Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Chen An cleared the desktop in less than two minutes, making it even more of a trash can than a Labrador Retriever.

Liang Zaibing glanced at her thinning wallet and felt a deep sense of bleakness about her future.

The tuition fees for university are basically paid by the government, along with various subsidies, which basically cover living expenses, but it is still too much of a stretch to support the living expenses of three people.

The system page pops up in a timely manner.

Do I need to redeem points for cash?

The exchange rate is 1:100.

In other words, the 30,000 points he has can be exchanged for 3 million.

Liang Zaibing shamefully fell for him.

But to save his own life, he only exchanged a few thousand yuan to meet his basic living needs.

Horror games treat all players equally, murdering all players without discrimination.

Cash cannot be exchanged for points; whether you're incredibly wealthy or a beggar, there's no difference in the game.

He didn't have enough points at the end of the last dungeon and almost got killed, so he needs to save more points for emergencies.

You can't spend money if you're alive.

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The only person in the family who could earn money sat at the dinner table, scratching his head in frustration, while the other two had finished eating and cleared away the dishes.

Before leaving on the eleventh, I even scooped the last few pieces of braised pork into his bowl.

It was one of the leanest pieces; he didn't like eating fatty meat.

Liang Zaibing smiled, temporarily setting aside her livelihood concerns, and decided to take a couple of days to rest properly before making any further decisions.

There are only two bedrooms, so Liang Zaibing and Shiyi sleep in the same room at night.

The teenager was thin and didn't take up much space, so Liang Zaibing lay down comfortably to sleep.

The little, shabby bed in the dorm is so cramped that you can barely turn over and reach the top.

Liang Zaibing excitedly rolled around on the bed twice, buried her head in the pillow, mumbled a goodnight, and fell asleep before even receiving a reply.

"……Good night."

But not long after he fell asleep, there was a rustling sound in the room, as if someone was walking on the floor in slippers.

The vengeful spirit of the house returned to its territory at midnight.

The moment the sound was produced, Eleven opened his eyes and stared silently at the source of the sound, where there was nothing.

Liang Zaibing didn't move at all, sleeping soundly with her head buried in the pillow.

But the ghost showed no sign of giving up.

The ghost's footsteps stopped beside the dressing table.

The dressing table has a simple American style, made entirely of cherry wood, with a dark red sheen.

This dressing table was originally in the apartment; it was probably left behind by the previous owner.

After a moment of silence, a woman's mournful singing could be faintly heard. The plaintive melody was like a lament, both a longing for lost love and a tearful accusation against the unfaithful man who betrayed her.

Just as a song was about to end, suddenly there were the sharp, piercing cries and laughter of a baby.

Eleven listened with a frown, but didn't hear the ghost make any further moves.

Liang Zaibing simply rolled over the whole time, completely unaware of what was happening.

Having experienced the trials of the internet addiction treatment center's "jumping ghost" scenario, he has developed incredibly high-quality sleep.

As long as you don't kill him, just keep sleeping.

Of course, he would still remain vigilant in the dungeon, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

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"Huh? You mean there were ghostly noises last night?" Liang Zaibing swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth and looked up at Eleven in a daze.

Not only Shiyi, but Chen An also nodded.

So he was the only one who didn't hear it.

"So ghosts exist in the real world too." Liang Zaibing realized what a stupid thing she had said after she finished speaking.

The two ghosts were clearly standing in front of him. How could there be no ghosts in the real world?

Liang Zaibing stared intently at the sparrows on the branches outside the window, pretending that she hadn't said anything just now.

That sparrow is really a sparrow.

Eleven peeled two eggs for him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What should we do?" Liang Zaibing stroked his chin and pondered for a while. "I'll go check the forums for horror games to see if there are any similar cases."

The forum section had been open for a long time, but he hadn't studied it carefully, and he would log out after only two minutes each time he clicked in.

Because as soon as you enter, you can see all sorts of embarrassing moments of his in the dungeon, and what's even worse is that there are people selling his nude photos everywhere!

So many people have been stripped naked by research institutes, why not sell to others!

To be honest, Liang Zaibing did search for Louis Sheng, but that guy didn't even do a live stream, otherwise he would have posted his photos all over the world.

As expected, the forum homepage featured a tall thread boosted by those unfilial sons.

[Husband not home, feeling restless? 38.6C, watching her son's live stream alone]

The post from a couple of days ago has already reached thousands of replies; they must be really bored.

All he does is watch his livestreams and laugh like an idiot. Has his level increased over the years? Has he even bothered to clear dungeons properly?

Despite feeling disgusted, my body still clicked on it without hesitation.

Just a passerby: I'm just a passerby, can you give me your opinion on the streamer's skill level in the last dungeon run?

So they started slaughtering pigs like crazy: Garbage, unsubscribe.

Tender Butterfly: I ate three bowls of rice while watching the live stream. What level are you talking about?

Glacier Melting: Don't lie through your teeth. The streamer made every right move, getting clues, exploring the main storyline, and dodging the boss. Not only did he achieve the true ending, but he also obtained the cursed item. If it were you, you might have been eliminated right from the start.

Good food is not afraid of being soft: Dude, are you serious about abstract art or something?

Hand-pulled pancake without lettuce: You actually praised this? Are you a paid shill? You think I wouldn't recognize you just because you deleted the parentheses that say "5 cents a post"?

Despite saying that, Liang Zaibing was certain that this was not his alternate account, nor did he hire anyone to promote him; he was simply a righteous passerby speaking out for justice.

The building erupted in noise the moment the fire started.

Ice-cold cola, no Coke: Pshaw, only someone as ignorant as you would think he's a genius. My father figured out a way to survive ages ago.

Day 1 of my abstinence challenge: Exactly! If I hadn't gone to the toilet halfway through, he wouldn't have had a chance to guess the way out.

The most heartfelt comment about horror games: If you're bad at the game, just watch more S-level players' streams, okay? Don't treat a newbie like a pro.

Glacier Melting: Haha, you guys can only complain about it on the forums. If you see it in a dungeon, you might have to try to get on the streamer's good side.

The most touching moment in a horror game: Who do you think you are? How about a one-on-one duel in a dungeon?

Melting glaciers: I'm not going to stoop to the level of losers like you who only know how to type on a keyboard.

Young Butterfly: Who are you talking about? Hey, my little temper.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control, escalating into a chaotic shouting match.

The melting glacier single-handedly engaged in a verbal battle with a group of scholars, fiercely retorting with a barrage of insults over three hundred floors.

There are still normal people among the fans. Liang Zaibing was so moved that she almost cried, and wished she could grab her keyboard and go with him.

God knows what kind of life he usually leads. When a passerby enters his live stream, they might think it's a room full of haters.