The two men took Cheng Yun to another car, pulled up the partition, and told the driver to drive to the company.

Shi Jinzhe got into the car: "Mr. Cheng, you don't need to ask. You'll soon find out what's going on."

"So you're not planning to tell me now?"

“Yes.” Shi Jin nodded decisively.

Cheng Yun remained silent, his face grim.

Shekh sat opposite him, completely at ease, as if nothing had happened.

As night fell, Shi Jinzhe glanced at his watch and told the driver to speed up. They arrived at the landmark building at 7:55 p.m.

There were still some employees working overtime in the building, and they were a little surprised to see Cheng Yun come over.

Especially since his assistant hadn't received the news, he wondered if something urgent had happened, or if something had gone wrong and caused negative news. Otherwise, why would Cheng Yun's face be so pale and frightening?

Forced into the elevator by the two men, Cheng Yun tried to ask his assistant for help, but his body was out of control again.

Schech counted down the numbers on the elevator screen, and the moment the elevator doors opened, it was eight o'clock.

[Congratulations to player Cheng Yun for binding to the survival game - Pyramid Survival Battle. Your intention to evade the game has been detected; therefore, your right to acquire items and skills is now revoked.]

Cheng Yun looked up in surprise, and then everything went black.

[All players have arrived. Welcome back to Pyramid Survival Battle!]

Dungeon Name: [Haunted Apartment]

Dungeon types: Battle Royale, Survival.

The elevator light flickered.

Cheng Yun's assistant did not notice anything wrong.

But in the blink of an eye, Cheng Yun seemed to have experienced something incredibly terrifying; his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The assistant was so startled by the noise that he almost jumped up and darted out of the elevator car.

Cheng Yun, lying on the ground, trembled, unable to utter a single word.

His pupils constricted to a very small degree, as if he were suffocating not only his breath, but every part of his body, and his whole body was convulsing.

"Go call an ambulance, and have someone else retrieve the medicine from his office!"

Shi Jinzhe dismissed his assistant, turned his back to the elevator, and, under the guise of performing CPR, whispered to Cheng Yun, "How was the experience?"

"You...you!"

"Let me tell you a secret: I've found my biological parents. They're amazing and love me very much. That willow branch represents my mother's fortune. You borrowed it for twenty years, and now it's time to return it."

Cheng Yun was still trembling and couldn't utter a single word.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that he lacked the energy; the race against death to save every second had exhausted all his mental strength.

He never imagined that such a terrifying place existed.

In the apartment building where blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere, dead people were nothing, but the killers were not only ghosts, but also mad and sick people.

They reveled in the killing, using all sorts of bizarre skills to decapitate and dismember, blood spurting onto his face as the knife plunged into his body in the blink of an eye.

Running away is useless; there are madmen in front and demons behind.

In the seven-day game, he only lasted less than four days. Those who were powerless died, leaving him the only one without the ability to resist.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; without skills and tools, he can do nothing against inhuman power.

When he was forced to stay in his room at night, the skinned demon stood by his bedside, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

The limp, fleshy limbs stared intently at him on the first night.

The second night, I lay down next to him, and the blankets were stained black and red.

On the third night, she pressed that skinless face against his own, as if checking his breathing, making him stiff and afraid to move an inch.

Holding his breath was useless. Just as he couldn't hold it in any longer and exhaled hot air, he heard a hoarse voice, "Do you think I'm a ghost?"

In an instant, Cheng Yun experienced a chilling sensation as a terrifying electric current ran through him from head to toe.

It turns out that Shi Jinzhe survived time and time again in such places, which was far more difficult than he had imagined, possibly involving life and death.

Cheng Yun's eyes were unfocused, and his tense body was about to give out, but a warm current suddenly flowed through his chest, and he regained some strength.

He strained to open his eyes and look up as if he had found a savior, crying out, "Help...help me."

“I had Shehe kill Cheng Youan, and I also drove him to madness. Qiao Huiyun is better because of me, but she will soon be joining you.” Shi Jinzhe spoke clearly, his taut jawline straightening, casting a shadow under the pale elevator light.

From his half-closed eyes, Cheng Yun saw his own disheveled, ghost-like appearance.

"You...want..."

"What do I want?" Shi Jinzhe said it for him. "It's not 'want,' it's 'take.' I don't need you to give it to me. What's mine will be taken back. These things should have been mine to begin with."

Cheng Yun froze completely. He had always thought they were deceiving each other, but he believed he could gain the upper hand with his age and experience.

So he never expected that Shi Jinzhe would dare to think and do such a thing!

He wanted to turn his head to look at Shekh. If Shi Jinzhe was like this, then what about this woman?

Cheng Yun tried to turn his head, but before he could turn it, someone suddenly turned it back to its original position.

Shi Jinzhe: "Take your eyes back."

Hearing the sound of high heels in the hallway, he knew his assistant had returned.

The hand that had been pressing on Cheng Yun's chest withdrew, releasing its life force. Shi Jinzhe said finally, "Thank you for accumulating wealth over the years. The Cheng family is mine now."

Without that warm current, Cheng Yun's throat felt a persistent, suffocating sensation.

His body suddenly jerked upwards, arching like a shrimp, and the buttons on his clothes popped open.

His face, drained of color, quickly turned ashen. Cheng Yun let out a whistling sound, like a broken air conditioner, then his head lolled to the side, his limbs went limp, and he fell silent.

His unseeing eyes were fixed on the outside of the elevator. The assistant dropped the medicine in his hand and nearly tripped over his own feet.

That evening, news of Cheng Yun's sudden death spread.

People of all kinds are restless, sometimes spending the whole night going through various procedures, and also cooperating with doctors and police investigations.

Shekh returned to the Cheng family home. The next morning, Qiao Huiyun committed suicide, leaving behind a suicide note.

Cheng Yun's death has been confirmed as sudden acute death, not murder.

Following Cheng Yun's example in treating Cheng You'an, Shi Jinzhe cremated him the very next day, without waiting for any talk of a temporary resting place for his body.

After five busy days, Cheng Yun and Qiao Huiyun were buried together next to Cheng You'an.

A family of three, all together, neat and tidy.

In the cemetery, under the curtain of rain.

Shi Jinzhe held up an umbrella, wearing a black suit, while Shehe next to him wore a dignified black dress, with a black veil hanging down from his wide-brimmed hat to cover his forehead.

Watching the last person leave after placing flowers at the grave, she scoffed expressionlessly, "You humans are so troublesome."

Shi Jinzhe: "There are many, but once the previous issues are resolved, there will be fewer troubles later. For example, I have now legally inherited all of Cheng Yun's assets."

Cheng Yun neither divided nor transferred the assets, thinking he could keep everything under control, which ended up making things easier for himself.

After the mourners left, the two returned to their car and headed home.

Shekh took off his hat. "I used to really like black."

"You look good in black too." Shi Jinzhe stared at the pearl buttons on her black turtleneck, feeling a little itchy to touch them.

Just a reminder, you just came back from the cemetery.

“So we should celebrate,” Shi Jinzhe replied casually, “celebrate that I’m becoming Boss Shi, and celebrate that your grand castle will be here soon.”