Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The sound of exhaling air never stopped, but Liang Zaibing never heard anyone inhale.

Whoosh—whoosh—

A cold, stiff hand pressed against his right eye socket through the blindfold, slowly bending the knuckles, as if intending to gouge out that spiritual eyeball alive.

If yesterday's duel was to test their skills and courage, what is the reason for this one?

Liang Zaibing recalled that report.

The research institute wanted to investigate something related to the abnormality in his eyes; to survive the demons, he also needed to rely on his eyes.

Another cold hand covered his palm.

Smaller than his hand, her fingers lightly traced out a few blurry characters.

Liang Zaibing knew that it was the eleventh.

Liang Zaibing wrapped her fingers around his hand, indicating that she did not need to use the cursed item at the moment.

He had already figured out how to use this psychic eye.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the straps binding his hands, and just before his eyes were gouged out, he ripped off the blindfold.

A translucent, pale ghost mask was pressed against his ear, hissing and blowing air, its thin, withered claws almost touching his cornea.

Liang Zaibing quickly used 300 points to buy a Stasis Talisman and abruptly stuck it on the ghost's forehead.

The ghost immediately froze and remained motionless.

He used up almost all of the more than 10,000 points from the last dungeon while escaping last night. If he hadn't earned 1,800 points from the life-or-death duel mission, he wouldn't even have the money to buy a talisman.

Louis could be said to have died with some merit.

You get what you pay for. This talisman can only immobilize weaker ghosts, and only for 10 seconds.

Liang Zaibing held his breath and focused his mind, closing his left eye and observing the ghost with only his right eye.

Just as he predicted, what the psychic right eye saw was different from what the left eye saw.

The left eye still showed a human-like appearance, but the right eye revealed that the ghost's skull was missing, and the entire head looked like a hollow spherical wine vessel.

Looking at the bracelet again, Liang Zaibing instantly realized that it was a skull bracelet made from a human skull.

Kapala is made from the skull of a highly accomplished monk and is said to aid in spiritual practice and even transcend life and death.

But this one is obviously not authentic; it's highly likely that it was made by forcibly taking the skull of an innocent person, which is why the resentment lingers.

It's easy to solve.

Liang Zaibing used her last ten points to buy a lighter and set the bracelet on fire.

Flames rose up, black smoke billowed out, and the ghost screamed shrilly, twisting so distorted that it could no longer maintain its human form before finally dissipating completely.

Don't ask why bone fragments can be set on fire; this is a horror game.

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The researchers didn't come immediately, so Liang Zaibing could only lie on the bed as before, with a small clump of ashes from the burnt bracelet still emitting an unpleasant smell.

Eleven sat quietly at the foot of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth, lost in thought.

Liang Zaibing said helplessly, "Eleven, could you help me get rid of his ashes? The smell is too strong."

"it is good."

Eleven transferred the ashes into his palm, then stepped on the corner's non-recyclable waste bin and poured them in.

"No, you..."

Why did they just scatter the ashes?

Eleven turned to look at him, her eyes asking, "What's wrong?"

Liang Zaibing hesitated for a moment, but finally only said, "This should be thrown into the medical waste bin."

Eleven nodded slightly. "I'll remember next time."

When the researcher returned, he ignored the cut restraints and simply untied him.

"Today's experiment is complete. You can leave now."

Liang Zaibing, clinging to the doorframe, turned back and asked, "Could you tell me about tomorrow's experiment?"

"The experiment is confidential," the lab technician said curtly. "You'll find out the details tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." Liang Zaibing maintained a polite smile, but when she turned around, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

These deadbeats can't even rest in peace, giving them a clue won't kill them.

Liang Zaibing waited for a while before seeing Lin Yisen come out. He was unharmed, but his complexion was not good.

"You should have seen that file, right?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get out of this door."

"Which part of your character is mutated?"

After a long silence, Lin Yisen finally managed to utter a single word: "Stomach."

“Before I was arrested, I went to the hospital to see about pica. My parents found out that I was eating rotten flesh and eating raw rabbit.”

No wonder he drank the blood sample so boldly in front of the dungeon; he was having an addiction attack.

Liang Zaibing guessed almost instantly how he had escaped, and couldn't help but glance at his stomach with pity.

Even a mad scientist like Lin Yisen, who treats himself as a guinea pig, would find it hard to swallow; this supernatural object must have truly reached a new level of disgust.

Sun Shuo was carried away horizontally, while only Li Ziyang survived. He was trembling all over, tears streaming down his face, like a jasmine flower battered by a rainstorm.

The researchers sent them back to the SH lab.

At night, Liang Zaibing and Lin Yisen sneaked back to the room where the severed limb was located.

They learned from their previous experience, with one person planting the plastic bombs and the other acting as a lookout outside, and they managed to complete the task smoothly.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

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Liang Zaibing was having another dream.

He dreamed that a hand was stroking his right eye with unusual force, as if trying to rub the eye out.

He saw the boss in his dream again.

██'s eyes were a wild crimson, completely different from his sleeping demeanor; just standing there, he exuded a chilling killing intent.

Liang Zaibing tentatively asked, "You want my eyes?"

The boss shook his head, but didn't let go.

"You want to kill me?"

Shaking his head again.

Liang Zaibing was even more depressed.

The same thing happened in my dream last time; instead of killing him, I did some strange things.

Is this another notification?

"Someone wants my eyes?"

This time, the boss nodded.

It's not hard to guess that the research institute wants their own eyes; anything related to the paranormal is attractive to them.

But why would the boss come to his dream in the middle of the night to tell him this?

But when Liang Zaibing asked further, there was no answer.

The surrounding darkness was gradually dissipating, daylight was approaching, and the dream was about to end.

Liang Zaibing started chatting casually, "Since you don't like killing players either, can you tell me your name? Just so we can make friends."

"It's not good to keep calling you 'bound by rules,' don't you think?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, then uttered two words.

Liang Zaibing, of course, couldn't hear or see clearly, so she leaned closer and asked, "What did you say?"

The boss pulled his hand over and wrote words on his palm, stroke by stroke.

—Chen An.

"Okay, I got it." Liang Zaibing patted the boss on the shoulder with great audacity. "I'll help you raze this research institute to the ground, then you won't have to be locked up here anymore."

Chen An suddenly smiled.

The smile was so fleeting that it almost seemed like an illusion.

As the light grew brighter, Chen An's figure became blurry, and Liang Zaibing could only make out the last three words he uttered.

"I'm waiting for you."