64: Chapter 64 Unveiling the Surface World

"With this playback function, it really is equivalent to having a photographic memory."

Chen Mo felt he should keep this up in the future; if he could get something for free, he absolutely shouldn't waste his own brain cells.

He should let his brain focus more on thinking.

"Now I've also obtained two useful pieces of information."

"The parchment recipe—after drinking it, you can see ghosts, and even... if you sell your soul, you can make ghosts do things for you."

This hellish magic recipe likely can't be taken out of the dungeon.

It's a plot necessity.

The Latin text and illustrations inside involve complex processes; if one didn't have a photographic memory, no one would be able to remember them after leaving the dungeon.

But Chen Mo possessed the playback function, which meant the recipe was already his.

In the future, if he encountered ghosts in an invisible state again, Chen Mo could similarly brew the potion and see them directly.

"And the other newly obtained reward..."

[Reward: One opportunity to go out and seek assistance]

"What this means is... I can have one opportunity to leave the Haunted House."

For now, once he left the Haunted House, the outside world was vast.

Chen Mo didn't know where to look for clues, so he wouldn't use it yet.

The best way to deal with Western ghosts is the Bible and a crucifix.

These items were available with the priest, but Chen Mo now understood that what he really needed to oppose might not be a ghost.

It was the person who could control ghosts after drinking the parchment magic potion.

Even if he called the priest, it would likely just be feeding them a kill on the spot.

It's a classic trope in Western horror movies.

"However... who exactly is this person controlling the ghosts? And where are they hiding now?"

"The Haunted House is only this big; I've been to every room, and there are no Secret Rooms or anything like that."

"Could it really be outside the Haunted House?"

"Tomorrow, I must negotiate with Amy again."

Chen Mo felt that the key to everything lay with his mysterious Sister-in-law.

She should know more.

While deep in thought, he suddenly smelled the scent of lavender in his nostrils.

It was like a woman's soft, long hair stroking one's cheek.

Chen Mo couldn't help but yawn; this time, he could clearly realize it.

He was about to fall asleep, and it was a forced sleep.

Someone was trying to make Chen Mo sleep, and then, during his sleep, do some underhanded things.

However...

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Mo's mouth.

"I can watch the short videos sent in the Management Group; let you be as strong as you want."

Mocking the mysterious person who wanted to cause trouble in his heart, Chen Mo voluntarily closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Sam, oh! Poor Sam."

"I will definitely kill you; after all, you are that man's student."

"I want to destroy everything of his, I want to push him completely into hell!"

An unknown whisper reached Chen Mo's ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite him.

The time displayed on it was [3:15 AM].

Chen Mo supported his somewhat confused brain and raised his upper body.

Then, Chen Mo saw his wife, sitting not far from him.

"Anna? What are you doing?!"

Chen Mo was still sleeping on the living room sofa, and had been sleeping for 2 days, although he couldn't remember every detail clearly.

But there was definitely no mirror in the living room.

And at this moment, right in front of Anna Catherine, stood a huge vanity.

The upper part of the vanity was a circular classical mirror, and the lower part was a wooden table for placing cosmetics.

Such a huge vanity—did it grow legs and run into the living room on its own?

His wife was sitting in front of the vanity.

Holding a comb, she was brushing her hair there incessantly.

A woman, at 3:15 AM, sitting alone in the living room, brushing her hair in front of a mirror?

And without even turning on the lights.

What was even more eerie was...

At this moment, his wife's hair had changed color; half of her original long blonde hair had turned white.

"Could she be possessed by a ghost?"

Chen Mo gulped, looking at the system prompt in front of him.

Anna Catherine's Sanity was decreasing rapidly; for every brush of her hair, it decreased by 1 point.

Chen Mo walked over and placed his palm on his wife's shoulder.

As soon as he made contact, Chen Mo felt a bone-chilling cold in his palm.

This feeling was like touching a corpse.

"Anna, are you okay?" Chen Mo asked nervously.

Although her hand was cold, this was his wife, so Chen Mo did not move his palm away.

Feeling her husband's concern, his wife's unfocused pupils regained a bit of luster.

The Sanity that was draining crazily before Chen Mo's eyes finally stopped.

Anna spoke: "My head is so itchy, I want to brush my hair, I want to drive all the dirty things out of my hair!"

Chen Mo's gaze shifted to the comb, and he grabbed her hand that was brushing her hair.

"Damn! What is going on?"

Chen Mo wanted to stop his wife from continuing to brush her hair, however, his wife's strength was astonishingly great.

Chen Mo's arm followed her as it slid up and down.

Brushing her hair over and over again.

Chen Mo's Ghost Power had already reached 90 points; although it wasn't as high as the Dean's, it was already half as strong as the Dean.

He could absolutely shatter a stone with one punch.

But his wife's movements did not stop at all.

She was still repeating, "I want to brush my hair, my head is so itchy, right! I remember now, he must have come back to find me!"

"He wants to take my head; give it to him, I need to hurry up and give my head to him."

"After all, I once cut off his head, this is an equivalent exchange, this is fair!"

As she spoke, his wife suddenly looked at the pen holder on the vanity.

A sharp pair of scissors was stuck inside.

Her palm quickly reached out, grabbed the scissors, and then she raised them, moving them bit by bit in front of her fingers.

The scissors opened, aiming at one of her own fingers, intending to do something.

Chen Mo knew very well what.

"Anna!"

Chen Mo grabbed Anna's hand, trying to stop her from cutting off her finger.

However, just like with the hair brushing, Chen Mo's strength was simply not enough!

Just as the scissors cut through the skin.

Chen Mo aimed at Anna's neck and delivered a swift hand chop.

Under the effect of nerve paralysis, Anna's body shuddered, and the scissors in her hand clattered to the floor.

Her whole body instantly went numb, and she slumped backward, leaning into Chen Mo's embrace.

"What on earth is going on?"

Looking at his wife in his arms, whose skin was deathly pale, lips purple, and only a few strands of hair had not yet turned white.

Her eyes were filled with Fear as she stared at the mirror in front of her.

Chen Mo felt extremely angry.

"Are ghosts toying with people? Is tormenting them very fun?!" Chen Mo shouted his frustration at the empty living room.

Subsequently, he took that bottle of black liquid out of his pocket.

And gulped it down his throat.

His Adam's apple rolled, and a disgusting taste exploded from the tip of his tongue.

Making Chen Mo unable to help but cover his mouth and retch.

When those black liquids slid down his esophagus into his stomach, a strange black energy darted through his blood vessels.

Chen Mo raised his head again.

A dark arc of light flashed across the surface of his pupils, and his eyes transformed into purple magic eyes.

The veil that had been covering the surface world was finally lifted.

"Is it you who has been causing trouble all this time?" Chen Mo said coldly.