Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Since technologically advanced tools are unusable, we'll have to rely on superstition.

Liang Zaibing hesitated for a moment, but still took out the resentful bone.

Although the Vengeful Bone can only be used for five minutes a day, there are no plans for it in tomorrow's plot, so it should still be a safe period and worth the gamble.

Liang Zaibing gripped the umbrella handle made of white bone. With a thought, the folded oil-paper umbrella automatically opened, its surface as red as flowing blood. The dark and ominous crimson color poured down, enveloping his entire body.

He tentatively took a step outside, but the two guards ignored him and continued to patrol by the door.

Liang Zaibing wasted no time and ran towards her destination in a few steps.

To his surprise, the doors he had seen before were all made of wood, but the doors here were made of iron bars like those in prisons, with thick steel bars arranged closely together, as if they were used to imprison some kind of extremely ferocious wild beast.

Liang Zaibing adjusted the angle and found a humanoid creature lying on its side near the corner of the wall.

The reason it was described as a humanoid creature was because the person's entire body was covered by a binding garment, making it impossible to see their face.

His hands were confined inside his sleeves, his legs were tied together, and there were heavy shackles on his ankles.

Even a manic psychotic or a serious criminal wouldn't be bound up like this, would they?

What exactly does Chen Jinshan want to do by illegally detaining people here?

While they were thinking, the light golden head suddenly moved on the stone floor and looked up towards the door.

Her light golden hair fell down, revealing those incredibly familiar gray-blue eyes.

Liang Zaibing's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What is Ivan doing here?

Was he also a player participating in this instance? Could it be that the other three players who didn't appear were imprisoned here?

Liang Zaibing shifted her gaze and saw a head of flamboyant and dazzling red hair in the blind spot by the door. The person was also completely restrained, with their legs crossed and propped up against the wall, looking utterly bored.

However, judging from his deeply furrowed brows, he must have reached his limit of patience.

Seemingly sensing that he was being watched, the man lifted his eyelids, revealing beautiful, apple-green vertical pupils filled with irritability and malice.

"Look at my ass."

Liang Zaibing read it from his lip movements.

After saying that, the man closed his eyes again, his face extremely sour.

But Liang Zaibing still expressed his understanding, saying that if he were tied up like a mummy and left there for a day, he wouldn't be happy either.

Liang Zaibing silently scanned the other areas and, sure enough, spotted the last player.

She was a petite girl curled up, the heavy restraints almost suffocating her; only in this way could she feel a little better.

Liang Zaibing finally looked back at Ivan and mouthed to him what had happened.

Ivan pursed his lips and silently uttered two words.

--Task.

Because Ivan was lying down, Liang Zaibing had some difficulty recognizing what he was saying.

Are their missions really different from ours?

Since oral communication was difficult, Liang Zaibing simply typed quickly on her phone, zoomed in, and turned the screen towards Ivan.

"Aren't our main quests the same?"

Ivan nodded slightly.

Liang Zaibing gripped the screen tightly; this was troublesome.

Two days later, at the sacrificial ceremony, a supposedly miraculous medicine capable of curing all diseases was presented to the players, who were bound hand and foot and imprisoned underground...

He had a very bad feeling about it.

Her fingers were a little stiff as she typed, and Liang Zaibing typed out a line of text with difficulty—

Are you the offerings?

Ivan was silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded.

If their mission is to heal their own disease by sacrificing players from the opposing faction, then in turn, the opposing faction will most likely have to die in order to complete their mission.

Given Ivan's strength, he shouldn't be unable to escape. The only reason he's still in this cage is that it's a necessary requirement of the main storyline.

There was no time left for him to think; the resentful bone only had less than a minute of effect left.

Liang Zaibing typed "I'll try to figure something out" and then hurriedly left.

As they left the passage, the resentful bone stopped working and closed up, reverting to its ordinary oil-paper umbrella form.

-----

In the silence and darkness, deliberately hushed footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing closer and closer until they finally stopped at the bedside.

Jiang Qingjian lay quietly with her eyes closed, her hands flat on her chest.

"bad news?"

The metal bunk bed creaked and swayed. Liang Zaibing lay face down on the bed, burying his face in the fluffy pillows and staring blankly.

A cold, electronic voice echoed in the empty room, "Have you ever encountered a combat-based instance, the kind where it's a matter of life and death?"

"Had."

"What's the result?"

Jiang Qingjian chuckled softly, "Since I'm still alive, do I need to tell you who died?"

"Tch, what's with the attitude?" The reader finished reading this sentence without any inflection and then stopped working.

Liang Zaibing snorted and turned her head away, ignoring him.

Actually, he already had the answer in his heart before he even asked that question.

If, due to the rules, you are forced to stand on opposite sides of the scales of fate with your friends, it would be best if you could find a way to get both sides to your advantage; otherwise, you can only rely on your own abilities.

It's a good thing whoever survives in the end; it's better than losing to your enemy, who will curse your enemy in hell after they die.

-----

Before going to sleep, Liang Zaibing had the leisure to browse the bullet comments for a while, and unexpectedly discovered that the audience's attention was entirely on the red-haired, green-eyed man.

"How did that madman end up in this instance???"

"Maybe he's here to mentor newcomers. Ivan's also from Silverwing."

"Who are you talking about, that red-haired foreigner?"

"I copied a passage from the forum for you: Greey Green, the chief assassin of the Silverwing Guild, has accepted 3 S-class and 26 A-class bounties, and has never failed to kill one of them."

"This resume is a bit scary."

"For a mere A-rank dungeon, who would be worth a buyer paying such a high price to hire him? Could the target be the vice president of Thornbird?"

"Let's fight! Let's fight! I want to see rivers of blood."

"Excuse my bluntness, but if those two were to fight, there's a greater chance that the other players would be left with a bloodbath."

"That means you're a cold-hearted person who doesn't care at all whether our son lives or dies."

"The factions were already divided, so he can only help Vice President Jiang."

"I'll be sad no matter which side loses. This game is so unscrupulous, give me back my handsome Russian guy."

"The game streamer Ba—abandoned her ex-lover and took her lover, Da Lang, to brew medicine."

"It sounds like they're saying something I don't understand upstairs. Wait, why am I in traditional Chinese characters now?"

"Why do I feel like I understand something even though I don't understand it?"

"Where did this unscrupulous editor come from? Get him out of here."

"Isn't this supposed to be a high-octane battle? Where did I go? Is this some kind of horror game?"

"You're awake. This is actually Haitang City."

"No, I think it's more like a legal affairs channel."