This is not a weird story

Wei An followed the Trickster Boy and soon passed through the thick fog in front of him.

In fact, the boy had never been here. If Wei An hadn't been following him at this moment, he wouldn't have been so bold and would have barged in directly.

The thick fog in front of me quickly became thinner and then completely dissipated.

Wei An turned around and looked around and found that he was on a large lawn.

This lawn is so huge that you can't see the edge at a glance. Except for the layer of fog behind it, there are no mountains, trees or other reference objects.

But there was only one tall building standing on the grass not far away. The roof had sharp edges and corners, and the highest point was like a sharp arrow pointing straight into the sky.

A tall and wide dark door appeared on one side of the building. The door was closed tightly at the moment, and no one could be seen around it.

"Sir, this building is so weird! Be careful of fraud!" the boy muttered.

"This is a church. It's something from the West that you may have never seen before." Wei An said.

"Is the church used for teaching?" the boy asked.

Wei An shook his head: "Like Taoist temples, temples, similar buildings."

The boy nodded immediately: "I understand, little one, this is what Westerners like!"

The two of them slowly approached the cathedral while talking.

There are two connected buildings behind the church, but they are slightly shorter and should be the living quarters of the priests.

But I don’t know if there is anyone.

Because the surrounding area is too quiet, there is not even a breeze in the vast grassland, and there is no breath of living things.

Arriving in front of the dark door, the prompts from the "plot editor" already appeared in Wei An's mind.

[It is detected that the host enters the current ghost story as a "non-participant". Is it embedded in the current ghost story plot? 】

"Not embedded." Wei An immediately denied.

Reaching out and pushing open one side of the door, the church was bright and spacious, neatly filled with a large number of long rows of wooden chairs.

The boy sensed it and said, "It seems there is no danger."

Then he jumped in and walked in.

Wei An also looked around and found that there was no one here and there was no danger.

The boy quickly ran to a stone platform under the cross at the front of the church.

This stone platform is not empty, but there is a one-meter-high golden equal-arm balance.

At this time, the boy had already discovered the special feature of this golden scale. He approached it with curiosity, looked at it carefully, and then reached out to fiddle with the tray on the right side of the scale.

At this moment, the trays on both sides of the scale are empty and nothing is placed.

When Wei An walked over, the boy reached out and fiddled with the empty tray on the left side of the scale.

But at this moment, his index finger inserted a little deeper, and he heard a crisp sound. This clear sound came from nowhere and echoed in the church.

The golden scale suddenly moved, and the boy found that his index finger that had been inserted into the scale tray could not be retracted. Instead, it was pressed against the tray by an extremely powerful force.

With a click, the index finger was separated from the boy.

The boy screamed in fright, quickly retracted his right hand, which was missing one finger, and hid behind Wei An.

He wasn't screaming because of pain, but he was frightened by the strange power.

Moreover, as a weird thing, a finger is nothing. There is no blood even in the broken wound. It is completely black, and the boy subconsciously puts it in his mouth to suck on it.

At this time, because there was a broken finger on the balance tray, it had begun to tilt to this side, while the empty tray was getting higher and higher.

At this moment, something suddenly appeared out of thin air on one side of the empty pallet, suppressing the rising pallet, and slowly pressed down, causing the two sides of the scale to gradually become balanced.

Wei An and Tongzi immediately approached the tray where the object appeared out of thin air and looked at it.

"Rouge?! It's rouge!" The boy's sharp voice exclaimed with joy, "I've wanted to change rouge for a long time. This rouge is exactly the one I've always wanted to use. Yes, it smells faintly of hibiscus. "

Then he looked up at Wei An: "Is this... for me?"

Wei An nodded: "You paid for it with that finger."

At this time, he finally understood that the church balance in this strange story could be exchanged for equal value with any item.

For example, just now the boy accidentally used his fingers to change a small box of rouge.

"Devil's deal?" Wei An remembered his father mentioning it casually at that time.

The appearance of this scale here should mean that the participants can make any deal with the invisible devil in the church at any time.

As long as the special trading item is placed on one end of the scale, the hidden devil's equivalent item will appear on the other side of the scale and be provided to the trader.

Wei An raised his head and looked at the dome of the church. Perhaps there was no hidden devil, and only the rules of ghost talk presided over the transaction.

The energy of this strange rule is extremely powerful, but it should not be offensive. This results in its energy being able to accumulate all the time, providing traders with many weird and inexplicable items, and collecting special trading items to replenish their own energy.

"This strange story is interesting." Wei An murmured to himself.

At this time, the boy had carefully taken out the rouge box from the tray on the other side of the scale, holding it in both hands, looking very cherished.

As for the finger he lost, it would grow back on its own after a while. The boy didn't worry about anything at all. Instead, he already felt eager to try again.

When Wei An didn't notice, the guy stuffed Rouge into his arms, then pulled out a face from his collection and threw it on one end of the scale with a snap.

"Don't use it indiscriminately..." Wei An was shocked when he saw this, but it was too late to stop him.

The sound of "dang" echoed in the church again.

I saw the other side of the golden scale rising continuously. Inside the tray, a piece of squirming meat suddenly appeared.

This ball of flesh looked like nothing. After a while, the ball of flesh stretched out and looked like a soft head with long hair on it.

Not only Wei An, but even the boy was shocked by this scene this time. He didn't know why such a thing was traded. He actually just wanted more Rouge.

This thing looks like it belongs to a woman - a boneless skull!

The next second, the head raised up, and the face facing the two people had nothing on it, not even face, but a black hole like a bottomless pit.

A shrill voice came from inside: "Give me your face...!"

The sinister wind suddenly rose, and the boneless skull jumped out of the tray and rushed towards the boy quickly.

Bang!

However, it was smashed to pieces by Wei An with a hammer while it was still in mid-air. It fell softly to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Wei An turned to look at the frightened boy hiding behind him and asked, "Do you want more rouge?"