Chapter 32 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part 13) [Includes V-Day Announcement]
"What do we do now?" Mo Wuchang looked at Si Yisi, adopting an attitude of following his boss's orders.
Si Yisi wiped away her tears and said in a weak voice, "What should we do? We should go back to where we belong."
Si Yisi looked at the blond-haired man. His expression was normal, but he gave people the feeling that he was very unhappy.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" How could Huang Mao dare to argue with the big boss who could tear apart a living ghost? He immediately opened the door and rushed out, then turned back a few seconds later and respectfully closed the door.
"He seems to have been scared by you, boss." Mo Wuchang licked the remaining ketchup from his fingers. "Aren't you worried he'll tell everyone?"
Si Yisi gave him a disgruntled look: "Did you tell anyone?"
"No, it's different."
“If he dares to tell anyone—” Si Yisi ignored Mo Wuchang and made a tearing motion with his hand, “this is what will happen to him.”
Even Mo Wuchang, who could enjoy eating tomato sauce made from blood, shrank back slightly after hearing Si Yisi's answer.
“Let’s talk about you,” Si Yisi brought up the next topic.
"Me?" Mo Wuchang scratched his head. He had no ulterior motives and immediately explained his situation clearly and plainly.
It turns out that before he entered the game, he was a Taoist priest who sold fake talismans.
Mo Wuchang was an orphan who was taken in by his master, a Taoist priest.
Although the Taoist priest was a charlatan selling fake talismans, Mo Wuchang still managed to master the skills a Taoist priest should have under his master's tutelage.
Including... boxing in dreams, fighting back in dreams,... raiding the enemy's capital in dreams, and so on.
He usually works part-time at haunted houses to build his courage, since ghosts are scary and he can easily scare people when he dresses up as one.
Over time... this resulted in a hapless child like Mo Wuchang.
Si Yisi knew without a doubt that Mo Wuchang's teachings were definitely not legitimate.
"I've finished explaining." Mo Wuchang stared at Si Yisi expectantly.
"Go to sleep." Si Yisi ignored him.
Mo Wuchang was like a free gift with a phone top-up to him—somewhat useful, but also quite troublesome; it was a mixed bag.
The second night passed by uneventfully.
The next morning, Qi Muyang brought Huang Mao to the hall.
The blond-haired man's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his upper body was casually covered with torn pieces of clothing used to bandage his wounds.
However, judging from the discerning system of Si Yisi, it was clear from some details that Huang Mao was faking unconsciousness rather than actually being unconscious.
Thinking about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with it. If you can't win, just pretend to be unconscious.
"What's wrong with him...?" Mo Wuchang asked as if nothing was wrong.
Qi Muyang replied irritably, "He's injured, but not dead yet."
"What happened last night?" Mo Wuchang asked again.
Qi Muyang scratched his head in frustration: "When I woke up, this kid wasn't in the room. After a while, he came knocking on the door covered in injuries. I almost mistook him for a ghost and shot him in the head."
After Qi Muyang finished speaking, Jia Yingrong interjected, "His sudden disappearance is most likely due to the ghost in the rented room. We all heard his cries for help last night, right? The ghost was obviously not confined to one room like it was the first night; it could even wander in the corridor."
“I…heard you,” Chen Mengxi replied, raising her hand.
"Does this mean that over time, the range of ghosts and monsters will become larger and larger? In the end, the entire rental house may become their paradise."
Jia Yingrong analyzed the situation rationally.
“Very likely, then that would be tricky…” Mo Wuchang turned his head and nodded in a serious manner.
"Tsk!" Qi Muyang suddenly slammed his fist on the table in anger. "It's supposed to be a beginner world, so why is the difficulty so high! Damn it!"
No one responded to him; they remained silent.
The difficulty of the beginner world... has indeed increased subtly. Since Shen Chen's memories are unclear, Si Yisi cannot make further judgments.
As the players were about to leave, Chen Mengxi suddenly whispered that she also wanted to change rooms.
She looked at Jia Yingrong and asked softly, "Can I...can I move to your room?"
Qi Muyang, who had been looking annoyed, raised his eyebrows and revealed a look of anticipation.
Hey, she took the initiative to ask to be alone in a room with a man and a woman... In Qi Muyang's mind, it was obvious that this woman wanted to find someone to rely on.
It's so obvious.
"Okay." Jia Yingrong readily agreed to Chen Mengxi's request, as if he couldn't refuse.
Si Yisi was certainly not like Qi Muyang, whose mind was full of nonsense. At this moment, he remembered the inexplicable cause of Qi Muyang's death in Shen Chen's memory.
Even if there's revenge left by the air conditioner ghost... such a curse wouldn't be enough to kill Qi Muyang.
Qi Muyang should have at least one or two life-saving items that he can exchange for from the system.
Therefore, the doubts surrounding Qi Muyang's death were once again brought up by Si Yisi.
Si Yisi looked at Chen Mengxi with an unreadable expression, then he got up and went back to his room decisively.
As the players all chose to survive the day, whispers drifted from the two uninhabited rooms.
"You...you're disfigured too, waaaaaah?"
"They're evenly matched, who are you talking about?" The voice, which sounded like it had a built-in megaphone, rang out.
"Where...is...a ghost...waaaaaah."
"I've already planned to steal your hair back for you, so you owe me a ghost favor."
The hair ghost and the paper ghost were on completely different wavelengths: "Waaaaah, you actually dared to steal that great demon king's things, waaaaah, you must have been targeted, waaaaah!"
She has become a sentient whistleblower.
"..." The paper ghost's voice abruptly stopped.
Yes, that seems to be the case!
Oh right... how could it have overlooked that? The "wise" paper ghost's smile vanished from its face.
In the blink of an eye, another monster has appeared, this time a whirring machine that has become a spirit.
On the third night, everything was peaceful at Si Yisi's place; they didn't even hear a single cry or a chase.
But the next morning—
"Ah!" A piercing scream, inhuman in its own right, came from the third floor.
A second person has died.
It wasn't the mentally unstable young woman living alone in a room, but rather the arrogant, domineering, and cool Qi Muyang from the very beginning.
Qi Muyang's death was similar to that of the first player who died, but unlike the first player, his body was not broken into several small pieces of flesh, and there were also small paper figures peeking out.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils were dark, and he still retained the look of disbelief he had before his death.
His death was extremely gruesome... his entire body was torn in two, and his organs were scattered all over the ground.
It looks familiar, doesn't it?
"Oh my god..." Chen Mengxi's hands trembled, her expression terrified. "How scary..."
Huang Mao appeared calmer than Chen Mengxi, but he was clearly also quite frightened.
Si Yisi observed the blond-haired man's expression and could tell that the old man, who had lived through several game worlds, still had some merits; at least he wouldn't completely break down.
But what Si Yisi didn't expect was...
The moment he thought that, Huang Mao's attitude suddenly changed without warning!
He suddenly jumped up, pointing in horror at Si Yisi, who was almost half a head shorter than him: "It's you!"
"You killed him—! You're the devil among us!"
Si Yisi was stunned for a moment, and tears involuntarily fell down her face. She looked as if she had been frightened by the sudden identification.
However, the body may not be honest, but the mind is.
Si Yi thought, who gave Huang Mao the audacity to spout such nonsense here?
Based on his thicker, more blond hair than most people?
Oh right... what was this person's name again?
[Pay attention to the author's note]
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