See the Law of Deception

Chapter 98 Inheritance (4)

Fu Xuesheng nodded slightly when she saw Lu Jinzhao's gaze: "It should be him."

This "he" refers to the master.

The examiners are dead; how will they survive the ordeal?

Lu Jinzhao thought about it for a moment, and an extremely ominous answer came to mind.

That was, of course, their deceased master, continuing to test them.

"tsk"

Lu Jinzhao silently complained to himself, "Can't these dead people on the platform just die peacefully?"
"I wonder what kind of master we'll meet tonight?"

Could it be a headless corpse sitting in the room?

How can headless corpses talk to them?
Many strange thoughts were churning in Lu Jinzhao's mind.

She looked up at the sky.

In the square house, even the sky was divided into a small section. The gloomy sky and the narrow field of vision made it feel particularly oppressive.

"I've explored enough of this place. I'll go look around elsewhere first." Fu Xuesheng waved to her and left the backyard.

Lu Jinzhao didn't intend to be tied to anyone from the beginning.

The head in the water tank shattered the illusion of tranquility in the house, giving Lu Jinzhao a sense of urgency. A Class B platform was unlikely to be as tepid as a Class C one; danger might have been lurking nearby from the very beginning.

She roused herself and quickly explored the backyard, finding nothing unusual. Several people came to the backyard, but Lu Jinzhao simply greeted them without saying much.

After leaving the backyard, she explored the entire house, familiarizing herself with the layout from memory and confirming what light sources were available. Then, seeing that it was almost time, she went to the front hall to meet up with her companions.

The platform gave her more than just experience; it also changed some of her behaviors. For example, she would never have been eager to learn about the entire terrain and lighting conditions when entering an unfamiliar place.

After arriving at the lobby and waiting for a while, people gradually arrived.

The group looked at each other, and seeing that no one was willing to take the lead, Zhong Sui sighed and spoke up, "I'm sure everyone has noticed, right?"

In this kind of platform, being the first to speak is not an easy task.

The group gradually exchanged some discoveries, some of which Lu Jinzhao had seen, and some of which she was unaware of.

Even if the information in the waiting room might suggest that only one person could survive on this platform, none of these experienced second-class passengers held back at this moment.

It's impossible that only Lu Jinzhao and Fu Xuesheng saw the head, and the focus of the discussion was on this head.

“I pulled it out and examined it. The time of death should have been around the time we entered the house. The head was still very fresh.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow and looked at Huo Ye, who had spoken these words. He was quite bold, daring to reach out and grab the head.

Is this what a second-class passenger is like?

"In other words, when we entered the house, our master died, and his head was put into a water vat. So what about his body?"

"We may see each other very soon."

After discussing for a while, seeing that it was almost time, the group set off for their master's room.

The master's room is located in the very center of the house. No matter where you are, you can reach it from here, which means it is the fastest place to reach every corner of the house.

At midnight, the sky was completely dark, but red lanterns were lit everywhere in the house. No one lit the candles inside, but they lit up on their own in the night.

The red light cast a shadow over the ancient mansion, making it dark, gloomy, and extremely ominous. "We've arrived."

Zhong Sui, who was walking at the front, stopped at the door.

"The door seems to be open." Ji Xiangchen looked and saw a crack in the door, about the width of a finger.

Unlike Lu Jinzhao's teammates at the Class C platform, who simply pushed the door open and went inside after saying it was open, these people seemed to know very well what actions might be dangerous and when they should do something.

Pushing open the door, Lu Jinzhao saw his master's room.

Just like in my memory, upon entering the door is the "living room," in the center of which sits a large wooden table, usually with tea on it. But at this moment, instead of tea, there is a headless corpse on it.

This is the master they are supposed to meet at 12 o'clock.

The atmosphere suddenly turned serious, but fortunately, the group had anticipated this.

Candles were burning in the room, both red and white, but they didn't illuminate the room much.

The master's body was unusually peaceful; apart from the missing head, it seemed as if he was simply asleep.

“There’s a piece of paper.” Zhong Sui noticed something first and pointed to the corpse’s right hand.

Then, she stepped forward, took out the paper, placed it under the candlelight, and began to read it.

As she looked at it, her expression became somewhat serious.

"You used to make shadow puppets using only the bones and skin of dead animals. Although they were lifelike, they lacked the most important element. Today, I will teach you the most crucial part of the secret technique."

"Now, the test begins. You need to use the skin and bones of the dead to make a human-shaped shadow puppet. Materials are limited, so let's start with making the skin."

"By midnight tomorrow, bring a leather bag of the right size here. Those who pass will proceed to the next trial."

This is all the content on the paper.

"Making shadow puppets out of human skin? That's too difficult." Fu Xuesheng said in a low voice, "Human skin isn't as thick as donkey skin, and carving and hollowing it out are both difficult tasks."

Not to mention assembling it into shape; human skin is too thin and too soft, making it unsuitable material for shadow puppets.

"Don't forget, this is a platform," Ji Xiangchen reminded her.

In the real world, human skin is indeed unusable as material, but inside the platform, who knows?

"The tricky part is that this task is clearly designed to make shadow puppets using our master's corpse."

It was so eerie that even before it started, a chill ran through the group.

"One human skin can make five shadow puppets. The materials are indeed not much. Let's divide them up first."

The five men surrounded the corpse and the wooden table. Without much hesitation, under the dim candlelight, they began to allocate the human skin.

Lu Jinzhao felt that this scene was extremely bizarre, but she had no way to escape; she could only become a part of this strange scene.

She never imagined that one day she would be dissecting a headless corpse alongside others.

Now, they need to peel the human skin off the corpse as completely as possible.

Fortunately, Ji Xiangchen is a surgeon in the real world, and he offered to do the surgery.

As the skin was gradually peeled away from the human tissue, the crimson texture was revealed in the candlelight, and a sense of unavoidable, physiological nausea was faintly revealed in the eyes of the group.

(End of this chapter)