Chapter 263 is all fake...

"It's all fake..."

Lin Yan'an rested his hands on his knees, hunched over, and murmured softly.

He confirmed once again that this was just a highly realistic scene recreation.

"Of course I know it's all fake!"

He Liqun slumped to the ground, raised his hand and wiped his face haphazardly, his voice choked with emotion: "But these brats made it too realistic."

"Um."

Hearing this, Lin Yan'an couldn't help but agree.

Just as the two relaxed, they suddenly heard the screeching sound of rails rubbing together in front of them.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yan'an and Li Qun subconsciously looked up and saw a line of old, manually operated mine carts swaying along the track to their side, their carts empty...

"Please... get in the car..."

"Leave...this place..."

The eerie narration began again, its cold voice carrying a strange allure.

Lin Yan'an and He Liqun exchanged a glance.

"Let's go, get in the car."

He Liqun had just finished speaking and was about to get up when he saw Lin Yan'an's hand outstretched in front of him.

He Liqun didn't stand on ceremony with him, reached out and grabbed Lin Yan'an's hand, using it to help him stand up.

Lin Yan'an withdrew his hand and followed behind He Liqun, both of them bending down to get onto the mine cart.

The mine cart seats were narrow and cold. As soon as the two sat down, the cart suddenly started moving, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound, and accelerated abruptly into the dark tunnel ahead.

In this complete darkness, Lin Yan'an couldn't see anything either.

He simply closed his eyes, feeling the wind whistling past his ears.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and Lin Yan'an's body tensed up instinctively, his hands gripping the cold railing tightly.

He Liqun was caught off guard, his back slamming hard against the hard backrest, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The wind was getting louder and louder, and the car seemed to be going faster and faster.

"Ah! Slow down!"

He Liqun couldn't help but shout out loud, his roar echoing in the enclosed space.

Lin Yan'an gritted his teeth, trying his best to maintain his balance.

As if sensing a faint light approaching, Lin Yan'an's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in astonishment.

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Lin Yan'an held back his profanity, but He Liqun blurted it out.

Before his voice had even faded, the mine cart had already arrived there, followed by an almost vertical drop!

"ah--"

He Liqun opened his mouth wide, and a roar burst out instantly.

But as he plummeted, he was speechless when he saw countless distorted and eerie faces appear on the dark wall without warning.

They were like elongated ghostly figures caused by the excessive speed of the mine carts, covered in coal dust, with unfocused pupils and mouths twisted and exaggeratedly wide open.

These faces flashed by, only to be replaced by new ones in the next instant, endlessly, like vengeful spirits struggling to crawl out from the depths of the earth.

"Help……"

"Help me!"

"I don't want to die!"

Piteous, desperate screams and cries for help echoed throughout the space, mingling with the frantic jolting of the minecarts and the howling wind.

The sounds echoed continuously in their ears, as if they were coming from those distorted faces.

Lin Yan'an felt that this was no longer a simple visual effect, but rather a dual impact on the senses of sight and hearing that struck the soul.

He closed his eyes without hesitation, but his heart began to pound uncontrollably, and even his hands, which were gripping the railing tightly, were covered in cold sweat.

He Liqun felt as if he was suffocating. He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and felt the immersive despair. The string of reason in his mind was taut, as if it would break at any moment.

Just as He Liqun felt his sanity was about to break, and Lin Yan'an felt he was also nearing his limit,

The mine cart suddenly braked sharply, accompanied by a screeching sound of steel scraping against the rails and the immense force of the impact.

The darkness before my eyes instantly brightened.

Lin Yan'an was startled, slowly opened her eyes, looked at the dim light, and then looked at what was in front of her.

He then discovered that the mine cart had stopped in an even narrower lane, the walls of which were covered with stains, bloodstains, and scratches.

Even the air was filled with a strong, strange smell, a mixture of disinfectant and the stench of blood and decay.

Just smelling the odor made him feel nauseous.

Lin Yan'an suppressed the churning in her stomach and looked at the end of the alley, at the half-open, rusty door.

A tattered sign hung crookedly on the door.

He squinted and looked carefully in the dim light: "A medical station?"

Upon hearing his voice, He Liqun quickly turned his head and looked over.

After seeing the door and the sign clearly, his voice trembled slightly: "What's wrong...?"

His face had paled considerably, and he subconsciously swallowed: "How did we get here!"

Waaah ┭┮﹏┭┮, what bad luck!

This medical station doesn't treat minor illnesses and pains; it deals more with workers covered in blood and gore.

This place... has witnessed far too much death.

Zhang Mingyuan's weighty suggestion still echoed in his mind.

"why not……"

"Too many people have left there, too many like... my father."

"They say death is not the end, forgetting is."

"Therefore... we should make better use of this place and let more people know what happened here."

"So that they too can witness the rebirth of this place."

"Not only that, I want everyone who comes here to remember this place."

Thinking of this, He Liqun's mind went blank for a moment.

The previous levels were already this scary, so how about this one...?

Lin Yan'an had no idea what he was thinking. He tried to suppress his discomfort and opened the car door first before getting out.

Seeing this, He Liqun quickly followed.

His hand had just touched the door frame when he heard that voice startlingly again.

"The pain... cannot be healed..."

"Death is not the end..."

"Only by remembering...can one truly rest in peace..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an paused, looked at the half-open iron gate, at the only light in the darkness, and walked over without hesitation.

Seeing this, He Liqun hurriedly followed, his steps becoming somewhat unsteady.

He reached out and tightly gripped Lin Yan'an's hem, whispering a reminder: "Be careful, this is the place Zhang Mingyuan cares about the most, besides the workshop."

I care about it the most...

Lin Yan'an murmured these words to himself, then looked at He Liqun's nervous expression. Standing in front of the iron gate, he raised his hand to the door and slowly pushed it open.