Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Click-
The light went out.
The Ghost Shadow shut down.
It vanished.
Qiao Yu shrugged and released the light switch, his face full of regret. “Can it not afford to play?”
-Uh… I don’t know if I should say this.
-Sadako: Don’t say it.
-Sister, did you forget to hide your ID?
-Sadako: Didn’t forget. Did it on purpose.
-…So brave. Starting the early investment already? Aren’t you afraid of losing everything?
-Sadako: Mind your own business when it comes to a beauty’s affairs.
-I will mind it.
-Sadako: The sound of a flute in the distance (STFU)~
“Pfft.” Qiao Yu couldn’t help but laugh at the liveliness in the Live Stream Room.
This Sister Sadako definitely uses 5G; I like her~
Next time they met, he’d definitely buy her a bottle of shampoo as a greeting gift-the kind that was 9.9 yuan with free shipping.
Brother Crocodile was still reeling from Qiao Yu’s outrageous maneuver when he was startled by the sudden sound. “What are you laughing at?”
Qiao Yu clutched his stomach and half-squatted, laughing as he spoke. “The Live Stream Room is killing me. It’s like watching a comedy routine, hahaha~”
After hearing this, Man-Eating Crocodile began to doubt his life. Unable to resist his curiosity, he opened his own comment section.
-The human skin sofa is such a waste; it can’t even take down such a weakling.
-Why isn’t he dead yet? Someone go lure his companion away. I’m so hungry, I need fear…
-Die die die die!
Is this… funny??
Man-Eating Crocodile silently closed his comment section again, finally concluding: An expert’s perspective is just on a different level.
Things had completely calmed down on Qiao Yu’s side after that incident, but the other streamers were having a miserable time.
Wulong Tea was wrapped in a quilt, shivering and hopping around the room for fear of freezing solid.
First Blood’s eyes were bloodshot, his spirit withered and broken by the eerie nursery rhyme playing repeatedly in his mind.
As for Pozhan, the coffin under his bed was clattering and banging as if it wanted to flip the bed and him along with it. He didn’t even have a place to sit anymore.
During this time, because he didn’t trust that coffin, he had piled the television and the wardrobe onto the bed, barely managing to stabilize the situation.
Time marched steadily toward ten o’clock at night. At that moment, a faint sound came from outside Qiao Yu’s door. He leaned in and peered through the peephole.
He saw the Landlord Uncle, moving stiffly like a walking corpse, wandering through the hallway while holding the Room 4003 House Number Plate.
He seemed to be hesitating whether or not to hang the Room 4003 House Number Plate on Room 4005.
Qiao Yu glanced back at the jumpy Brother Crocodile and remained silent.
Who knew this guy came with a built-in GPS? That deserves a 666~
“Is Li Xiaoqin here?” Man-Eating Crocodile was terrified.
Qiao Yu shook his head. “It’s the Landlord Uncle at the door delivering a package for you.”
Brother Crocodile: “*Sob*~”
As time passed, Canyue Wushuang had fallen into despair. He had searched every inch of the Basement; aside from a few expired bags of Chinese medicine, there was blood all over the floor like messy scribbles.
And then there were… ghosts. The Basement was filled with rooms full of ghosts.
It was lucky he had used a Review Card, or else he wouldn’t even know how he died.
At the same time, he began to suspect whether the words he had heard from that streamer back then were a trap. He couldn’t be blamed for overthinking; in an Instance, once others knew you had used a Review Card, you became nothing more than a free clue detector. He knew even better that those streamers were searching the world for him just to get their hands on the storyline he possessed, didn’t he?
But he didn’t want to share it because he felt a deep sense of injustice.
Why should he be the one to scout the path for these people at the cost of burning his own life?
He knew all too well that these streamers weren’t teammates; not a single one of them could be trusted.
In fact, this was the second time he had unexpectedly obtained a Review Card within an Instance. Review Cards couldn’t be bought in the shop at all. Viewers in the Live Stream Room would only tip up to 99 gold coins, and if that balance wasn’t spent within the first six hours of entering the next Instance, it would be wiped clean.
This was why everyone used all their gold coins to buy Clue Cards the moment they entered an Instance.
As for his experience obtaining his first Review Card, he didn’t want to remember it.
Human nature was too ugly; people would do anything to survive.
Even if it meant stripping away someone else’s chance at life, they would step over a corpse to keep going.
Suddenly, his phone alarm went off. The rhythmic beeping served as a warning that his time was up.
It was time to find Li Xiaoqin for the review, but he wasn’t sure if the clues he had gathered were enough to account for 70% of the storyline.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself countless times, he was still gripped by fear, panic, and unease at this moment.
Just then, the sound of steady footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, unhurriedly approaching the Basement.
In an instant, the high walls he had built in his mind collapsed under the weight of those calm footsteps.
Was it Li Xiaoqin? Had she come to find him for the review?
No, he couldn’t do the review!
With the meager clues in his hand, he had no confidence in constructing a complete story. What was he supposed to do?
It was already 10:02 PM. What should he do?
Right-hide. If he just hid, everything would be fine.
Canyue Wushuang scrambled up the short ladder and quickly locked the red-painted Iron Door of the Basement from the inside.
The footsteps drew closer and closer. He huddled in the corner, terrified, his mind projecting Li Xiaoqin’s appearance based on the sounds outside.
The footsteps stopped… Her hand touched the doorknob… She was pulling at the door!
Thump-thump, thump-thump-thump…
The quiet Basement was filled with the sound of Canyue Wushuang’s racing heart. He pressed his dry lips together and forced himself to swallow, but it did nothing to soothe his anxiety.
Suddenly, the battered Iron Door stopped rattling. Biting his index finger, Canyue Wushuang looked toward the red door with a sliver of hope.
Did… did she leave?
Did Li Xiaoqin give up because she couldn’t find him?
At that exact moment, a strange sound came from the bedside table. *Creeeak-*
Canyue Wushuang whipped his head around. He saw that the bedside table had been pushed open, leaving a narrow gap.
A pair of eyes like black holes appeared in that gap. Pure black eyes with no whites were staring at him through the slit!
Realizing he had noticed her, the eyes no longer tried to hide. The gap widened further and further until the cabinet door was pushed completely open.
Li Xiaoqin was curled inside the cramped cabinet in an extremely grotesque posture.
How… how could this be?
Why was Li Xiaoqin in the Basement!
When did she get here? Or had she been here the whole time?!
*Crack, crack, crack…* The sound of bones colliding and rearranging rang in his ears. Curled in the cabinet, Li Xiaoqin poked her head out. Her bruise-covered arms gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly as she slowly crawled out.
Canyue Wushuang stared fixedly at the female ghost as she approached him at a leisurely pace. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull, and his face instantly turned paler than paper.
It was over. He was finished!