Xiao Tangqiu didn't know why he was so impulsive. He knew that he was definitely not the kind of good person who would risk his life for justice... But the moment he saw Shen Yuan was about to be pierced by a bullet, he rushed forward without any hesitation. His brain didn't even think about it, his body had already taken action first. He didn't react at all, and his body rushed forward instinctively.

It was not until he felt a tearing pain in his back that he realized what he had done. At that moment, the immense pain engulfed all his five senses. He didn't even have time to take a last look at Shen Yuan before he completely lost all consciousness.

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Xiao Tangqiu felt like he was falling into endless darkness, as if he had stepped into the abyss at the bottom of a cliff. He seemed to be floating in the void, with no origin and no destination. All he saw was a dark chaos.

Do people have souls after they die?

He had frantically pondered this question after Meng Xinghe's death, but the answer remained unknown. Since entering this strange horror game world, he discovered that people have souls after death, and the more miserable the death, the more likely they are to become evil spirits... But does a person who is shot by Shen Yuan's gun still have a soul?

Xiao Tangqiu pondered this question blankly in the darkness. Was he in a spirit state now? But couldn't that gun even eliminate evil spirits? Why hadn't he disappeared yet?

At this moment, a door suddenly appeared in front of him - yes, a door suddenly appeared out of thin air in this endless darkness.

The door, like Xiao Tangqiu, floated in the darkness, sometimes levitating, sometimes spinning, sometimes moving farther away from him, sometimes closer. After seeing the door clearly, a wave of shock surged in his heart. This wasn't because a door had suddenly appeared in the darkness, but because this door... was exactly the same as the door in his room! Exactly the same as the door in his real home!

Xiao Tangqiu remembered how he had opened this door countless times to enter the room, and then opened it again to leave. He had passed through this door countless times. Although he had never paid close attention to this door, he was extremely familiar with it. Behind this door was his familiar room, his familiar computer...

Without having time to think too much, he subconsciously floated towards the door. Soon, he floated lightly in front of the door and subconsciously reached out to turn the doorknob. Before he could react that ghosts could also open doors, the door had already been opened by him.

...Wait, ghosts can actually open doors?

Xiao Tangqiu couldn't wait to float into the room, and the next second he was stunned by everything that was so familiar in the room: the familiar bed, the familiar wardrobe, the familiar desk, the familiar computer. This was clearly his room!

In order to prove his guess, he floated towards the desk and tentatively turned on the computer. As soon as he touched the mouse on the desk, the computer screen suddenly lit up - the computer was actually on!

Not only was the computer turned on, but the interface of his live broadcast room happened to be on the desktop. Countless dense barrages of comments rolled quickly before his eyes, and he realized that his live broadcast room was also open!

Xiao Tangqiu was completely bewildered. What on earth was going on? Someone was livestreaming in his room? Who was livestreaming? Could it be him?

For some reason, he shuddered at the thought of this possibility.

Xiao Tangqiu opened his eyes wide and watched the content of the live broadcast room, but found that the screen was broadcasting the scene where he rushed forward to block the bullet for Shen Yuan. From a third-party perspective, everything was like a movie. He also saw many details that he had not seen and could not have seen before - the confusion on his face when he was pierced by the bullet, and Shen Yuan's look of anger... This was the first time he saw such an expression on Shen Yuan's face, whether it was before or after Shen Yuan lost his memory.

Everything that just happened was clearly visible in the live broadcast room, and every detail was magnified again and again. He watched it back calmly and numbly from the perspective of an observer, but his heart was unprecedentedly calm and tired.