Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Before the words were even finished, a loud crash of a heavy object hitting the ground erupted outside the window.

The sound has a captivating magic; the moment it enters the ear, images spontaneously form in the mind.

They seemed to be floating in the air, witnessing the entire process of a suicide.

He jumped from a height of tens of meters, and his skull shattered instantly upon hitting the concrete ground, like a broken watermelon, with red and white fragments rolling all over the ground.

The neck and arms broke first, piercing through the skin and protruding out. The ribs pierced all the internal organs, and the intestines flowed out along the ruptured opening, covering the ground.

The corpse was so badly deformed that it was difficult to even recognize its human form; it looked more like an avant-garde sculpture by a mad artist.

Even twisted like that, the person did not die immediately. A hoarse groan escaped from the punctured trachea, probably a cry for help.

But it was too late for anyone to save him.

The echo had completely faded away, but Liang Zaibing was still in a daze. He suddenly realized that the mutilated corpse in the pool of blood had raised its head and given him a strange smile, which was none other than his own face!

"!"

Only when she felt the pain in her buttocks did Liang Zaibing realize that she had escaped from that damned illusion.

[Spiritual attack received, mental value -5]

Current sanity level: 95/100

It seems that the scene of jumping off the building was specially designed by the dungeon, simply to deplete their mental energy and force them to advance the main storyline and escape the dungeon as soon as possible?

Or perhaps, they have ulterior motives.

Liang Zaibing brushed the dust off his pants and casually prepared to lie back down on the bed to go back to sleep.

Having just escaped the illusion, Sheng Jingyu was still somewhat dazed. Seeing this person's nonchalant attitude, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to find out what's really happening outside?"

"If you're really curious, you can go out and take a look. It would be even better if you could share some information with me." Liang Zaibing shamelessly cupped his hands in greeting.

Sheng Jingyu utterly despised his behavior of slacking off and relying on his teammates, snorted coldly, and got up to walk towards the door.

Before his hand even touched the doorknob, Liang Zaibing suddenly jumped out of bed and peered out through the crack in the window.

Although the room was dark, the moonlight outside made it relatively easy to see.

When Liang Zaibing put her face close to the window, she only had time to see a pair of legs wearing school trousers and gray Adidas shoes.

A few seconds later, they heard the loud bang again.

Spiritual pollution also arrives in an instant.

[Spiritual attack received, mental value -4]

[Spirit value: 91/100]

I don't know if it's because of resistance or adaptation, but this time I only lost four points of energy.

Liang Zaibing counted the seconds in her mind: "The interval between the two jumps was 15 minutes and 36 seconds."

"Why did you have to remember this?" Sheng Jingyu's face was deathly pale, as if he had just ridden ten roller coasters. "Do you think there will be a next time?"

Liang Zaibing looked at him with the kind of care one would give someone with intellectual disabilities, "It's not just next time, it seems we'll be spending the whole night like this."

I don't know if it's a reinforced company taking turns jumping down, or if it's the same ghost jumping repeatedly.

"Where's the evidence? That's just your wild imagination."

Sheng Jingyu was as stubborn as a mule; in reality, it wasn't so much that he didn't believe it, but rather that he didn't want to believe it.

In just twenty minutes, their mental strength dropped by 9 points. He didn't even dare to guess how many points they would have left after a night of mental attacks.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Liang Zaibing yawned and went back to the window to keep watch. "My life is so hard. It's this late and I haven't slept a wink because of someone."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Sheng Jingyu didn't argue with him and squatted down by the window to observe as well.

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After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound of wind breaking drifted in through the window, like the mournful cry of air being squeezed.

Immediately afterwards, an upside-down, gray-white face fell almost against the window.

The blood moon cast a dark red glow over his face, making him appear even more eerie and terrifying.

Even though Liang Zaibing was usually very calm, his heart was pounding with fear, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the shock of another event.

On the neck of the person who jumped from the building, there was a strikingly familiar radiating pattern of blood.

He had seen this before, in that illusion in Class 9 classroom, the boy who smashed number 11's head with a chair.

The man's body continued to fall, and Liang Zaibing saw those gray Adidas sneakers again.

The male ghost once again splattered blood onto the ground, spreading out an even larger bloodstain.

Why are you so sure he's not human?

After being smashed into a meat patty, the ghost quickly began to writhe and crawl towards the dormitory gate, dragging its knee, pierced by a shinbone, seemingly preparing to do it again.

Just now, my mental value dropped by three points.

Liang Zaibing resignedly lay back on the bed, leaning against the headboard like an insomniac old office worker, flipping through sleep aids.

Medicines that restore mental energy are already expensive, and they're completely banned in this dungeon. It seems the game intends to wear them down here.

They say there's no time limit, but if this guy comes again tomorrow, they might not even last three days.

Liang Zaibing bought all the noise-canceling earmuffs and headphones in the mall, but no matter how high-tech the noise-canceling products were, the deafening roar continued to come, always just when she was about to fall asleep.

The flesh and blood, propelled by gravity, slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, scattering blood and flesh and making the sound of bones breaking. The scene before my eyes was as clear as a 4K movie.

Rather than sound in a physical sense, it's more like a penetrating true injury that ignores armor.

Liang Zaibing had never hated her hearing so much.

This dungeon's twisted sense of humor is just awful.

Dude, do you really have that much resentment? Why don't you tell me what's wrong and I'll help you resolve it? All you're doing is making noise and keeping everyone awake, it's not doing anything at all.

I can't solve this? You're so fake, you think I want to talk to you...

Liang Zaibing struggled to suppress the urge to burst out the door and beat that bastard to a pulp, and forced herself to continue sleeping.

Calm down, calm down. Impulsiveness is the devil. This damn instance is definitely tempting them to go out and tread the path to their doom.

Sheng Jingyu could no longer bear it; his eyes were bloodshot, turning red like a rabbit's eyes.

"I'm going to kill that bastard who's disturbing the peace right now!"

Just as he was about to open the door, another banging sound came, but they also heard a discordant noise.

The creaking of the door hinges and the rustling of something being dragged came from the next dormitory room.

Sheng Jingyu turned his head and met Liang Zaibing's gaze.

The two remained silent, their understanding unspoken.

Fifteen minutes passed, but the sound of falling did not come again. Instead, a sticky crawling sound, similar to that of a snail, suddenly came from outside the corridor on the fifth floor.

Liquid dripped down, getting closer and closer.

Then came a dense, guttural sound, as if they were trying to suck the marrow from their prey's bones, leaving no flesh or blood behind.

Sheng Jingyu bit his lip, not daring to make a sound, not daring to think about what the monster was eating.