Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing slept soundly that night.

When I woke up, Ivan had already made the bed and washed up.

The teddy bear by his bedside sat there all night but didn't open his eyes, so there was no way to touch it.

"How did you sleep?"

Liang Zaibing smacked her lips and recalled for a while, "It was alright, but it felt like there were mosquitoes flying around."

"Ahhhh-"

The loud scream startled several crows outside the window.

Liang Zaibing raised an eyebrow, opened the door, and walked straight out.

Zhu Meng and the others, pale-faced, stood around the doorway of a room, staring in shock at the interior.

That was Zhang Yifan and Wu Qi's room.

Before Liang Zaibing could even squeeze in, Zhu Meng covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom to vomit, clearing a clear observation spot for him.

The pure white quilt was now completely stained red with a large amount of blood. After it dried, it resembled some kind of stiff, dark red gauze, on which lay a "person" with black, hollow eyes.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that what lies beneath the unusually loose skin is not original flesh, but rather feathers and cotton.

The skinned body lay next to Zhang Yifan, who was too terrified to move.

His completely exposed eyeballs stared unblinkingly at Zhang Yifan in death.

Liang Zaibing subconsciously pinched the overly long sleeves of her jacket, then strode inside and pulled the terrified Zhang Yifan off the bed.

"Ughhhhh! Let go, let me go!" Zhang Yifan's hands flailing wildly, trying to break free from his grasp.

Liang Zaibing simply slapped him across the face, finally waking him up.

Are you clear-headed?

Zhang Yifan nodded dazedly, "I'm awake, I'm awake."

What happened last night?

"I don't know... I fell asleep last night and didn't feel anything, but this is how I woke up the next day."

The deadline for this is not strictly defined; you can even get past it by pretending to be asleep, as long as you have a strong enough mentality. But Zhang Yifan is clearly not one of them.

This man was a fool with good fortune; if he had woken up in the middle of the night, there would have been more than one corpse lying there.

"Tsk." Not getting the information she wanted, Liang Zaibing simply threw him out of the room to avoid him vomiting all over the place and ruining the scene.

Mo Qiuping didn't come in; she stood at the door, coldly observing everyone.

Song Yinghao didn't appear at all from the beginning, probably because she was bored and too lazy to participate. After playing so many times, passing the level was still a piece of cake.

As for why you didn't ask her about the way out of the dungeon, do you think the Zhou Bapi system would allow that?

The moment Liang Zaibing learned of Song Yinghao's identity from the comments, he had this idea, but the system warned him before he could take action.

Players who have entered the same instance multiple times are not allowed to reveal the escape route to new players; violators will be eliminated.

[Spoiler Alert - Content cannot be displayed]

Therefore, Liang Zaibing had no choice but to give up on taking crooked paths and honestly solve the mystery.

Ivan unstitched the hastily sewn-up human skin from the back and shook out the down filling inside.

Soon, he spotted an unusual color in the pile of blood-stained feathers.

Ivan picked up the object and opened his palm to Liang Zaibing, "Look."

A purplish-red plastic bag, about two centimeters square.

It's been opened.

This thing is even more disgusting than a blood-soaked corpse.

Liang Zaibing took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to vomit.

"You can go out now, it's almost lunchtime."

Ivan did not leave. He picked up the bloody human skin and roughly covered it back over the exposed flesh of the corpse.

"Thanks."

Liang Zaibing remained silent for a moment, then took off her jacket and covered Wu Qi's face.

Breakfast consists of only one vegetable smoothie per person, the sugar-free kind.

If you feed a tiger like that for seven days, it would starve into a sheep's body, wouldn't it?

Liang Zaibing was too lazy to complain anymore. She finished her milkshake in one gulp and sat down to sort out the clues so far.

The company's atmosphere and the strange attitudes of the NPCs made him suspect that Xinghai Entertainment Company was not very legitimate, but Wu Qi's death completely confirmed his suspicions.

The fact that the used set appeared in Wu Qi's human skin speaks volumes.

Xinghai was a complete pimp from beginning to end.

Xinghai Company selects and trains underage boys and girls whose appearance and physique meet the preferences of its clients, and then sells them after training and development.

If I'm not mistaken, seven days from now is the day customers come to choose their goods, which is very likely the time when all restrictions on the ghosts will be lifted.

If the right path to survival isn't found before then, death is certain.

An unusually tall and thin woman with heavy makeup walked into the cafeteria in high heels, her waist twisting abnormally, almost dislocating her intervertebral disc.

"Kids, it's time for training."

The woman's smile was sweet and affected, like a brightly colored venomous snake.

"We have a performance for the investors in six days. If we don't train hard and make a mistake during the performance, we'll be punished!"

As expected, the last day was the day of his death.

Liang Zaibing put down her cup and, along with the others, followed the woman to the dance studio on the fifth floor.

Daily training included singing, dancing, musical instruments, and vocal theory lessons, which they put on quite a show.

Liang Zaibing thought they would simply open a class to teach them "Awei's Eighteen Styles," since they were all there to serve the big boss anyway.

The dance studio was covered with beige wooden floors, and the walls with windows were covered by thick purple curtains, casting an ambiguous purplish-red glow on the entire studio as the light refracted.

That's absolutely tacky.

It wouldn't be out of place to have a silver party right there.

Two mirrors were pasted on the east and west walls, facing each other. Standing in the middle, you could see your reflection appear in an infinite number of mirror images, which was bizarre and absurd.

Liang Zaibing reached out and touched the mirror; the reflection in the mirror was no distance from his hand.

There really is a ghost.

Standing behind Liang Zaibing, Ivan quietly pointed out the eyes peeping into the dance studio.

There are several bars under the barre for leg stretching. What are you trying to see from this angle?

The slender woman clapped her hands, interrupting their whispers. "We're having ballet practice today, go change into your training clothes, Sweety."

Just as Liang Zaibing was about to skip this damn dance class, the system forcibly issued a task.

[Task: Participate in and complete the dance class]

[Completion Reward: 50 points]

Liang Zaibing felt as frustrated as if she had just decided to skip her class, only to be told that the leaders were coming to inspect and that absence would result in expulsion.

A small changing room was partitioned off in the corner, with a dozen or so pink and white training clothes hanging on the racks, except for the crotch-tight bodysuits and puffy short skirts.

There's nothing wrong with ballet costumes, but under such malicious scrutiny, they become part of the evil.

Liang Zaibing, of course, had no intention of giving in to those perverts' wishes, and regardless of whether it was inappropriate or not, she simply put a pink tulle skirt over her blue and white striped trousers.

Zhang Yifan, who was still outside mentally preparing herself, immediately realized what was going on when she saw his outfit, and put on a skirt before coming out as well.

Song Yinghao's fans, who were lurking in Liang Zaibing's live stream, couldn't help but complain.

"Hahahaha, what kind of look is this, streamer?"

"What do you know? This is called dressing to protect against perverts."

"The dungeon is good, but the streamer is bad. I still want to see the girl dance."

Under Liang Zaibing's influence, everyone else followed his example and wore the same outfit, except for Zhu Meng, who was the first to go in and honestly wore a ballet costume.

She wanted to go back and change, but that damned woman kept staring at her with a sinister look!

"This younger sister is so generous, PR."

Liang Zaibing remained calm and simply tapped her finger to block and kick out the viewer who left the last comment.