Chapter 224 Knowing Too Much Is a Sin
After just a little thought, Fen Wu soon figured out the key: “Yu Ziqian has already opened the almanac and is using the rules of Zhao You to avoid disaster and seek good fortune, in order to offset the bad luck I brought.”

He picked up the work badge hanging on the branch, looked at it in the moonlight, and instead of hanging it back, he threw it into the bushes on the side. Then he pulled out the wooden stick that Ning Zhe had stuck in the ground as a tombstone, and stuck it under another tree.

Whether it is useful or not, Fen Wu doesn’t mind causing trouble for Yu Ziqian.

After all, the next game will be directly linked to “luck”.

Fen Wu looked back at the high prison wall behind him and said softly, “Calculating the time, it’s almost time.”

A gust of wind suddenly blew in Chenyu Valley at night, causing the woods to roll in green waves. The tree next to Fenwu also swayed in the wind. With a snap, a dead branch as thick as an arm suddenly broke and fell right on him, hitting him on the head and causing a bloody mess.

“…”

Covering the bloody back of his head, Fenwu stood up without saying a word. He didn’t curse or complain. He was used to having bad luck.

“But you will be more unlucky than me, Yu Ziqian…” Fen Wu murmured softly and left the cenotaph under the tree.

At the same time in the prison, Ning Zhe pushed the door and walked into a single cell, dragging out a half-dead prisoner.

“Are you sure it was a prison guard who opened the cell door?” Ning Zhe asked the prisoner in the cell next door.

“Yes, that’s right… Everyone saw it. There was a prison guard who seemed not afraid of ghosts. He walked up to the ghost and untied its rope…” The prisoner replied hesitantly, “After untying the rope of the ghost, the prison guard came to this cell. I don’t know what he said to Lao Wang after he entered. Lao Wang became like this now…”

Lao Wang is the name of the half-dead prisoner.

Ning Zhe put down the gun that was pointed at the prisoner next door and put it back on his waist. He freed his hands to pry open Lao Wang’s eyes. His eyeballs were moving unconsciously under his eyelids, as if he was dreaming.

“What did Fenwu do to him?” Ning Zhe put Lao Wang down, feeling full of doubts.

This Lao Wang was a new prisoner who was imprisoned here just last month. Like Lao Li, he was also influenced by the ideological stamp and went to extremes to kill people and ended up in jail. Ning Zhe had already stolen the identity of “the god that Lao Wang cannot look directly at” from him a few days ago.

But not long ago, Ning Zhe felt through Taiyi that this identity had disappeared.

There are two possibilities for this situation. Either Lao Wang no longer thinks he is the ‘God Who Cannot Be Looked At Directly’, or Lao Wang is dead.

The first possibility is unlikely, because Ning Zhe has already solidified Lao Wang’s cognition into a mental stamp. Although the rules that are too easy to copy are not as extreme and absolute as those of real ghosts, they are by no means easily changed.

The second possibility is also wrong because Lao Wang is not dead.

He was still alive, just asleep…if this state could be called sleep.

Ning Zhe pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into Lao Wang’s thigh, deliberately avoiding the blood vessels and allowing the entire blade to completely sink into the flesh.

Lao Wang’s body twitched and his thighs spasmed. This was an instinctive nerve reaction, but other than that, there was no other reaction. He let the blood flow along the blade and drip onto the ground, without any sign of waking up.

“What exactly did Fenwu do to him?” Ning Zhe had no idea.

According to the description of the prisoners in the next cell, Fenwu only spoke a few words to Lao Wang after entering this cell.

With just a few words, not only did the mental imprint that Taiyi had placed on Lao Wang disappear, but he also fell into the deathly slumber from which he was unable to wake up… The feeling of being at a loss was maddening.

“Besides…” Ning Zhe put down the sleeping Old Wang and looked at the prisoners in the cell next to him who were staring at him eagerly: “Why didn’t Fen Wu kill them?”

The prisoners in the next cell indirectly witnessed what he did to Lao Wang through the wall. Maybe they didn’t see it directly, but the Upgraded ones regard information as their life. If you put yourself in Ning Zhe’s shoes, if he were Fen Wu, he would definitely kill everyone in the prison to silence them.

But Fen Wu did not. Not only did he not kill the indirect witnesses in the surrounding cells, he did not even kill Lao Wang who was directly affected. “Fen Wu deliberately spared the lives of these people. Why?”

Ning Zhe threw the sleeping Old Wang back onto the bed and walked along the corridor past the cells. The prisoners inside looked at the mask on his face and the gun in his hand, and they were all silent.

Lao Wang was not the only one who was sleeping soundly. In every single cell with its door open, all the prisoners who had been approached by Fen Wu were in the same state, sleeping soundly as if dead.

These prisoners have one thing in common – they have all been imprisoned in Chenyugu Prison for the past two months.

“Fenwu vaguely knew why I came to this prison, but it was very vague and he didn’t know the specific details.” Thinking of this, Ning Zhe felt a little relaxed.

Because although there are many prisoners in prison in the past two months, not all of them are affected by the “God Who Cannot Be Looked At Directly”. Some of them are just pure bad.

These people, who were not deceived by ideological stamps but committed crimes because of their own bad natures and happened to be sentenced to prison in the past two months, were indiscriminately dragged into the same “dead sleep” state as Lao Wang by Fenwu, even if they were not influenced by God.

“This shows that Fen Wu is not clear about the specific rules of the God Who Cannot Be Looked At Directly. He just got some information through other channels and vaguely knows that the purpose of my coming here is for these prisoners, but he doesn’t know the real underlying reason.”

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the watch on his hand: 22:31.

There are less than 2 hours left until midnight.

Looking around at the prisoners in the cells staring at him openly or secretly, Ning Zhe had a feeling:
“That upside-down ghost may just be a cover, a cover to attract my attention and make me unable to pay attention to what is happening in the prison.”

“Some of the specific actions that Fenwu took in this prison might be his real means of dealing with me…”

But what did he do? He made the prisoners who had been in prison for nearly two months sleep soundly. Does this have any substantial impact on me?
Yes, but not many.

Losing his identity would indeed prevent Ning Zhe from advancing his plan to control the God who could not be looked at directly, but it would not pose an immediate threat to his life.

With the rules that are too easy to simulate and the observation of the Four-Faced Buddha, even if Ning Zhe cannot control the god in a short period of time, he will not immediately face the life-and-death crisis of losing himself. The countdown to death will just become shorter.

So why did Fenwu deliberately spare the lives of these prisoners?
What threats could these prisoners pose to him?
Ning Zhe was thinking, when suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew from behind him.

“Zi Qian?”

It was a voice that Ning Zhe was very familiar with, Zhang Yunwen’s voice.

The moment he heard this voice, Ning Zhe suddenly felt an irresistible impulse in his heart. He turned his head suddenly and looked behind him.

There was nothing in the empty corridor of the prison, only a gust of cold wind blowing quietly across his shoulders.

he died.

At the moment of death, Ning Zhe figured out the answer to this question:

Is there really anything about these prisoners that could threaten my life?
some.

They witnessed the inverted ghost killing the prison guard and also witnessed what Fenwu did.

There are thousands of prisoners imprisoned in Chenyugu Prison, and without exception, they all know the existence of “weirdness”.

(End of this chapter)