Within the view of Beichuan Si, the system tasks were neatly laid out.
"System prompt: The dark Four Directions Shrine can no longer light up the lanterns, the rolling Four-direction Hook Jade, the love swallowed by the wriggling flesh in the shadowy corners... The pitch-black hatred and fear intertwine, the corpse's pale and twisted hand reaches out from behind you, unease tugs at your ankles, fear makes sweat bead on your brow and your legs tremble, while the dark silhouette has already enveloped you. The wails of the vengeful spirits linger in your ears incessantly, but you can only suppress the unease in your heart and continue to explore the dilapidated shrine, even though you don't know what awaits you—"
The system's introduction was as always verbose and meaningless. Beichuan Si glanced at it expressionlessly and continued reading.
Beneath this verbose explanation were the contents that he truly cared about.
