Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liu Ying let out a short scream, then immediately covered her mouth.

But the attention of everyone else in the cafeteria had already been drawn to it.

His gaze fell on her, but it was empty and unfocused, ethereal and eerie.

Liang Zaibing keenly sensed a change in the atmosphere around her.

The scorching, sticky summer heat dissipated, and a chilling, eerie atmosphere swept over the area, sending a shiver down one's spine.

"Don't you guys feel like the academy has changed?"

Although the teachers had previously beaten and scolded them, they had never personally killed anyone.

Although it is an illegal correctional facility, it is still too outrageous that someone died, and it would be troublesome to deal with.

They only want to make money, not kill. If someone dies, they not only won't make any money, but they might even lose money.

The only players who died before were those who were killed by player number 11 while trying to escape.

Liang Zaibing suspected that the only way to die was to escape the academy, and even if he violated the rules and was locked in a dark room, there was still a chance of survival.

But now, every part of the academy seems to be undergoing dangerous changes.

The rolling sound of heads hitting the ground was like the tolling of a death knell. Some invisible barrier was shattered, and they instantly stepped from the cruel human world into a hell of corpses and blood.

The numb and listless students became cold and stiff, like corpses taken out of a freezer, half-thawed.

The cafeteria lady's face was contorted in extreme pain, barely recognizable as human, and the cleaver in her hand was still dripping blood as she waited for her next prey.

Sheng Jingyu's expression changed several times before he finally suppressed his emotions and became alert. "The inner world of Silent Hill."

The head slammed onto the greasy, dirty tiles of the cafeteria floor, rolling around as if it were alive, until it reached Sheng Jingyu's feet.

Its head opened its blood-red maw, about to bite Sheng Jingyu's trouser leg, but it was dodged.

The head laughed with a venomous and eerie smile, its completely black eyes fixed on his face, emitting a piercing, shrill scream—

"You're next!"

"The cafeteria is no longer safe, get out of here immediately!"

Liang Zaibing stuffed the last bite of rice into her mouth, not caring about the lives of others, and grabbed the empty plate to head towards the recycling area.

Mo Qiuping had just finished eating and got up to leave with him.

The cafeteria lady, itching with hunger, twirled the knife in her hand, but couldn't bring herself to attack them. She could only stare at the remaining people like a vulture.

Feng Peng and the others were also eating with all their might, carefully making sure not to miss a single grain of rice.

Leaving even a second earlier means staying further away from danger.

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Liang Zaibing and Mo Qiuping followed the flow of people toward the dormitory.

Among a group of students who looked like corpses, Liang Zaibing subconsciously lowered her breathing and asked in a voice only Mo Qiuping could hear, "Didn't Number 11 come to the cafeteria with us?"

"No, he went towards the dark room after class."

Mo Qiuping didn't finish her sentence, but Liang Zaibing understood the unspoken meaning.

It seems Zhao Hui is in grave danger.

Liang Zaibing habitually turned on the bullet comments to check for information.

Although these viewers often do nothing but cause him trouble, as free agents outside the game, their sources of information and perspectives are naturally much more comprehensive than those of the players.

"I'm back from next door. The scene was too ugly to describe, anyway, it wouldn't pass censorship."

"Brother Hui passed away peacefully. (Image of lighting a candle)"

"This is terrifying! How can this young man be so ruthless? I was almost scared to death watching him on screen."

"Go to the hospital and get your kidneys checked. Don't avoid seeking medical help."

"You'd better keep your tail between your legs in this instance. I don't want to bury my child."

"That's right, that's right. We're waiting for you to finish your training and come home to take care of your parents."

Liang Zaibing turned off the meaningless comments without any expression.

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The silence of being alone, the loneliness of not getting a response, the oppressive feeling of being confined and the fear—none of these could compare to the approaching footsteps outside the solitary confinement cell for Zhao Hui.

He would rather be locked in this room for the rest of his life than see this devil one last time.

It was so light it was almost inaudible, yet it struck his wildly beating heart like a heavy hammer, squeezing and pumping blood throughout his body.

His fingernails were all roughly pulled out, a large piece of skin close to his shinbone was peeled off his calf, revealing bright red muscle texture, and a plate of meat was finely sliced ​​off his thigh, revealing bone with blood sticking to it.

Because it avoided major arteries and important blood vessels, the bleeding was not much. By this time, a layer of futile scab had formed on the wound, and the blood pool underfoot had congealed into a dense, tofu-like mass.

Because of fear and extreme pain, Zhao Hui's facial and body muscles twitched violently, aggravating his wounds, and the excruciating pain felt like it was splitting him in two.

In the dark, deserted room, only his own cries of pain and screams echoed.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

As Zhao Hui stared at the closed iron gate, his pupils trembled even more violently.

He must have misheard.

It's just the wind blowing; that devil hasn't come back. Yes, it wasn't him.

However, the things we least want to happen often become reality.

The door creaked open like a short death knell.

A pure black shadow walked in from the light in the corridor; its body was black, and its soul was black as well.

Number 11 did not cast a single glance at the person on the rack; he stood by the wall displaying the torture instruments as if he were a robot following a fixed program.

Choose the same option.

Then I walked toward him.

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"Hello, Auntie, we..."

Out of the corner of her eye, Liang Zaibing caught sight of the kitchen knife the dormitory supervisor was holding under the table, and she immediately fell silent.

The dormitory supervisor has changed; asking her now is like walking into the line of fire.

"We're alright now, thank you, Auntie."

"Then how can we find our dormitory?" Mo Qiuping glanced at the darkening sky and shadowy figures outside the building. "I don't think sleeping on the floor outside in the middle of the night is a good option."

"Entering other students' dormitories without permission is also not allowed."

Liang Zaibing had a very positive attitude, believing that there's always a way out.

"Look around."

The two quickly found the newly posted freshman accommodation arrangements on the bulletin board.

Liang Zaibing and Sheng Jingyu are in 514, Mo Qiuping and Liu Ying are in 515, and Feng Peng and Zhao Hui are in 516.

This dilapidated academy is quite generous; it even has rooms for two people.

As soon as Feng Peng entered the hall, he saw the list with the two men, and his expression turned even more grim.

"Zhao Hui has been locked in a dark room, so I'll be all alone tonight?"

Those who frequently watch horror movies know that, unless the protagonist has a special aura, the lone character is usually the first to die.

Sheng Jingyu curled his lip in disdain, "I'll switch with you."

It's obvious who it's referring to.

Liang Zaibing leaned close to his shoulder and sneered, "What are you afraid of? I'm not interested in underage butts."

“I’m 19!” Sheng Jingyu glared at him fiercely through gritted teeth, but his puffed-out cheeks made him seem intimidating.

"You're such an awkward person. You're afraid I'll fall for you if you don't sleep in the same room as me, but you're also resentful if I don't like you."

Sheng Jingyu was so angry that he choked, "You!"

Just as Liang Zaibing was about to tease him again, she suddenly smelled a pungent, bloody odor.

Turning around abruptly, I discovered a gruesome corpse lying on the uneven cement floor of the dormitory lobby.