Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

After a night of this, Liang Zaibing was almost driven to the brink of nervous breakdown.

When I woke up the next day, I was in a daze, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my eyelids. I was more like a walking corpse than the dead students in the academy.

Although his mental value was only deducted little by little towards the end, after one night his mental value was only 68, and by tomorrow night at the latest, his mental value would be completely zero.

He even wondered if these apathetic classmates were all former players whose sanity had been depleted and who had been assimilated by the dungeon.

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"It's great that your sanity is only 68, son."

“I went to check on that girl in the dorm across the hall. She’s dropped to 45. I doubt she’ll make it through the night.”

"Young Master Sheng is no good, only 62 points left (Wishing for a luxury apartment in the city center, P.S. Don't hit my face when I'm hitting him)."

Liang Zaibing glanced at the remaining people and found that he and Mo Qiuping had the highest mental values, both at 68 points.

Except for Sheng Jingyu at 62, everyone else's index fell below 60.

No one mentioned Zhao Hui's name in the comments.

The whistle for morning exercise blared urgently, and Sun Zai's loud voice boomed through the loudspeaker into everyone's ears, "Last twenty minutes! If you don't come down now, you won't get breakfast!"

Before leaving, Liang Zaibing glanced out the window. The cement ground was dry and covered in dust. The bloodstains that had covered the ground last night had vanished without a trace, as if the terrifying experience of last night was just a nightmare.

When I woke up, I was back at the ordinary Wude Academy.

The skeletons at the entrance of 516 served as a stark reminder that everything that happened last night was an indelible reality.

The fresh male skeleton was so smooth that it seemed as if no flesh had ever grown since birth; only the grotesque teeth marks on the bones told them of the atrocity that had taken place.

Zhao Hui's death also confirmed Liang Zaibing's conjecture last night: mental attacks wouldn't kill them immediately, but those who couldn't bear it and left the dormitory would definitely die.

Only then did Sheng Jingyu belatedly realize the fear he was experiencing. If he had pushed open that door yesterday, he would have been the one gnawed down to his skeleton.

Everyone turned to look at Feng Peng, who was the last to leave the room, with a mixture of fear and disgust.

It's ridiculous that he didn't die at the hands of the boss, but was instead pushed out by his own teammates.

"What are you all looking at me for?" Feng Peng tried his best to pretend he knew nothing, but his evasive gaze, which was glued to the skeleton, completely betrayed him.

Liang Zaibing crossed her arms. "Now you don't need to play dumb with us, do you? Weren't you the one who opened the door last night?"

"They even deliberately used the sound of jumping off a building to cover up the noise. How clever of them?"

"It wasn't me. I've been lying in bed the whole time and haven't moved." Feng Peng was already feeling incredibly guilty, but he still stubbornly insisted.

"That's enough." Mo Qiuping's already indifferent expression grew even colder.

She didn't care whether Zhao Hui lived or died, but she didn't want the person she had gone to so much trouble to save to die without her consent, a death that was utterly meaningless.

"Zhao Hui is no threat to you if he's alive, so why did you kill him?"

"I...I didn't kill him." Feng Peng's eyes darted around, avoiding Mo Qiuping's gaze. "I was just too scared, my mind went blank, that's why..."

Liu Ying clenched her fists and glared hatefully at Feng Peng, wanting to rush up and take revenge on the murderer who killed her boyfriend, but she did nothing.

Liang Zaibing glanced at everyone present and had a bad feeling.

The players who were originally working together to complete the game had their already fragile trust shattered by Feng Peng's actions, and everyone began to be wary of each other.

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Everyone else went to the training session first, but Liang Zaibing rushed upstairs in the last ten minutes to take a look.

Through the glass windows, it can be seen that the windows of each dormitory room are nailed shut, presumably to prevent students from jumping off.

It really does resemble a prison.

The rooftop was locked with a large padlock, and there was no dust on the padlock or chain, suggesting that it was frequently opened.

That ghost from last night must have jumped from the rooftop.

We can't leave the dormitory at night, so now is the safest time to explore.

So what if there's a lock? I have a master key.

Liang Zaibing seemed like a seasoned thief with ten years of experience; he simply swapped the master key, inserted it into the ignition, turned it twice, and opened it.

On the rooftop, which should have been empty, stood a boy hidden in the shadows of the eaves.

The moment the door opened, Number 11 looked at him.

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"Oh ho, open the door and kill."

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

"Keep the boiled boba away from the screen, I'm afraid the blood will splatter on my face later."

Liang Zaibing was sweating profusely. He silently took two steps back, moving away from the direction of the rooftop.

Zhao Hui's miserable state was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to be caught doing anything wrong and then handed over to the Censorate.

By the way, secretly opening the rooftop door shouldn't violate the academy's rules, right?

Number 11 merely glanced at him briefly before turning back to gaze at the vibrant, pale pink and deep orange sunrise.

"You have seven minutes left."

Liang Zaibing suddenly realized that there were only seven minutes left before the meeting time. Just as she was about to turn around and run away, she suddenly thought of the first time she met him.

As the boy passed by, he stuffed the strawberry-flavored Dove chocolate and Snickers bar from his pocket into his hand.

Since these will probably be taken away anyway, I might as well try using them to bribe the ghost.

Don't all kids love candy?

"Is the chocolate delicious?"

The boy paused almost imperceptibly. "I am a ghost, I cannot eat human food."

"If you can kill people, what's so hard about eating a piece of candy?" Liang Zaibing muttered to himself, then locked the rooftop again and rushed downstairs.

The boy sat motionless on the edge of the rooftop like a pure black stone statue, his thin legs dangling in mid-air, a distance from the ground that could shatter a person to pieces.

If he leans forward a little, he will fall off the roof like Number 7.

But he can't do that, his mother will be unhappy.

His sins are not yet atoneable.

Number 11 gently pressed his hand against his left pocket, inside which were small pink candies, melted by the heat, and sticky, clumped together.

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Liang Zaibing rushed as fast as she could and finally managed to get into the queue before the deadline, thus saving her life.

The teacher, gripping the ruler in her hand, snorted at him through her snot, "Consider yourself lucky."

Liang Zaibing stood up straight, pretending to be a wooden statue, not giving them a chance to find fault with him or make mistakes.

The instructor was probably in a bad mood today. He trained them for four hours under the blazing sun without a break, and they didn't get to eat breakfast until lunchtime.

Liu Ying fainted once during the incident and was violently woken up by the instructor, who warned her that if she slacked off again, she would be locked in a dark room.

It was only because Liang Zaibing secretly instructed them to drink energy supplements that everyone managed to persevere.

After not eating for more than 12 hours, Liang Zaibing could barely feel her stomach anymore. Had she digested her stomach lining to satisfy her hunger?

On the way to the cafeteria, the students who had been like the living dead became unusually active, gathering in groups of three or five and whispering to each other.

Liang Zaibing leaned close to a classmate and listened intently.

"...Tomorrow is the monthly home-school communication day. Have you thought about how you're going to tell your parents?"

“I…this time I’m determined to convince him to take me home. I never want to stay here again.”

"Sigh, I begged my mom so much last time, but she still wouldn't let me leave. She said I was slandering the teachers and school, being lazy and not wanting to study. Does she wish I were dead here?"

"..."

Liang Zaibing shook off her earlier dejection, her eyes sparkling brightly.

This is practically handing a way out to them.