Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The panel flashed for two seconds before finally freezing.

[Talent Skill: Butterfly Wings]

[Skill Description: A butterfly flapping its wings in a tropical rainforest might stir up a storm on the other side of the world. But your butterfly flapping its wings can only make someone sneeze, because it is still too weak.]

[Influence others through language and other means to alter the choices of the supernatural, the player, and the NPC to varying degrees]

……

...............

Liang Zaibing's silence was deafening. What kind of garbage skill is this? Can I get a refund?

This talent skill can evolve; explore the specific methods yourself.

I wasn't comforted, thank you.

With this piece of crap, I don't even know if I'll survive long enough to cause a hurricane.

Liang Zaibing looked at the other values ​​on the panel with a pained expression.

Even if your skills aren't great, you can still get by by accumulating points.

【Points: 0】

Wow, it's actually 0.

The 50 points for the reward can only be earned by completing a dungeon. I'm so broke, I can't even open the shop.

Backpack: 0/16

【Cursed Items: None (Maximum 3 items)】

Liang Zaibing's gaze lingered on the "Cursed Items" section for a long time.

If I'm not mistaken, cursed items are items that possess the power of ghosts and have a high probability of being able to resist attacks from ghosts in dungeons.

Since skills are unreliable for the time being, we still need to get the cursed item for self-defense as soon as possible.

Ivan had finished washing up and was lying down on the bed to go to sleep.

A thought struck Liang Zaibing, and she suddenly called out to him, "Ivan."

Ivan lifted his eyelids to look at him, and asked in a nasal tone, "Hmm?"

Liang Zaibing silently activated the skill in her mind, then looked him in the eye and said, "Praise me for being handsome."

Most people would just laugh it off if they heard such a crazy request.

This kind of harmless joke is perfect for testing purposes.

If his skills aren't even enough to earn a single compliment from someone, he shouldn't expect to be spared by anything supernatural.

Ivan, however, showed no intention of laughing. He carefully examined Liang Zaibing's features until Liang felt uncomfortable before commenting, "An oriental beauty."

Liang Zaibing gave him a thumbs up in her heart, "You have good taste."

Then, satisfied, I took off my clothes and prepared to go to sleep.

After taking off his coat, Liang Zaibing belatedly realized that he was wearing a hospital gown underneath, and stiffly turned around to look at his roommate.

There was no surprise or rejection in Ivan's grey-blue eyes; he simply smiled at him and said, "Cool."

You're quite a nice person.

If Liang Zaibing knew that the person in front of her had been torn apart four times before officially entering the instance in order to test the power of the system, and then entered the game without any negative emotions, she probably wouldn't think that way.

In the next room, Zhu Meng picked out a silk French-style nightgown from the wardrobe, and with her change of clothes, she was about to take a shower.

Mo Qiuping suddenly rushed into the bathroom ahead of her.

Without offering any explanation, he gave her a cold glance and closed the frosted glass door.

Zhu Meng stomped her feet in frustration, but there was nothing she could do. She could only sit on the bed with her pajamas and wait.

But after waiting for several minutes, she didn't hear the sound of water. Instead, she heard several piercing screams.

Zhu Meng was terrified and pounded on the door several times, shouting, "Are you alright? Say something!"

But there was still no response from inside.

Zhu Meng trembled all over as she groped her way to the dormitory door. Just as she was about to push the door open and go out, she suddenly remembered her boss's warning.

Ten o'clock... You can't go out after ten o'clock. What time is it now?

Zhu Meng looked at the clock hanging on the wall, which clearly showed "10:12".

Thank goodness, if she had opened the door and gone out just now, she might have died outside.

But it's not safe in the dormitory now.

Zhu Meng's eyes darted back and forth between the two doors in fear, but she couldn't decide on a safer path.

The screams from the bathroom grew fainter and fainter, eventually fading into an even more unsettling silence.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Mo Qiuping calmly walked out, meeting Zhu Meng's horrified gaze.

"Why are you okay?"

Mo Qiuping ignored her, rolled up the coarse cloth acupuncture kit and stuffed it back into her pocket.

Zhu Meng was filled with anxiety for a long time before she finally mustered the courage to enter the bathroom.

Blood, disgusting pus and blood everywhere.

Zhu Meng wanted to scream, but a hand quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't cause me any trouble, or I won't hesitate to throw you out." Mo Qiuping's voice was cold.

Zhu Meng nodded with tears in her eyes, and was then released.

Mo Qiuping walked back to the bedside in a few steps, but only leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes halfway, not fully asleep.

Tonight will not be Christmas Eve.

Song Yinghao, with a face mask on, sat in front of her vanity filing her nails. Her leisurely demeanor made her look like she was on vacation in a horror movie.

Wu Qi and Zhang Yifan, who lived next door, were terrified by the strange screams coming from somewhere. The two boys wanted to hug each other and stay together for 24 hours straight.

But soon they were overcome by sleepiness and their eyelids closed heavily.

Liang Zaibing lay on the bed, her eyes wide like an owl's, staring unblinkingly at the light pink ceiling.

College students have no other strengths, but they're not afraid to stay up all night.

Afraid of getting too bored and falling asleep, Liang Zaibing even made up stories in her mind, thoroughly enjoying the little drama in her head.

An irresistible drowsiness suddenly overwhelmed me, and my eyelids closed uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes for less than a minute before suddenly opening them.

Liang Zaibing used her muscle reflexes to pinch her thigh hard, and immediately woke up in pain.

He immediately noticed the cold, menacing gaze fixed on him.

The plush rabbit sat stiffly against the bedside table, staring at him.

Liang Zaibing felt a chill run down his spine.

It was clearly stuffed into a drawer, so why is it here?

The doll's three-lobed mouth, stitched shut, suddenly curved, and its glass eyes flashed with an eerie red light. "Aren't you asleep? You naughty child."

If this were a horror game, the sound effects of the underworld would already be playing.

Liang Zaibing showed no panic at all at being overwhelmed by the high energy. With her eyes wide open, she flipped over, swung her arm horizontally, and swept the rabbit to the ground. Then, she naturally started snoring softly.

doll:……

When the doll climbed onto the bedside table again, Liang Zaibing was seen contorting into a difficult yoga pose, snoring with her eyes open.

But no matter how it chuckled or moved around beside her, Liang Zaibing didn't react at all.

After all, no one can wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.

In the end, the toy rabbit could only resentfully turn itself back into the drawer.

The drawer slammed shut.

Liang Zaibing's breathing rate did not change at all.

The next second, a scarlet rabbit eye was pressed against his face.

"Stop pretending, I know you're awake."

"Whirring whirring……"

I don't remember if the rabbit played the "return attack" game with Liang Zaibing again after that, because he really fell asleep.

Since the dead end on the first night was being discovered by the doll that I wasn't asleep, why not just cover my head and go to sleep?

You might ask how to fall asleep in such a tense atmosphere?

It's simple: just silently repeat "abandon" ten times and you'll automatically fall asleep.

If you still can't fall asleep, try watching a recording of your calculus professor's lecture; it's guaranteed to put you to sleep.

At this age, you should sleep as much as you want.