I open a supermarket with strange rules

Building 1, third floor stairwell.

Zhao Xiyue observed the dealers working inside. For some reason, she always felt that there was a layer of smoke lingering on these people's faces.

The most intense atmosphere was in the office of Manager Jiang, followed by the dealer with the highest performance. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the look of dealer No. 1 seemed to be more intense, while dealer No. 2 had not appeared for ten minutes.

Zhao Xiyue also saw an acquaintance inside, dealer No. 65, the prettiest one among the people who came with her. Zhao Xiyue vaguely remembered that this girl was very timid and was scared to tears by Huang Mao's death when she entered the park.

But now she looked a little different.

The smoke lingering over her head was darker than that of the average old employee.

The statue placed in the corner seemed to be a little clearer than during the day, but its appearance was still unclear.

She continued to walk upstairs with light steps.

The corridor is very dark. In order to save energy, the company has kept everything dark except for the space needed for office work.

In the pitch-black darkness, Zhao Xiyue seemed to be able to hear only her own breathing. The darkness behind her was like a bottomless abyss that swallowed up everything. In front of her, behind her, and around her, it was all pitch black.

Zhao Xiyue could only touch the handrail and walk up carefully.

There are only two steps from the third floor to the fourth floor.

"There are only 64 steps from the second floor to the third floor. I just walked up at least 80 steps, but I haven't even turned yet." Zhao Xiyue gently stroked the handrail, picking up a few dust particles with her fingers. "The handrail is covered with dust. No one has been here for a long time."

Zhao Xiyue couldn't help but quicken her pace, counting the steps in her mind.

Level 99, turning point.

At level 199, my feet finally touched flat ground.

Although she had only climbed less than 200 steps, Zhao Xiyue felt a dull pain in her heart, as if a stone was pressing on her heart. When a dim fire finally appeared in front of her, Zhao Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief and dragged her tired steps towards the fire.

She stopped when she was less than ten meters away from the fire.

What I see in front of me is a dilapidated temple. How could there be a temple hidden in an office building?

What was even more strange was that her feet, which had been filled with lead, were now able to move briskly in less than a second without any sense of fatigue. As if attracted by something, Zhao Xiyue walked forward and entered the temple.

Compared with the dilapidated exterior, the interior is magnificent. A group of handsome monks, 188cm tall, with eight-pack abs and half of their bodies wrapped in cassocks, kneeled in front of him with dazed eyes.

The most handsome monk among them seemed to have sensed someone coming and walked slowly to Zhao Xiyue.

"Amitabha, what can I do for you, benefactor?" He chanted the Buddha's name and bowed forward. His originally loose robes slipped off his shoulders, revealing his eight-pack abdominal muscles.

The robes continued to slide down, and the belt around his waist was shaky.

At the critical moment, Zhao Xiyue quickly grabbed the cassock and put it back on the monk's shoulders amidst his puzzled expression.

Taking a step back, Zhao Xiyue smiled and said, "I got here by mistake. How can I leave?"

The handsome monk said, "Amitabha, please keep walking along this road until you reach the end. Don't look back, and you will be able to leave naturally."

After saying this, he returned to his original place, sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned rapidly.

A strange thought came to Zhao Xiyue's mind, "How come this is the same as the test in the novel? If you pass it, you will get a 999-level Dragon Slaying Sword. With one strike, all the weird stories will be shattered."

She shook her head, dismissing this absurd thought, and suddenly found herself standing in a dilapidated Buddhist temple. The Buddha statue in front of her collapsed, and the offerings on the incense table rotted, leaving behind a mass of black unknown objects.

There are eighteen cushions placed in front of the Buddha statue, and on each cushion sits a white skeleton, wearing a cassock and sitting quietly on the cushion.

Was that just... an illusion?

Zhao Xiyue took a deep breath and realized that this place was definitely not simple. She belatedly called the system in her mind, but the system was as quiet as a chicken and did not give any response.

Even the panel for checking the suicide value is gone.

The system is suppressed, or there is the ability to block the system.

Ever since entering the world of ghost stories, the system has been Zhao Xiyue's greatest reliance. Now that the system has lost connection, it is impossible for her to not be panicked.

But panicking will only make you die faster.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xiyue pushed open the door with a brass handle on the left and entered the second room.

The hot steam was swirling and the veil was hazy. In front of us was a huge hot spring pool, in which 32 beautiful women were either soaking in the water, leaning to the left of the pool, or standing by the pool.

The strange thing is that these beauties all have big red fruits on their heads. The fruits are plump and juicy, with a charming aroma.

"Eat the fruit and you will become beautiful. Don't worry about them, they won't die."

"In ten minutes, these people will wake up and you will never be able to pick the fruit."

boom.

After the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Zhao Xiyue found a woman lying in front of her, like a lamb to be slaughtered, at her mercy.

Zhao Xiyue squatted down, picked the fruit from the woman's head, and put it to her nose to smell it.

She seemed to hear another sigh. Zhao Xiyue thought about it and directly stuffed the fruit into the mouth of the woman in front of her.

The fruit melted like water, and the beauty woke up faintly. A brass door appeared. Zhao Xiyue didn't even say hello, but went straight to the brass door and stepped into the next room.

Tempted with power, Zhao Xiyue smashed the scepter. She didn't need others to grant her rights.

Enticed with money, Zhao Xiyue spent all her gold, complaining in her heart that if she wanted to, she should just give greenbacks, what's the use of gold?

Put her in the abyss, Zhao Xiyue just lay down and died. If she died, she wouldn't have to go through these damn rules and weird stories.

With delicious food and wine in front of her, Zhao Xiyue closed her eyes. She would never eat a single bite of the food in the ghost story even if she was beaten to death!

After opening the last brass door, the strange illusion inside was no longer there. A slightly familiar scene came into view. It was a Buddha statue that was more than ten meters tall.

The Buddha with a compassionate face was tied to the ground with his eyes closed. Countless transparent crystal tubes were inserted into his head, limbs, and stomach. Streams of real smoke were transported closer to his body through the tubes.

Invisible pressure and pollution surged towards her, and Zhao Xiyue seemed to have returned to the Niangniang Temple in the fishing village on the south bank, feeling the horror of facing the gods directly.

She thought to herself in a humorous way that no matter how powerful Wen Ruoshui, the heroine of the original novel, was, she was not like her, meeting two gods in three ghost stories, right?

Struggling to resist the erosion of the pollution on her mind, Zhao Xiyue vaguely saw a golden light looming in the smoke at the location of her belly button. The golden light was surrounded by colorful smoke, and there seemed to be a faint black color in it.

Smoke, desire.

Each floor nurtures desires, and then these desires nurture this golden light.

[Death value +99]

I don't know when the system came back, and it brought a 99 suicide value with it.

Extremely dangerous!