Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I think it's better if we keep some distance."

"You mean you're going to refuse?" Louis was still smiling, but his words carried a dangerous undertone.

Liang Zaibing wiped her face, abandoning her joking and conciliatory attitude, and answered him very seriously, "Yes, I will not join Hongjun."

Is it too late to go back and beg Jiang Qingjian to let me join the group?

He didn't care about salary in real life, but his life and integrity were very important. Asking him to join this cult and do things against his conscience was harder than killing him.

“It’s a real pity you made the wrong decision,” Louis said, taking off his glasses, wiping them gently, and putting them back on. “But our Hongjun’s principle has always been to destroy what we can’t have.”

"I will issue a warning prohibiting any guild from recruiting you. Of course, they can try if they're not afraid of dying."

Liang Zaibing remained unmoved by his threats, coldly replying, "This is Eden City; you can't touch me."

"Of course not now. We'll treat you well in the instance, until you change your mind, or..."

Louis suddenly leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Death."

A bunch of lunatics.

Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth, shook him off, and left the guild hall.

He has temporarily given up on joining a guild. Even if a major guild were willing to risk offending Hongjun to recruit him, he would not agree.

The favors owed are too great; if I actually join a guild, I might have to be their slave for life.

-----

Liang Zaibing ran very fast, passing through various guilds and residences, until she ran out of energy by the time she reached the moat.

There were no living creatures in the Baisha River. The water was so clear that it resembled a piece of man-made glass, reflecting his disheveled appearance in perfect detail.

Her bangs were damp with sweat and clung to her skin. Her already loosely tied hair was completely disheveled, with a few long, curved strands hanging down her chin to her collarbone.

He's absolutely fed up with that lunatic guild.

A cold hand took his hand. There was no reflection in the stream, but Liang Zaibing could clearly see the taciturn boy beside her.

Liang Zaibing felt a sudden release of pent-up frustration, smiled, and gripped the handle even tighter.

I won't let him hurt you.

Eleven's voice wasn't loud, but every word was earnest, as if he were making a promise he would fulfill with his life.

Liang Zaibing treated it like coaxing a child, ruffling his fluffy head and agreeing with him, "Well, then I'll rely on you to protect me."

-----

Huang Fang, carrying a bowl of beef noodles in one hand and rice noodles in the other, kicked open the door and went back to his dormitory.

Huang Fang plopped down on the floor below his bed, unpacked the rice noodles and sauce with chopsticks, and called out without looking up, "Brother Bing, time to eat. I brought you some knife-cut noodles."

Not long after Liang Zaibing came out of the game, she was starving, so she moved a stool and sat down at Huang Fang's table to eat.

Without scallions, just a little chili and a lethal dose of vinegar, that's the taste.

Liang Zaibing slurped up a mouthful of noodles and patted Huang Fang's shoulder admiringly, "I didn't raise you for nothing, you're so filial."

"You're a rising star in the horror game world right now, I have to cling to you."

"Go away, I'm so unlucky, I've been targeted by a mad dog."

Huang Fang turned to look at him in confusion, "That's not right, even though you have a bit of a jerk personality, you shouldn't have offended people like this, right?"

Liang Zaibing glared at him, "Who are you calling a slut?"

Realizing he had let something slip, Huang Fang immediately pointed behind Liang Zaibing to change the subject, "Hey, Bing-ge, when did your little brother arrive? He's quite cute."

Liang Zaibing was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, she saw Shiyi's signature poker face.

Can a spirit freely appear in the real world?

That's not a good idea; don't scare the bystanders.

Sure enough, the next second Huang Fang let out a deafening scream, "Holy crap—how ​​come your brother is walking on air with his feet not touching the ground?"

Liang Zaibing hooked her arm around his shoulder with an air of importance, pointed at Eleven and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my younger brother, who died young."

Huang Fang's face turned deathly pale with fright. "Then why did he suddenly come looking for you?"

"It's been years since we last met. You missed me, so you came to visit."

"Oh, I see..." Huang Fang nodded absentmindedly, but then suddenly realized something was wrong, "Where did you, an orphan, get a younger brother?!"

Your reaction time has improved; you reacted so quickly.

Liang Zaibing stopped teasing him and gave him a simple explanation: "Zhang Shiyi, I picked up this poor kid from the dungeon. Although he turned into a vengeful ghost, he's a pretty well-behaved person. You don't need to be afraid of him."

Huang Fang glanced at Eleven with trembling eyes, gritted his teeth and promised, "Okay, Brother Liang's brother is my brother too. I will definitely take good care of him from now on."

Liang patted his head with satisfaction, "You're on the right track."

Just as Huang Fang was about to express his gratitude, he suddenly felt a gaze full of malice.

The "good kid" Liang Zaibing had mentioned was looking at him with a sinister gaze, as if he were looking at a dead man, his murderous intent palpable.

Huang Fang, being so timid, was almost scared to tears.

Where did the well-behaved child go? Isn't he clearly a menacing figure?

His stupid roommate must have been brainwashed by a ghost to say something like that.

"Is this rice noodle really that delicious? Why are you crying while eating it?" Liang Zaibing looked at Huang Fang, who was crying while eating the rice noodles, with some confusion.

Huang Fang wiped the cold sweat, snot, and tears from his face with his sleeve, choked back a sob, and continued eating, "It's okay, your noodle soup was too sour and it stung my eyes."

-----

Liang Zaibing deliberately led Eleven past the students in the next dormitory. They all greeted him very naturally, completely unaware of Eleven's presence.

No one noticed anything unusual as they walked from the dormitory all the way to Lover's Lake.

It seems the problem lies with Huang Fang.

He seems like an ordinary college student who just drifts through life, but he actually has the ability to see ghosts?

Moreover, his reaction just now was also very strange. He only added five or six spoonfuls of vinegar, and the people who ate it didn't feel anything, but he started crying.

"Has Huang Fang taken the wrong medicine?" Liang Zaibing leaned against the railing by the pond, gazing thoughtfully at the lotus flowers in full bloom, thinking that he could come back to steal lotus seeds in a month or two.

He had only been talking to himself when he suddenly replied, "He didn't take his medicine."

Liang Zaibing chuckled, surprised that this kid could even crack a cold laugh.

“He really needs to take his medication. I’ll go buy him some brain-damaging pills.”

Even in the sticky, sweltering heat, college couples still bask in the fervor of their romance, braving hundreds of hungry mosquitoes to whisper sweet nothings in the grove by the pond.

The girl wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and clung to him, saying, "Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary, don't you have any plans?"

Before the boy could answer, the girl tightened her grip on his arm, pouting and saying coquettishly, "If you say you forgot, you're dead meat!"

The boy hugged his girlfriend's waist affectionately. "How could that be? I've already made all the preparations. Tomorrow we'll go to the amusement park, and then to the Hilton. I've booked a candlelight dinner and a suite with a rose theme. Are you satisfied, darling?"

The girl drawled out her words in a coquettish tone, "Ugh~ You're talking about this now."

……

Liang Zaibing rubbed the goosebumps that had appeared on her arms and decided to bring the amusement park back to its original purpose.

Amusement parks are for kids to play in, right?

This child has had a miserable childhood and probably hasn't been to places like this much.

And two people only need to buy one ticket.

Liang Zaibing plucked a few foxtail grasses from the ground, casually tied them together to form a little rabbit with long ears, and handed it to Eleven. "Want to go to the amusement park?"

Eleven stared at the fluffy rabbit with one ear longer than the other for a long time, then nodded gently, "I want to go."