After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Hearing this, Yang Guang instantly perked up, loosened his hand and told the cook: "You go ahead, I have something to do and I have to leave. Bye!"

After saying that, he left quickly. The cook looked at Yang Guang kindly as he left, and then continued with her work.

Yang Guang returned to the dormitory and began to prepare to go down to the basement.

"11, can I exchange weapons?"

11: "Yes, host. As long as the weapon is not beyond the setting of this copy era, you can exchange it."

Yang Guang lifted up the hem of her skirt from the side and tied a belt around her thighs in her underwear: "Exchange me a knife!"

A knife slightly larger than a fruit knife appeared on Yang Guang's desk. The blade was sharp and gleaming with a cold light. It was covered with a layer of soft cowhide sheath on the outside and hard on the inside.

Yang Guang did not exchange this knife with the intention of assassinating anyone, nor did he have the ability to do so. At most, he used the knife for self-defense.

After putting the knife on the belt at the thigh root under the skirt, Yang Guang, who had dressed up, began to wait for the arrival of dinner time. In fact, Yang Guang did not want to put the knife at the root of his thigh, as it was not easy to draw the knife. However, he had no place to put the knife in the skirt, and he could not change the skirt at will, which would violate the setting of the man dressed as a woman, so Yang Guang could only hide the knife in this place.

Dinner time soon arrived, and the players gathered in the restaurant again. Yang Guang ate dinner while monitoring their conversation, and soon learned that the entrance to the basement was found by the short-haired girl and Xiao Ke.

11: "After dinner, players will start to form groups and go into the basement~"

Yang Guang put down the spoon in his hand: "It was so easy to find the basement of the castle. No one stopped them. They must have done it on purpose. The basement is the main place to clear the dungeon."

11: "Yes, the host is really smart!"

After dinner, the players, led by the short-haired girl, began to take action. Yang Guang returned to his room and waited for all the players to enter the basement before starting to take action.

Yang Guang: "11, help me find the player's action route."

11: "Good host!"

Yang Guang followed 11's instructions and came to the westernmost part of the first floor of the castle.

"Aren't the guest rooms right over here? The game is really lenient in guiding players to the main plot location."

Yang Guang complained as he walked deeper. When he reached the end, Yang Guang found that there was a wall in front of him, but since 11 said that the players went to the basement from here, there must be a way here!

Yang Guang looked at an oil painting of a vase hanging on the wall in front of him, touched the painting, and walked around it.

Suddenly, Yang Guang felt something was wrong with the feeling under his feet. Yang Guang stomped his feet hard and found that the sound made by the floor under his feet was not solid, but a little trembling.

Yang Guang squatted down and took a closer look. He lifted up her skirt, pulled out a knife from her legs, and thrust it into a crack in the floor. He used all his strength to pry the floor open. A staircase extending diagonally downwards was revealed. There was no light inside, like a black hole.

Yang Guang put the knife back and whistled: "Found it."

After saying that, he walked down the stairs, then raised his head and covered the board again. From a distance, there was only one wall at the end of the corridor on the west side of the castle, very close to the guest rooms, with an oil painting hanging on it.

11: "Host, aren't you afraid? It's so dark down there."

11 I watched Yang Guang walk down step by step, holding onto the wall, using a small flashlight from his room drawer. The weak light could only illuminate five or six steps below him, and it became dim and blurry further down.

Yang Guang: "We are all colleagues, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The only sound I could hear was my own footsteps. I didn’t know how long I had been walking in this narrow and dim place, but I finally reached the end.

Yang Guang looked at the wall in front of him, feeling completely baffled.

Yang Guang: "How much does this designer love dead ends..."

"what!"

Yang Guang didn't expect the ceiling here to be so low, and he hit his head when he jumped casually.

"Tear..." Yang Guang, who was covering his head, found that the floor tiles under his feet were solid. He continued to touch the place where his head was hit with one hand, while supporting the ceiling with the other hand and pushing hard. Dim light penetrated in, Yang Guang put the flashlight back into his waist belt, supported the board above his head with both hands, and jumped hard.

"Kang..."

Successfully opened the exit door.

Yang Guang climbed up: "Are we there yet?"

11: "Yes host!"

After getting the affirmation, Yang Guang climbed up and restored the door, then turned his head and began to observe the basement.

In front of him was a long corridor. The dim oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor could only emit a weak light, illuminating the small area. There were spider webs above his head, as if no one had been here for a long time. There were also various red marks on the wall. Yang Guang observed carefully and found that one of the marks was a palm print.

Yang Guang felt that this corridor looked more and more familiar, and accidentally looked behind him: there was an oil painting hanging on the wall.

Yang Guang felt a chill on his back: "Am I back in the castle again?"

But then he thought again, something was not right. He had been going downstairs, so how could he return to the castle? Confused, Yang Guang walked towards the center of the castle and continued to observe.

The hall caught Yang Guang's eyes: it was dark at night, the moonlight was the only light source, the crystal ceiling was covered with dust, and there were some long flesh-colored things hanging on it; the long table was piled with things, and Yang Guang walked in and saw that it was a plate of rotten meat that could not be seen in its original state, and various white maggots were pupating in and out of the holes in the meat. There were a lot of splattered blood on the table, scattered on the stools beside the table and on the floor.

Yang Guang, who was trying to hold back the urge to vomit, said: "..."

Yang Guang: "So why do I have to follow this group of players to disgust myself..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a sharp explosion, which sounded like a male's.

Yang Guang's pupils shrank in fear, and she pulled out the knife from her skirt and looked for the direction where the sound came from.

After arriving on the second floor, Yang Guang saw a scene that needed to be blurred out at the other end of the master bedroom: a man who looked exactly like the Phoenix Man was leaning against the wall, with only a bloody hole left in one of his eye sockets, and the whereabouts of the lower part of his chest unknown. His heart and an unknown part of a tubular object were taken out from the large cut under his chest, and blood was flowing out of the hole in his chest, like a tube of toothpaste that had been cut horizontally.

Yang Guang almost couldn't catch his breath when he inhaled a strong smell of blood.

With a sound of "Ouch...", Yang Guang, who was trying not to look at the scene, covered his eyes and glanced upwards. On the second floor in the dim light, a figure with limbs bent in opposite directions was welded firmly to the ceiling. The head looked at the pale-faced girl standing on the ground like an owl, and tilted his head, as if he had thought of something.

Yang Guang raised his head stiffly and slowly, looking at the figure that was crawling towards him like a spider: "...Hello...Hello..."