Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"You don't exercise regularly?"

Liang Zaibing really wanted to ask her if exercising in the instance counted, but she nodded in agreement.

After Mo Qiuping finished her consultation, she began administering the prescription. Liang Zaibing watched as she poured the medicine into her infuse, when her cell phone suddenly rang in her coat pocket.

Liang Zaibing picked up her phone, stepped back a little, and answered the call.

Huang Fang made a panicked sound, like a thief caught in the act, "Damn it, Bing-ge, I'm so nervous! Finals are the day after tomorrow, have you studied?"

"..."

I've been either playing dungeons or sleeping in class these past few days, and I completely forgot about it.

Now look what's happened; I'm not going to die in the dungeon, but I'm going to die during finals week.

"What do you think?"

Huang Fang was silent for a moment, then said, "I asked the class monitor for the exam scope and key points, and I'll send them to you later."

Liang Zaibing was almost moved to tears. "I'll treat you to dinner after I survive finals week."

"Forget it, we're brothers, and you don't have much money anyway."

Is it necessary to deliver a second blow to me?

Liang Zaibing hung up the phone, sat back down, wiped her face, and said to Mo Qiuping, "Add some medicine to clear my mind and refresh my spirit."

He didn't have time to wait for the medicine to be decocted, so he packed up the herbs and took them home to boil in a clay pot.

Then I would sit at my desk from morning till night, turning a brand-new book into something that was only about 60% new.

Even his meals and medicine were brought to him by Shiyi.

You know what, the nauseatingly sour and bitter taste of this Chinese medicine is actually quite refreshing.

After taking the medicine, Liang Zaibing slumped onto the table like an invertebrate, utterly devoid of any fighting spirit, lost in deep self-doubt. "Do you really think I absolutely have to read this book?"

"If you're going to play horror games, you should at least be financially independent in real life, right? It's just too inhumane to drag office workers who work overtime every day and students who are studying until they go bald into horror games!"

The interval between these horror games has been increased to 15 days, just enough time for him to finish his exams.

If it were still 7 days, he would spend one night previewing and reviewing a book, then get up early the next morning to take the exam, and halfway through the exam, he would have to go through a dungeon and come back to continue studying.

...I might as well jump; life is meaningless.

On November 11th, they took away the soup bowl, saying, "I can get the exam paper."

Chen An, who was curled up on the sofa watching TV, added, "I can give you the answers during the exam."

Liang Zaibing's eyes lit up for a moment, and she sat up straight, but quickly slumped back down.

He doesn't have particularly high moral standards, but cheating on the exam is still going too far.

Moreover, he always thinks about what happened in the last instance, so he might as well just be a good, obedient student who is at the bottom of his class.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

-----

During the final week of the semester, Liang Zaibing was completely overwhelmed by the textbooks, to the point that she couldn't even cram any knowledge into her brain.

After finishing the last exam, Liang Zaibing walked out of the examination room looking dejected.

Huang Fang was in high spirits and shook his shoulder, asking him if he wanted to go out and play in the afternoon.

Liang Zaibing was about to refuse, but then she thought about it and agreed, "Okay, but I'll decide on the location."

Huang Fang stretched and said, "Anywhere is fine. I'm going to get moldy if I don't go out and have some fun soon."

-----

The ancient building with yellow walls and brown eaves is located on the shore of Yongqing Lake. The plaque above the mountain gate has four large characters written in gold on a black background: Nanzhuye Temple.

Nanzhuye Temple is the most famous temple in Yongqing City. It is said to be very efficacious, and every year, pilgrims seeking career advancement, academic success, and marriage will flock to its doorstep.

Two male college students, around twenty years old, carrying bags, followed the flow of people through the mountain gate into the temple.

One of them was wearing sunglasses, with brown lenses covering half of his face, revealing only his upturned nose and smooth jawline. His long black hair was loosely tied in a bun at the back of his head.

If there were a bodyguard or agent with him, people might mistake him for a celebrity.

His companion was equally striking in appearance, standing at 1.8 meters tall with a puppy-dog face that his older sister adored; he was clearly a naive and foolish college student.

Along the way, many people secretly stared at them, and some even took out their phones to secretly take pictures, thinking they were being discreet.

Liang Zaibing ignored the stares and headed straight for the main hall.

Since acquiring the Ghost Eye, he has been using colored contact lenses to cover his blood-red right eye.

But it takes me ages to put on colored contact lenses before going out, so I usually just wear sunglasses.

His light-colored pupils make him sensitive to light, so wearing sunglasses is perfect for him in bright sunlight.

Huang Fang was somewhat bewildered as he was pulled along. "What are we doing here?"

"Of course, we pray to Buddha to bless us so we don't fail our final exams."

Although Huang Fang has the ability to see ghosts, he still adheres to materialism. "Brother, the answers to the exam have already been written on. Burning eighty sticks of incense won't change the objective facts, will it?"

"I'm just asking you if you're confident you'll pass everything."

"……No."

Liang Zaibing rolled her eyes. "Then what are you talking about? Hurry up and kneel down to kowtow to the Buddha."

"Oh, oh." Huang Fang listened to the advice and immediately knelt down on the prayer mat in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"You've prayed to the wrong person!" Liang Zaibing grabbed him by the collar and turned him around. "To pray for academic success, you should pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva."

He seriously doubted whether the Bodhisattva in Nanzhuye Temple could protect Huang Fang; his intelligence was truly worrying.

The monk Shanming happened to be in the main hall and saw this scene. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Good fortune favors the benefactor. He will surely turn misfortune into good fortune."

Huang Fang excitedly put his arm around Liang Zaibing's shoulder, grinning like a fool, "The master said we'll definitely pass."

The monk Shanming slowly shook his head. "No, benefactor, your fortune is good, but your friends are not so good."

"The journey is blocked, and my life is in danger."

Huang Fang's smile froze instantly, and he looked at Liang Zaibing with great unease.

Liang Zaibing remained calm. This monk, whether by chance or not, guessed quite accurately. Being dragged into a horror game, wasn't he hanging by a thread?

He asked, just to try his luck, "Is there any way to resolve this?"

The monk Shanming chanted Amitabha Buddha's name, "If you wish for good fortune, pray to the gods."

Does it mean we should visit the temple more often and donate more money for incense?

Liang Zaibing almost burst out laughing.

This monk, who looked like a highly enlightened monk, immediately asked for money; he was anything but detached from worldly desires.

Liang Zaibing stopped praying to the Buddha and turned to leave with Huang Fang.

The monk Shanming sighed and hurried after the two.

"Shanming has one more thing to remind you, benefactor."

Liang Zaibing stopped in her tracks, intending to listen to what he had to say.

"One cannot stay with evil spirits for long."

Liang Zaibing left without looking back.

Because they were going to the temple, Eleven and Chen An stayed inside the cursed object. It was quite a feat of the monk to see that he was connected to the evil spirit.

But so what?

If he leaves them, he might die a violent death in the dungeon next time.

Can praying to gods and Buddhas save him?

Obviously not.