Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liu Ying collapsed to the ground in terror, instinctively wanting to scream, but she restrained herself by biting her wrist. After a long while, she managed to stammer, "...It's, it's Ahui."

If it weren't for her, Zhao Hui wouldn't be the way he is now.

But Liu Ying was so frightened that she couldn't stand up at all, and could only stare blankly at the person lying in a pool of blood.

After confirming that there was no danger around, Liang Zaibing went up to check on Zhao Hui's condition.

Zhao Hui's legs were rubbed raw and bloody, and upon closer inspection, wounds from cuts and peelings of flesh could be found. The hole in his left thigh was filled with the rubbed-off flesh, covering the exposed bone.

Despite being tortured into this unrecognizable state, Zhao Hui's chest was still heaving slightly.

"He's still alive."

The live stream room was filled with screams and chaos.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh I'm having nightmares! Son, save me! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

"I understand the logic, so why is Zhu Bo so calm? Do you have some side business?"

"As anyone who frequently commits murder knows, killing is easy, but torturing is difficult.jpg"

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Liang Zaibing focused his attention on Zhao Hui. Even though he was not knowledgeable in medicine, he could tell that Zhao Hui wouldn't last much longer.

There are no items in the store to restore health; otherwise, what would be the difference between a horror game and an online game with unlimited lives?

There is a low probability that items that restore health or can be used to take someone's life will drop in dungeons, and these items are often sold at exorbitant prices.

Players also have an extremely low probability of acquiring related talent skills; the number of players with recorded healing skills is in the single digits.

Liang Zaibing subconsciously looked at Mo Qiuping.

She came to the previous instance wearing a white coat, so she's probably a doctor in real life. Maybe she can give Zhao Hui an emergency rescue.

Mo Qiuping understood the question in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "I'll give it a try."

Mo Qiuping took out her skill weapon, the acupuncture kit, from her backpack and quickly inserted more than a dozen needles into the acupoints on her chest and thighs.

Liang Zaibing watched with her heart pounding.

Isn't Mo Qiuping's skill meant to control bosses? Won't it cause problems if she uses it on a human?

If it were just acupuncture, even an acupuncture master wouldn't be able to save someone whose life is in danger, right?

In fact, as a newly graduated TCM doctor, Mo Qiuping's acupuncture skills were quite average, limited to recognizing acupoints and inserting needles.

Her medical skills weren't so high that she could become a national master of traditional Chinese medicine, nor were they so bad that she would be stabbed to death by a patient's family member. She was just at the level where she could get a salary and live a comfortable life.

What truly comes into play is her innate skill.

Since the last dungeon ended, "Nine Needles" has leveled up to level 2.

[Talent Skill: Nine Needles]

[Currently level 2/9, Special effect: Stabbing the corresponding acupoints freezes the status of players whose health is not yet zero until the end of the dungeon (the skill effect will be automatically removed upon being attacked)]

This means that Zhao Hui will remain in a coma with a sliver of health remaining. If someone helps him complete the main quest, he can leave the instance and return to reality unharmed.

But clearly there are no such benefactors in this instance; Liu Ying can barely protect himself, let alone save him.

The outcome was already decided when Zhao Hui committed a fatal offense and was locked in the disciplinary room.

He was not saved; his death was merely delayed.

At first glance, the level 2 Nine Needles looks impressive, but in reality, it's just a useless skill that's neither useful nor worth discarding.

However, if it continues to be upgraded, it is foreseeable that it will become the most sought-after healing-type player in horror games.

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Mo Qiuping removed the needles, carefully wiped away the blood, and put them back into her acupuncture kit.

Liang Zaibing looked left and right, her eyes almost popping out, but she couldn't see any sign of improvement in Zhao Hui; he was still breathing more in than out.

Mo Qiuping glanced at him and said, "Your life is hanging by a thread for now. If you are attacked again, you will die immediately."

"Dr. Mo has a miraculous healing touch."

Liang Zaibing complimented him verbally, but inwardly he was extremely relieved that he wasn't the one who got hurt, otherwise he would have been the guinea pig.

“Carry your roommate up, young master.”

Liang Zaibing stood with her hands on her hips, leisurely watching Sheng Jingyu, whose expression was not very pleasant.

To die or to die, that is the question.

In the end, Young Master Sheng gave in; he really didn't want to share a room with a half-dead person.

At this temperature, Zhao Hui's body had already begun to rot and smell.

"I only chose to live in room 514 because I didn't want to break the dormitory assignment list! It wasn't because..."

Liang Zaibing went up the stairs, giving an OK sign without turning her head, "I understand, it's not because I'm having a princess syndrome."

Sheng Jingyu took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to beat up this idiot.

Just you wait, I'll teach you a lesson once we get out of here!

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Although it's advertised as a two-person dormitory, the actual room size is only enough to fit two beds.

The two narrow single beds were separated by a worn-out bedside table, so that you could easily slap your roommate in the face if you turned over in the middle of the night.

There was no quilt on the bed; a straw mat with seven or eight holes was hastily placed on the hard wooden bed, and the pillow was greasy and yellowed.

In the sweltering summer heat, there wasn't even a fan, let alone air conditioning. The windows were nailed shut with wooden strips, and you could only see the blood-red moon through the cracks.

The stuffy, humid air was trapped inside the room, fermenting into an unpleasant, sour smell, making one feel as if they had stepped into a fresh grave where the corpse had not yet fully decomposed.

"Tsk, I knew it."

Liang Zaibing cursed and immediately bought a cooling patch from the mall and put it on her body.

A comfortable coolness spread from the back of my neck to my whole body, and the scent of mint leaves wafted out, as if I were instantly transported to a refreshing early summer.

Liang Zaibing threw away the pillow, folded her coat and placed it behind her head, quickly getting into a sleeping position.

Sheng Jingyu exchanged the bedding for new ones at the mall, but he couldn't spread it out evenly no matter how much he pulled at it, so he had no choice but to give up and just cover himself with it haphazardly.

He, being a man of refined taste, couldn't stand Liang Zaibing's sloppy behavior and couldn't help but complain, "Don't you think this bed is too shabby? How can you sleep on this?"

Liang Zaibing didn't even lift her eyelids. "When the orphanage was poor, there weren't enough cotton quilts and beds to go around, so I slept on the floor every day."

"Having a bed to sleep in is a blessing, although you may find it hard to understand."

"..."

Sheng Jingyu felt a rare pang of shame for having touched a nerve, but that shame vanished the next second thanks to the man's obnoxious words.

Goodnight, Princess and the Pea.

Enraged, Sheng Jingyu yelled, "Shut up!"

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As Sheng Jingyu rolled over for the 27th time, Liang Zaibing sighed heavily.

"Hey, stop making pancakes and go to sleep. I really don't like your butt. If you're worried, I can put an anti-gay device in the middle."

"?"

Sheng Jingyu, who was actually worried about being attacked by ghosts at night, was successfully led astray by him, "What gay device?"

"Don't take things out of context, okay?" Liang Zaibing was completely defeated by him.

Liang Zaibing placed the unused pillows on the bedside table in the middle, then spread her hands towards him, "That's it. With the blessing of the Pillow God, your bottom will be safe and sound tonight. Now you can sleep peacefully, right?"

He was really tired after a day full of ups and downs, and this was the first day when the danger was least. If he didn't take this opportunity to get a good night's sleep, he didn't know when he would be able to sleep again.

Sheng Jingyu was furious at the coaxing tone, and was about to have a huge argument with him when he saw Liang Zaibing's expression suddenly change.

"Did you hear that...?"