Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing watched helplessly as Ivan pried the wax figure's hand off and then casually climbed up the lake shore to leave the water.

Noticing Liang Zaibing's petrified, shocked expression, Ivan casually held up the wax figure for him to see, "Isn't everything alright?"

You call it nothing that your right forearm was completely dislocated? Don't you even care about your own body?

Liang Zaibing glared at him with exasperation, "Next time you can use a safer method."

Although it has been verified that the wax figure's death was determined based on fatal injuries, we must still be extremely cautious while things remain uncertain.

But Ivan seemed completely oblivious, giving a lukewarm reply while still holding the wax figure's arm in his hand.

"Actually, that's not why I asked you to come here."

Ivan suddenly leaned closer to him, deliberately lowering his voice, "You guessed it, didn't you?"

"A body with residual vitality and a conscious soul, when combined, can bring the dead back to life."

Liang Zaibing did not answer.

Of course he could guess that.

But how can the soul be freed from the container?

Suicide?

Others probably thought of this too, but who dared to take the gamble? A bunch of old foxes were waiting for someone else to step on the landmine first.

If the soul cannot return to the body, it is truly dead, even if it is suicide, not death by ghosts. Even in death, people will laugh at it for half a year.

Furthermore, there are still some uncertainties, such as why the bodies disguised as wax figures have different ways of dying, whether the bodies were actually injured, or it was just another hallucination.

Is it implying something?

“Since Yu Nian wants us to die, I’d like to try dying the same way as the wax figure. Maybe it will work.”

When Ivan said this, he showed no emotional fluctuations and spoke in a very calm tone, saying something that was comparable to "I'm going to Lake Baikal to fight polar bears with my bare hands."

What else could Liang Zaibing say but remain silent?

“But I might not be able to control my body’s natural instincts to save myself, and I need your help.” Ivan lowered his eyes, his washed-out grey-blue eyes gazing at him, guiding his hand to rest on the side of his neck. “Is that alright?”

Liang Zaibing felt her heart skip a beat; this request was simply too much...

What's the difference between that and letting him kill Ivan with his own hands?

But in the end, Liang Zaibing agreed because he knew that no one could change Ivan's decision.

Since we're going to try it anyway, why don't he do it?

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While we were having a serious discussion, the comments section completely veered off to another level.

"Wow, the wet and sexy look is just too much!"

"What a perfect body, I want to molest you forever...!"

"Oh no, I mean stalking...no, I mean following!"

"The person upstairs has spoken their mind, but I feel the same way, hehe."

"Did I enter the wrong live stream? Isn't this our son's live stream?"

"Tch, what's so great about his knife-cut noodle physique? Watching other handsome guys in Zhubo's live stream is the real deal, the third-person perspective is so close and clear~"

"People who love Lanzhou ramen strongly condemn this, saying it's the body shape of a poached chicken!"

"What's going on with them? Why are they suddenly all over 18???"

"Wow, bondage, control, suffocation, how ingenious!"

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Ivan put all the cursed items into the warehouse, and allowed Liang Zaibing to tie his hands and feet with specially made ropes, imitating the traces of the wax figure.

Ivan was submerged in the clear lake water. The aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake smelled the scent of their prey and stretched upwards impatiently, trying to drag him to the cold lake bottom to bury him.

Ivan looked up at Liang Zaibing, who was squatting on the shore, his eyes filled with comfort and a smile, encouraging him.

"Come."

Liang Zaibing mentally told herself several times, "I am a ruthless killer," before finally reaching out to grab Ivan by the neck and shoving him completely into the water.

When it came to actually doing it, he found that his hand was surprisingly steady, gripping his neck mercilessly like a cold machine.

He could feel Ivan's taut muscles and the rush of blood beneath his skin.

Time seemed to freeze yet flow by rapidly. Liang Zaibing felt Ivan begin to cough violently and choke on water, his body instinctively struggling to escape death with astonishing strength, which Liang could barely hold down.

Liang Zaibing hesitated for a second, then pressed him down even harder, frequently glancing at the wax figure beside him.

The wax figure with the severed arm still lies lifelessly on the shore of Qingcao Lake, showing no sign of coming back to life.

As the struggles of his men weakened, Liang Zaibing wavered, unsure whether to give up on this attempt.

Just as he was about to let go and save Ivan, the wax figure suddenly changed.

The wax figure was gradually stretched out, the swollen skin returned to its flat state, and the wax's luster dimmed, making it more like real human skin.

Liang Zaibing opened her eyes wide to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Moreover, the wax figure's facial features are also changing; Yu Nian's face has become more prominent and deep-set.

The person in his arms was completely lifeless, floating silently in the lake, being pulled by the water plants and sinking deeper.

At that moment, the wax figure completely transformed into Ivan's likeness.

"It really wasn't a very comfortable experience."

His gleaming grey-blue eyes curved at him, and in the next instant, he vanished from the instance.

This is the real way to survive.

The dungeon's design is simply insidious, perfectly exploiting uncertainty and people's instinct for survival. How many people would risk their lives for an uncertain path to survival?

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Liang Zaibing didn't delay any longer and quickly returned to the villa.

When he entered the villa's hall, he saw Song Yinghao holding a fruit knife to Li Xian's chest, gently coaxing him, "Don't be afraid, everything will be alright."

Li Xuan was trembling uncontrollably, looking like she was about to cry. "Yinghao, there must be other ways to survive. We don't need to take this risk."

Upon hearing the noise, both of them turned their gazes to Liang Zaibing.

Song Yinghao gestured with her chin at him, "If you're not sure, you can ask this kid; he just did the experiment."

Liang Zaibing was too lazy to argue about her spying on him, and simply nodded, "She's right."

Li Xian froze for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, the sharp blade pierced his heart.

He slowly raised his head in disbelief to look at the man holding the knife.

Song Yinghao still smiled sweetly and gently kissed Li Xian's lips, "You'll feel better after a while."

Song Yinghao pressed on his shoulder, the blade detached from his body, and drops of blood soaked the brown carpet.

Li Xuan, having lost his support, lay helplessly on the ground, his pupils reflecting Song Yinghao's beautiful face.

Song Yinghao glanced at Liang Zaibing, who was watching the scene unfold, and asked, "What?"

“It’s nothing,” Liang Zaibing shrugged. “I just didn’t expect you to kill your lover so readily.”

"The path to survival has been decided, what's there to hesitate about?" Song Yinghao slowly placed the bloodstained dagger on the dining table, leaning lazily against the back of her chair. "And who did you use for your experiments?"