I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Deep inside the cave, Gu Qing sat on a naturally formed stone chair.

A huge holographic interface, visible only to him, floated in front of him, densely packed with countless data models.

[Script Node: Historical Rewind]

[Scene being generated: The Lost "Fallen Flower Village"]

[Details are being added: architectural style from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, 300 years of weathering, traces of daily life, family genealogy records...]

[Required Faith Points: 15,000]

"That's right." Gu Qing tapped his fingers lightly in the air, as if playing a silent piano piece. "A perfect lie cannot only be terrifying in the present; it must have the 'roots' of the past. Ghosts without history are just stickers; with history, they become culture, the 'god' of this land."

As his finger fell, the world outside the cave underwent a dramatic transformation.

If God created the world in seven days, then Gu Qing could "falsify" a piece of history in just seven seconds.

In the blind spots of those fully armed agents, the soil churned, and the vegetation withered and flourished.

The ruins of stilted houses emerged from the ground, the blue bricks were instantly covered with moss, and the wooden pillars rotted, cracked, and sprouted termite nests in the blink of an eye. On the already broken tiles, firing marks from hundreds of years ago appeared out of nowhere.

This is not merely the creation of architecture, but also the compression of time.

Three hundred years of time were violently compressed into a single moment by the system.

[System notification: The scene [Luohua Village Ruins] has been generated.]

Reality Distortion: 15%

[Warning: Due to the highly realistic historical details, there may be slight deviations in real-world historical records (Mandela Effect).]

Gu Qing didn't care.

He stood up and looked at the peach blossom path that extended into the cave entrance.

"The stage is set, and the background story is written."

"Let's read this history, Captain Zhao."

……

Five minutes later.

Zhao Feng's team finally emerged from that suffocating dense forest.

However, the scene before them stunned everyone.

Even special forces soldiers wielding heavy firepower felt a sense of absurdity from the depths of their souls.

Before them, beneath that enormous karst cave, lay an ancient Miao village.

This is not one of those tourist attractions developed for tourism purposes; it is a real dead city.

Dozens of stilted houses are built against the mountainside, scattered in a staggered manner, but each one exudes a strong smell of decay. The paper windows have long since rotted away, and the dark, gaping windows are like pairs of empty eyes, watching these uninvited guests.

"Is this village on the map?" a team member asked in a hoarse voice.

The communications technician frantically pounded on the military terminal, his face pale: "No. Satellite maps show this is a primeval forest, without even a road. Moreover... according to county records, this area was designated a restricted zone during the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty, and no one lives here at all."

"Then what's this?" another team member asked, pointing to the village entrance.

At the entrance of the village stands a huge stone archway.

The archway was half broken, covered in dark red vines. But under the beam of a flashlight, three large characters could still be vaguely discerned:

Luohua Village

The calligraphy is vigorous and ancient, carrying an indescribable chill. On the stone pillars of the archway, densely packed small characters are carved, though most are weathered and blurred, a few lines are still clearly legible:

"All women of our tribe who are chosen by the gods shall bathe and burn incense, then enter the cave to serve the gods. They shall be born as fallen flowers, and die as souls within the cave..."

Zhao Feng stepped forward and reached out to touch the stone pillar.

Cold and rough.

The sensation from his fingertips told him that the stone had been weathered for at least three hundred years. The moss in the crevices, the stains on the stone, and even the stale smell of the stone all screamed to him: this was a genuine ancient site.

"Captain, how is this possible?" A team member with an archaeology background approached, his face filled with disbelief. "This weathering layer, this patina... it's definitely not newly formed. This place has been abandoned for at least two hundred years! But our previous drone reconnaissance didn't capture anything!"

Zhao Feng withdrew his hand, looking at the stone powder on his fingertips with a terrifyingly deep gaze.

"Don't worry about whether it's reasonable or not." Zhao Feng coldly interrupted his teammate's questioning. "In this damn place, materialism doesn't work for the time being."

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the village.

There stood a shrine that was noticeably taller than the other buildings. The shrine's doors were open, and a faint red light emanated from within.

That sweet, cloying fragrance of peach blossoms wafts from there.

"Enter the village." Zhao Feng pulled out the blood-stained dagger. "Be vigilant, don't touch anything. Even a single tile could kill you."

The group cautiously entered the desolate village.

The stone path underfoot was covered with moss, and each step produced a hollow echo.

The stilted houses on both sides of the street seemed to be filled with various daily necessities.

Through the broken windows, one can see a dusty spinning wheel, rotten tables and chairs, and even food bowls and chopsticks that have dried up and turned into fossils on the table.

Everything remained exactly as it had been hundreds of years ago, as if on an ordinary afternoon, the entire village had suddenly vanished in an instant.

"Captain, look at this."

A team member stopped at the door of a room.

Two faded red lanterns hung on the door frame, and the still bright red "囍" character was pasted on the door.

Strangely, the character "囍" was pasted upside down.

On the ground by the door, a pair of red embroidered shoes were neatly arranged.

The toes of the shoes point inwards, and the heels point outwards.

It was as if someone had just taken off their shoes and walked into the house barefoot.

"These shoes..." The team member was about to use the barrel of his gun to pick at the shoes.

"Don't move!" Zhao Feng shouted sternly.

He crouched down and stared intently at the embroidered shoes.

On the uppers of those shoes, an exquisitely crafted design of mandarin ducks playing in the water was embroidered in gold thread. However, the eyes of these mandarin ducks were not embroidered, but rather inlaid with two real human teeth.

"These are 'shoes for the dead.'" Zhao Feng's voice was a little hoarse. "It's a tradition of the older generation in western Hunan that shoes for the living are made with cotton thread, but shoes for the dead... are made with bone."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

The half-closed wooden door creaked open.

Inside the room, directly opposite the door, was a red wedding bed.

There was no one in the bed.

But beneath the red bedding, a human-shaped outline bulged out.

The outline was undulating slightly, as if something was breathing under the blanket.

"Everyone, stand back!" Zhao Feng suddenly stood up, holding the dagger horizontally in front of his chest.

However, before they could react, a mournful suona horn suddenly rang out over the entire village.

"Drip—tick—drip—"

This is not the joy of a wedding, but the sorrow of a funeral.

Immediately afterwards, all the doors of the stilted houses in the village opened with a "bang" at the same time!

Behind each door, there was a pair of red embroidered shoes.

On each bed, there is a undulating human figure covered by a red quilt.

[System notification: The prelude to the climax of the script has been triggered.]

[Scene Name: A Hundred Ghosts Awaiting Marriage]

"Hehe...My lord has arrived..."

"Our husband has come to pick us up..."

Countless charming, plaintive, and smug female voices emanated from the rooms on all sides, converging into a massive sound wave that almost pierced the agents' eardrums.

Zhao Feng only felt a blur before his eyes.

What he saw was no longer a dilapidated village, but a bustling village decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons.

The once empty windows were now filled with young women dressed in red wedding gowns, their faces as beautiful as peach blossoms, their smiles radiant, waving handkerchiefs and beckoning to Zhao Feng and the others.

"Come here... my lord..."

"Come have a drink at the wedding banquet..."

"Captain! I can't control myself!" A young team member, his eyes bloodshot, threw down his gun and, grinning foolishly, walked towards the nearest house. "I...I'm going to get married...She's so beautiful..."

"Snapped!"

Zhao Feng slapped the teammate hard across the face.

But that didn't work.

The team member seemed oblivious to the pain, still grinning foolishly, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"This is spiritual pollution!" Zhao Feng's heart sank.

The other party doesn't even need to attack directly; as long as the "reality" here overwhelms their "cognition," they will walk into a dead end on their own.

"Since you two want to get married..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the ruthlessness in his eyes erupted completely.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood, imbued with yang energy, onto the dagger in his hand, and then slashed fiercely at the void!

"Then I'll send you to marry the King of Hell!"

"Everyone! Throw Molotov cocktails at the nearest house!"

"Since it's all just a facade of prosperity, then burn it down!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With several violent explosions, several thermite incendiary bombs crashed into the stilted houses on both sides.

A white flame reaching a temperature of two thousand degrees instantly erupted, engulfing the dilapidated wooden buildings and the beautiful illusions.

In the firelight, those charming laughs turned into shrill screams.

"ah--!!!"

The flames illuminated Zhao Feng's ferocious face.

"You're playing tricks, come out here!"

Zhao Feng roared at the tallest ancestral hall.

Inside the cave deep within the ancestral hall, Gu Qing watched this scene and gently clapped his hands.

"Not bad, that's more like it."

"Fear only tastes sweetest when it is confronted."

He turned around and looked into the darkness behind him.

"Props team, prepare for the next round."

"Serve Captain Zhao a hearty dish."