Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"I need your help..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Jingyu was the first to jump up, "Are you dreaming in broad daylight? You want me to help you?"

Liang Zaibing rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache. "Don't you hate me? Digging a hole and burying me is exactly what you wanted."

"Besides, I was talking to someone surnamed Jiang. Who asked you?"

After Jiang Qingjian pressed his shoulder, Sheng Jingyu sat back down without saying a word.

Jiang Qingjian readily agreed, "Okay."

After all, it was just a casual favor. No veteran player of horror games would feel guilty about killing.

As Liang Zaibing walked out of the villa, he caught a glimpse of Song Yinghao, who was leaning over a candlestick.

Her rosy lips had lost their luster, but she was still stunningly beautiful.

Mo Qiuping disappeared at some point; she's probably already finished the game.

Liang Zaibing withdrew her gaze. "What was the manner of your death?"

"Snake venom."

"You guessed right after all," Liang Zaibing chuckled.

“That saves a lot of effort.” Jiang Qingjian glanced at Sheng Jingyu, who had followed him. “I’ll send him away before clearing the level. His way of dying is a bit troublesome.”

"Tell me so I can be happy."

"Hey!" Sheng Jingyu called out irritably.

But the two completely ignored his protests.

"It's probably like being tied up like a crab and then hanging from a tree to die."

Liang Zaibing exclaimed with feigned seriousness, "As expected of the young master, even his way of dying is so unconventional."

I'll kill you right now!

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With the help of props and a tall panel, they quickly dug a deep pit that could accommodate one person.

Sheng Jingyu pointed a shovel at Liang Zaibing, his face showing a look of triumphant revenge. "Hurry up and lie down in there, or I'll bury you right away."

Liang Zaibing readily lay down in the pit, her hands peacefully clasped in front of her chest.

Shovelfuls of soil were piled on him, gradually covering his entire body, heavy and with a disgusting dampness.

Just as she was about to cover her face, Liang Zaibing raised her head and said her last words, "Remember to take a picture of Sheng Jingyu for me, so I can display it in the living room."

He's serious about holding grudges.

Jiang Qingjian suppressed a laugh and replied with an "okay".

Sheng Jingyu really wanted to smash his head with a shovel at that moment. All he did was provoke him day after day. He couldn't even rest easy when he was about to die!

In a fit of anger, Sheng Jingyu doubled the speed at which he covered the soil, finishing in less than a minute.

Liang Zaibing somewhat regretted letting him fill the soil. The last thing he saw before he died was his enemy who wanted to devour him. He did not pass away peacefully.

"That's enough," Jiang Qingjian said, pulling Sheng Jingyu back from stomping on the pit. "It's your turn."

Sheng Jingyu reluctantly stopped.

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Buried under the damp black soil, in darkness and heaviness, with the air so thin it was almost nonexistent, he would probably die soon and then complete the game, a rare final experience indeed.

But a lingering unease always remained in his heart.

Is this a normal psychological state before death?

Liang Zaibing began to let his mind wander aimlessly, but the image of the wax figure kept appearing before his eyes.

Something's not right.

Why is there no livor mortis?

Based on his limited knowledge of autopsies, he knew that bodies buried alive would generally have livor mortis, and might even have severe bruising due to the compression of blood vessels.

The more he recalled, the more he realized that something was wrong.

For example, the weight was lighter compared to other wax figures, and the mud and sand only settled on the mouth and nose. At the time, he thought it was because the wax figure did not have a nasal cavity carved, so he did not pay attention to it.

Damn it, he was too careless.

More accurately, it was his unfortunate identity that made him stand out.

No other player concealed their cause of death; only he did, because he was the one who caused Yu Nian's death.

Driven by intense hatred, Yu Nian tampered with his wax figure, moving it from another location to the basement of a flower bed, misleading him into stepping into a dead end.

It only took Liang Zaibing a moment to understand all the key points, and she immediately took advantage of the remaining energy to exchange for a portable oxygen mask from the mall.

Because he was completely buried in the soil, it took him quite a bit of effort to put on the mask.

He also immediately activated his talent skill, Butterfly Hurricane, hoping the ground would split open and blast him away.

But before he could figure out how to get out of the mud, two cold, stiff hands gripped his neck.

His smooth breathing was interrupted once again.

The wax figure's face looked eerie and stiff, and it just appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

"You must die."

The voice sounded muffled underground, carrying a sticky resentment from hell.

That manipulative liar did owe Yu Nian a life, but it wasn't him.

"Sorry." Liang Zaibing quickly clutched the family photo in her pocket.

As for why he didn't use the more convenient Blazing Eyes, he didn't want to be the first person to burn to death underground.

The already frigid atmosphere was nearing freezing point when another evil spirit squeezed into the narrow crevice.

Eleven grabbed Yu Nian's hand that was choking her neck and snapped it off.

His wax eyes were filled with crimson, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The boss in this dungeon mainly relies on mechanics and tricks to kill, and its own strength is not enough, otherwise it wouldn't be a B-rank dungeon.

After a standoff lasting several tens of seconds, Yu Nian disappeared on her own.

Liang Zaibing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to use a tool to dig away the soil when he suddenly felt the soil above his head loosen, and soon only a thin layer remained.

The soil was brushed away by hand, revealing Liang Zaibing's face, which was covered in dirt.

"Why are you here?" Liang Zaibing was a little confused, looking at Jiang Qingjian's equally disheveled face.

Her hair was messy, and her face and clothes had been scratched.

Jiang Qingjian dug out the location of his hands and feet, and said helplessly, "I had just hung Sheng Jingyu up when that old tree suddenly collapsed and almost crushed us to death."

"I felt something was wrong, so I came back to find you."

Could this be the effect of some kind of butterfly hurricane?

After thinking about it, Liang Zaibing decided that it was better not to say anything for the sake of his life.

Jiang Qingjian reached out and pulled him out of the pit.

Liang Zaibing hadn't taken more than a few steps when he scattered a pile of dirt on the ground, spitting out the sand from his mouth several times.

Jiang Qingjian crossed his arms and looked at him, "Tell me, what happened?"

Liang Zaibing's expression was also not good. "You'd better check the cause of death of the wax figure since you were tricked by the boss."

Jiang Qingjian didn't say anything, but raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said, "Are you serious?"

I almost forgot he was a professional cop.

"If you're so skilled, could you please also help me determine the cause of death?"

Before the cursed object wore off, Liang Zaibing retrieved his wax figure from the faceless wax figure in the basement.

He immediately noticed something was wrong when he touched it; the skin of the wax figure was slightly shriveled, like a peach that had been sun-dried for half a day.

After examining the patient for a while, Jiang Qingjian quickly concluded, "The nasopharynx is free of dirt, the skin is pale, and there are no signs of lividity, which are signs of death due to excessive blood loss."

“As for the fatal wound…” Jiang Qingjian raised the wax figure’s left hand and pointed to its wrist.

Liang Zaibing looked at it twice before she could see that there was a very thin wound there.