something like this when he was drinking: you can't deal with this kind of childish tyrant head-on.

They are very persistent and extremely clingy...

Got it!

Chen Mo took a deep breath, slowly bent down, picked up the bowl of still-warm glutinous rice from the ground, and tore off the plastic wrap.

He dared not make any big movements, for fear of stimulating the thing in the crack of the door.

"Little one, are you hungry? I've left your food at the door, look, it's still warm..."

"Why don't you come out and get it yourself? I'm afraid of the dark, so I won't go in..."

He pushed the sticky rice forward, placing it just two palm-widths away from the crack in the door.

He didn't know how he could say such cowardly things with such confidence.

The crying behind the door paused for a moment.

The twisted black hand, which was still some distance away from him, stopped at this moment, seemingly looking at the bowl of rice.

Seeing this, Chen Mo felt somewhat relieved.

But the next second, the crying behind the door suddenly turned shrill!

"Waaaah—! You lied! I hate you! I hate you!"

boom!

A stronger gust of cold wind burst out from the crack in the door, causing the dust on the ground to swirl and fly up.

"Oh my god!" Chen Mo stumbled and sat down on the ground.

With a wave of his black hand, the bowl of glutinous rice instantly became dry and hard, and quickly turned black, as if it had been dried for months in an instant.

The three incense sticks broke off in the middle, and the sparks went out.

The small black hand suddenly expanded, exuding a chilling aura, and grabbed directly at Chen Mo's ankle!

[Holy crap, this brat! My ears!]

What's going on?! Is that hand real?!

[This must be special effects! Where would you find something this eerie?]

The food went bad, and the aroma is gone! Holy crap, how did they do that?! There was clearly nothing there!

[Mo Ge, get out of the way!]

[The streamer is doomed!]

Chen Mo's scalp tingled, and he practically scrambled backward, narrowly avoiding the grab.

He was wearing cropped jeans, his calves were bare, and when the cold wind swept over them, it felt like being touched by ice, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Damn it, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" He got angry too, and his wickedness grew.

Even clay figures have a touch of earthiness.

He recalled that once, after his grandfather helped the villagers deal with a "water ghost pulling at their feet," he drunkenly said something while wiping his compass.

When the malevolent energy is weak, it can be soothed; when it has fully formed, it needs to be deterred!

The human body has three lamps: one on the head and one on the shoulders, where yang energy gathers; and the blood on the tip of the tongue is the most yang...

But blood on the tip of the tongue... how painful must that be?

Chen Mo subconsciously licked his teeth and immediately cowered.

Before he could think it through, an even more piercing cry came, making him dizzy and disoriented.

Accompanied by cries, the small black hand reached out again.

He steeled himself, rolled over, and bit his tongue hard.

"hiss--!"

A sharp pain shot through me, and my mouth tasted metallic and sweet.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood towards the outstretched black hand and the crack in the door!

Blood droplets mixed with saliva splattered into the air.

In Ling Tong's vision, those few drops of bright red blood seemed to be accompanied by a golden-red halo!

"laugh--!"

Like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water, a violent burning sound rang out, and a wisp of blue smoke immediately rose from the spot where the small black hand touched the blood foam.

The black mist seemed to have been scalded, and it abruptly retreated into the crack of the door, becoming noticeably thinner.

The crying turned into a painful scream, filled with anger, and at the same time, a sense of fear.

[Mom, what am I looking at?!]

How much did this prop cost?!

[It should be a prop health pack...]

[It doesn't look like it! The streamer's expression just now was priceless, he really bit!]

[Brother Mo is awesome! (Voice cracks)]

Chen Mo was panting heavily, his mouth was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath, but he felt a wave of fear and relief.

My grandfather's traditional method actually worked!

The temperature at the entrance of room 404 dropped several degrees, and fine water droplets even began to condense on the walls. This was no longer the normal temperature for summer!

The humanoid black shadow writhed violently behind the door, emitting a low growl filled with hatred.

Clearly, it was enraged and wouldn't let it go! But because of the harm Chen Mo had caused it, it dared not make any rash moves at the moment.

Chen Mo could sense that it was preparing for an even more ferocious attack!

The blood from the tip of his tongue can only be used once; if he had to do it again, he figured he'd faint from the pain...

What should I do?

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

A direct confrontation is definitely not going to work...

Chen Mo's gaze swept quickly around him, fragmented memories of his childhood flashing through his mind, and he thought of his grandfather's cooking.

Paper connects the yin and yang worlds; it can carry spirits, but it can also deceive them…

Paper……

His gaze swept around and finally landed on the clump of damp soil he had just pried off the corner of the wall to secure the incense sticks.

A bold idea popped into my head.

He had neither paper nor cinnabar.

But his hands were covered in mud, and there was blood from his freshly bitten tongue!

These are readily available materials!

He quickly squatted down, grabbed a handful of wet mud without regard for his image, and kneaded it rapidly in his palm.

At the same time, he endured the pain and squeezed out a little blood from the tip of his tongue, which dripped onto the mud ball.

"Family, things are getting a bit tricky," he said into the live stream phone, his voice slurred due to the injury in his mouth.

"We need to sculpt a stand-in for this little guy on the spot, so he won't keep bothering us..."

[No, Brother Mo, we just meant if things get tough, let's run!]

[On-site teaching?]

[Given the situation, you still have the mind to sculpt clay figures? This is definitely scripted!]

Are you serious, streamer?

Although I didn't understand it, I was deeply shocked!

Chen Mo ignored the comments and focused intently, his fingers flying across the keyboard, relying on his vague childhood memories.

In just a few seconds, he sculpted a small clay figurine that was only roughly human-shaped.

Whether it works or not, let's try anything!

He dripped two drops of blood onto his finger and then dotted two eyes onto the clay figure's head.

In an instant, Chen Mo felt as if his mind had become hazy for a moment, and a faint, cool breath flowed from his fingertips and into the small clay figurine.

The clay figurine in my hand suddenly felt different.

He took a deep breath and gently placed the rough clay figurine, stained with his blood, next to the bowl of dried and blackened glutinous rice, facing the crack in the door.

Then, he said to the person inside the door:

"Little one, your big brother has found you a new friend to keep you company..."

"The food is here, and so are your friends. You'll see them as soon as you come out."

"My brother is really leaving..."

After saying that, he didn't linger or look at the shadow behind the door anymore, and turned to leave.

He could feel the cold, piercing gaze still fixed on him from behind that door.

But this time, there was no crying or anything else unusual coming from inside.

At first, his steps were steady, but after descending half a floor, he suddenly quickened his pace, almost rushing down the stairs in two steps at a time!

As he ran, he shouted, "Help!!!!!"

A row of neat question marks floated across the live stream screen.