Chapter 23 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part 4)

Si Yisi looked at Mo Wuchang with nothing but disdain, disdain, and more disdain.

A-Tu was wrapped around Si Yisi's wrist, and as soon as he peeked out, he saw Mo Wuchang's loyal gaze.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Like master, like pet; Ah Tu's hissing sound translates to the same thing as disdain.

Mo Wuchang scratched his ear but didn't find the tiny, thin A-Tu.

He looked at Si Yisi with great enthusiasm: "You must be a veteran player who pretends to be weak while actually being strong!"

Si Yisi: "...No, this is my first time here."

He stared at Mo Wuchang with tears in his eyes, even trying to fool him with his obviously thin and weak appearance.

How could he find women troublesome?

Clearly, there are men who are more troublesome than women.

That is Mo Wuchang.

"Can crying be transformed into power?" Mo Wuchang looked at Si Yisi, eager to try.

However, he knew his limits. Although he was carefree, he wasn't completely brainless. He only gave Si Yisi a few appropriate compliments before quietly sitting down in the green chair.

"Bang!"

Just then, the second player died.

The second player to die was the old man with the cane. His lower body collapsed to the ground, twitched violently, and then he fell silent.

Yes, only his lower body was lying on the ground.

His waist felt as if it had been torn apart by an invisible force. The female player sitting diagonally behind the old man had her face splattered with blood and was now delirious, talking nonsense.

The old man's upper body was hanging in mid-air, with blood dripping down, soon forming a bloody stream.

Players present witnessed a female ghost slip out from the air conditioner on the red seat next to them. She grabbed the old man's upper body as if she had found a treasure and hung him from the air conditioner with her hair.

Strange gurgling sounds came from the old man's mouth, followed by chewing sounds... as if something was brewing in his stomach.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Qi Muyang picked up the gun and fired several shots into the old man's abdomen, only stopping when the strange sound completely ceased.

Then he casually sat back down, leaving most of the players pale-faced and trembling.

Si Yisi cried until her voice was hoarse before her tears finally stopped.

Mo Wuchang, who was sitting next to him, kept stuffing napkins into Si Yisi's hand.

Si Yisi's gaze suddenly sharpened as she looked ahead—a single eye peeked out from the gap in the air conditioner where Qi Muyang was standing.

What he noticed was the reflection in the eyeball.

Those eyes darted around slyly, and then Si Yisi saw a small tuft of seaweed-like hair being quietly slipped into Qi Muyang's pocket.

"Hehe." Si Yisi seemed to hear the female ghost's laughter in a daze.

He gave a low, hoarse hum, and the female ghost's laughter immediately and quickly disappeared.

They know what's good for them.

Mo Wuchang's eyes widened. He cautiously poked Si Yisi once, then poked Si Yisi again.

When Si Yisi turned to look at him, he was counting the goosebumps that had appeared on his arms.

Mo Wuchang said mysteriously to Si Yisi, "Boss... cough, did you see that? That petty bastard put something in that guy's pocket."

I saw it, but I don't want to answer you.

And then, Si Yisi heard the sound of hair rubbing together again, hmm... right above her head.

If you talk nonsense, the ghosts will come to take revenge.

Si Yisi glanced at Mo Wuchang quietly.

Mo Wuchang replied resolutely, "Boss, you are my solid wall. Ghosts would never dare to make things difficult for you, nor would they dare to make things difficult for me!"

He was practically patting his chest in confidence.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Mo Wuchang finished speaking... there was a sound of hair flying rapidly away.

Si Yisi: "..."

This batch of ghosts is no good—Si Yisi thought sincerely, they really have no professional ethics at all.

After that, the journey was smooth sailing, and there were no further setbacks.

But this did nothing to ease the players' tension; even Qi Muyang's gaze showed a hint of seriousness.

Si Yisi rubbed his eyes as he got out of the car; there was no doubt that his eyes still bore the marks of crying.

He was the last one to get off the bus, and after he did, the bus doors closed by themselves without any wind.

Mo Wuchang walked ahead of him, and he raised his ear—he seemed to hear joyful sounds?

Hmm, why are there sounds of joy and excitement?

It sounds just like a ghost's scream?

No one knows the answer to Mo Wuchang's question.

After getting off the bus, it was still snowing heavily, and the cold made me shiver.

But the players have all learned their lesson and no one dares to challenge the authority of escape games.

Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!

The cheerful and festive song "Happy New Year" started playing again.

After the song, another cheerful and joyful voice came, but everyone who heard it had a solemn expression.

"The New Year is here, and room 414 will be welcoming four new tenants!"

414—the very name evokes a strong sense of death, and this cheerful voice is deliberately drawn out for an extremely long time.

Only Si Yisi's eyes lit up.

He thought, "They're from the same clan."