The cold light in the room was turned off, and Huang Shanhe nervously lay down on the inside of the bed.

I don't know why there are only double beds here. Shao Dong is the same. Knowing that so many volunteers are coming, why can't they change to twin beds? He has to squeeze in with another grown man.

He pulled the blanket tighter around himself. The blankets here were different from those in the hotels he had stayed in before; they were neither soft nor light, but rather like a hard, unyielding flatbread, cold and uncomfortable against his skin.

Qi Yin, who was standing next to him, yawned and didn't cover himself with the blanket. Huang Shanhe was unhappy about this; in fact, he was quite disgusted with it as well.

A beam of light from the corridor shone through the small window in the door, which made the two feel at ease and fall asleep.

Huang Shanhe woke up in the middle of the night, chilled to the bone. He hunched his neck and tried to wrap himself tighter in the blanket, but the end of the blanket was pressed down by Qi Yin's big foot.

He craned his neck to look at his feet, but couldn't see anything. Only then did he realize that the room was completely dark and the corridor lights had been turned off sometime earlier.

He tried to move his feet to tuck the blanket under them, but it felt like there was someone pressing down on his feet, and he couldn't lift them up no matter what he did.

Huang Shanhe nudged Qi Yin, but there was no response after a couple of pushes. He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Qi Yin's still heaving chest, and vaguely saw something on the ground.

He squinted, his dark shadow bulging out. It looked like it had a body and arms, but it resembled a person lying on the ground.

The moment this thought popped into Huang Shanhe's head, he felt a chill run down his spine, and it seemed as if even more cold air was seeping into the blankets.

He told himself that it was probably Qi Yin's coat that had fallen to the ground, that it was nothing to worry about.

From the moment he entered this strange game, he had been on tenterhooks. Now, not daring to scare himself, he immediately closed his eyes and silently approached Qi Yin's body.

But the more he tried to sleep, the colder he felt, as if he were sleeping in an ice cave, his body shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

Huang Shanhe remembered that he had drawn a circle before going to sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he still had the props. Thinking of this, he regained some courage and quietly opened one eye.

A chill burst forth from his pores as a bluish-purple human face was pointed directly at him, nose to nose, its entire body covering him.

His needle-like pupils stared straight at Huang Shanhe, his body cold and lifeless. It was unclear how long he had been staring at him like that.

"ah--!"

A scream pierced the night sky, waking everyone up. Noises came from other rooms, but no one went out to check.

Huang Shanhe was unable to move; his body was firmly fixed in place by the object above him, and he could not break free.

He tried to call out to Qi Yin, but when he opened his mouth, it was as if a large block of ice had been stuffed into it, and he could only make whimpering sounds.

Where's Qi Yin?! Doesn't he feel anything?! Isn't he a veteran player who's completed the mission five times? Save him, save him!

The bluish face opened its mouth, wider and wider, until its jaw dislocated, its lips split open, and the sound of teeth hitting bones echoed. The crunching and chewing of bones continued until dawn.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the dark little house.

The ghost that had devoured Huangshan River completely left at the last moment before dawn. After she left, Qi Yin opened his eyes, his gaze clear.

Blood soaked the bed beneath him, and he was covered in the smell of blood. Only after taking out the broken yellow talisman from his clothes did Qi Yin sit up and pick up the fallen charcoal beside him.

After using the items, he didn't even bother to clean the charcoal ash off his clothes. He's a new player, still too inexperienced.

A knocking sounded on the door, and Sherman's voice came from outside.

"What happened to you last night? Are you alive or not?"

Qi Yin pinched his arm hard, the pain so intense that people outside could hear him cry out in pain, before he awkwardly went to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, everyone smelled a strong stench of blood, especially Qi Yin, who was covered in blood and had bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't rested all night.

Xie Man turned around and looked at the blood-stained bed, asking, "How did Huang Shanhe die?"

"This instance is haunted." Qi Yin didn't hide anything, making a helpless expression: "I have a protective item, but I'm frozen in place. I can't save him; he's..."

He seemed unable to continue speaking, and turned his head away in regret.

The fate of Huangshanhe is sealed. On the first night of the dungeon, everyone was wiped out. Even though he was just a newbie, it shows that this dungeon was more difficult than expected.

Sherman didn't say much, and left after she finished looking around. After she left, the burly man came in again to inspect the place, as if he were on a tour. Except for the timid Li Jiaoyang and Shi Jinzheshehe who hadn't left the room, everyone came in to take a look.

As Xu Jialu, the last person to enter, left, she glanced at the first room door. After the noise last night, there had been no further movement in this room. She wondered what was going on.

She thought to herself, "If he's not coming out now, he's probably already dead."

In fact, Shi Jinzhe was woken up by that howl last night.

When he heard Huang Shanhe scream, he realized that the props were going to end up with Qi Yin and he wouldn't have a chance to do it, so he turned over and went back to sleep.

Shi Jinzhe slept until 7:30 in the morning before finally sitting up in bed.

Sheikh was still lying on the bed next to her, his eyes covered, and it was unclear whether he was awake or not.

He called out softly, "Shekh?"

"Um."

Oh, so it's already powered on.

There was a commotion downstairs. He got out of bed and helped Sher put on his slippers. There were disposable toiletries in the bathroom. He opened one and was squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush with one hand.

“Here,” Shekh pointed to the mirror, “there was someone here yesterday.”

Shi Jin stopped what he was doing, looked up at the mirror, put the toothbrush in his mouth, and reached out to touch the mirror.

There is no distance between the mirror and the fingertip, so there is a chance it is a one-way mirror. Shech said there is someone there, so it is definitely a one-way mirror, which allows someone to peep from the other side.

"This house has quite a few secrets."

After he finished washing up, he stared at Shekh's face: "...Can't you take off this eye mask? How are you washing up?"

Shekh shook his head, recalling his actions just now. He turned on the tap, waited for the sink to fill with water, and then plunged his entire face into it.

Shi Jinzhe's expression was complicated. "Can you... really do this?"

Shekh ignored him and straightened up two minutes later.

Stray hairs clung to her temples, water droplets trickled down her chin and into her collar, but the black satin ribbon used to blindfold her remained dry, reflecting a subtle sheen under the light.

It seems that the ribbon on her eye, like her, is anything but ordinary.

It really is a mysterious existence.

After Shehe finished getting ready, Shi Jinzhe helped her downstairs at a leisurely pace, just like yesterday.

A group of people downstairs were waiting for Shao Dong's arrival. Veteran players knew that when someone started dying in a dungeon, the game would cut off all connections between the current world and the outside world.

They are just waiting for Shao Dong to come over so they can see him put on a show of panic and calling the police, only to find he can't contact the outside world and then go through the motions.

On the first floor, Xu Jialu saw the two and blurted out, "You guys aren't dead?"

Forget about them being dead, these two clearly had a good rest.

Qi Yin looked away from the crowd. The charcoal was a tool in the kitchen. This man had arrived earlier than them yesterday, and the kitchen stove had obviously been checked. Didn't he notice?

Or...did he leave it there on purpose?

He didn't even need the protective gear for six hours; did he just meet a living saint?