Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

After the final exams, summer vacation officially began, and Liang Zaibing enjoyed two leisurely days.

He should have been busy looking for summer jobs, either tutoring to sell his soul or working at a male escort café, but now he doesn't have to.

Playing a few dungeons in a horror game is more lucrative than any job, since you're earning money to save your life.

The countdown has ended, and the horror game begins again.

Welcome back to horror games!

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Welcome to the game instance: Burial Grounds

[Difficulty: A]

[Friendly Reminder: This is an advancement dungeon. Upon entering, a special mechanism will be activated to seal memories, immersing players in the role.]

Finding the anchor point will restore memories. The panel cannot be accessed and all items are disabled until the memories are awakened.

[Mission: Restore memories and end the curse. No time limit; game ends when health/sanity reaches 0.]

You are a freshman majoring in management at Y City University. You get along well with your new roommates, but soon after you move into the dormitory, strange and bizarre things begin to happen frequently.

Thick, red liquid flows from the showerhead in the bathroom; there are always women crying in the dorm next door; there are urgent knocks on the door in the middle of the night... Even more terrifying, your roommates also begin to die tragically one by one.

You decide to stop waiting to die and find a way to escape this terrible curse.

After reading the dungeon description, Liang Zaibing's expression turned extremely ugly.

Lock out items and cursed objects at the start. If he doesn't remember them by the end, he can only fight the curse with his own body.

What's the difference between this and delivering vegetables?

What terrified him even more was that he happened to be a management student at Yongqing University, and had just finished his first year of university.

Is this instance based on reality? If supernatural events occur in the instance, what would happen in reality?

But now there is no time left for him to think.

Liang Zaibing only had time to tell Eleven and Chen An to remind her before she was teleported into the instance.

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Outside the window, there was the sound of pattering rain and wind. The downpour had reduced the heat of late summer, and the cool weather made it especially easy to sleep.

Liang Zaibing opened her eyes somewhat dazedly.

He vaguely heard someone knocking on the door, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

He regained some of his senses and sat up, looking towards the door.

It's already 1 a.m., who could it be?

He just moved into the dormitory this morning, and his two other roommates have also arrived. Only the person in bed number 3 is still nowhere to be seen. Has he arrived?

The door was carefully pushed open, and a young man carrying a suitcase cautiously entered, seemingly not wanting to disturb them.

Liang Zaibing saw Lu Hao, who was in bed number 1 opposite her, turn over in a bit of annoyance, then suddenly sit up and shout, "What are you doing, rustling around like a thief in the middle of the night?"

The boy apologized repeatedly, "Something came up and I'm late, I'm so sorry."

Lin Yucheng, who was in bed number 2, also woke up. He simply got out of bed and turned on the main light. "It's okay, we're awake anyway. You should pack your things first, otherwise you won't have a bed to sleep in later."

"Okay, thank you." After thanking them, the boy briefly introduced himself, "My name is Huang Fang, I'm a local from Yongqing, but I live in a rather remote area. Today, due to the heavy rain, the buses stopped running, and I waited for a long time before I could flag down a passing taxi, which is why I'm so late."

Huang Fang's hair was completely soaked, and his oversized T-shirt was drenched by the rain, clinging wetly to his body. The hem of his shirt and the legs of his pants were also covered with mud and grass clippings, indicating that he had indeed encountered a lot of trouble along the way.

Lu Hao's morning grumpiness had mostly dissipated, and he rubbed his eyes as he got up to play on his phone.

"It's okay. Everyone has their bad luck sometimes. I even lost my ID card at the high-speed rail station, but luckily I found it back."

Huang Fang chuckled upon hearing this, "Looks like you're quite lucky too."

"Good my ass, I just bought a big guarantee and it still went wrong."

Lin Yucheng joked, "You'll only have good luck after you've used up all your bad luck."

Lu Hao muttered under his breath, "I wish that were the case."

After chatting for a while about all sorts of things, Huang Fang quickly washed up, made his bed, and turned off the lights to rest so as not to disturb their sleep.

We can pack the rest of the stuff tomorrow.

Listening to the pattering of rain against the windowpane, Liang Zaibing felt sleepy within five minutes.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he suddenly felt something cool and refreshing drip onto his eyelids.

Is the roof leaking?

Half-asleep, he wiped away the water droplets, turned around, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep facing the wall.

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The rousing alarm clock rang out like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in everyone's ears.

Lu Hao sat up abruptly as if he had been kicked, and when he looked at the time, it was only six o'clock.

"Is this school crazy? Aren't they afraid of scaring the students into having heart attacks?"

Lin Yucheng had already gotten up and was leaning against the table with a toothbrush in his mouth. His voice, which was a little muffled with toothpaste foam in his mouth, said, "It must have been the military training instructors who asked us to change it, in case we overslept."

"That noise would scare the dead to death." Huang Fang was so sleepy that he was still yawning when he got out of bed.

When he glanced casually at the bed next to him, he found Liang Zaibing still lying there. "Hey, there really is someone who can sleep like that."

The next second, the person who was lying quietly twitched their fingers and suddenly opened their eyes.

"Damn, I'm experiencing sleep paralysis."

Liang Zaibing could clearly hear every word they were saying, but no matter what she did, she couldn't open her eyes.

He tried to control his fingers, just like in those supernatural novels, and that's how he regained control of his body.

Lu Hao was stunned for a moment, "No way, is it because I'm not used to sleeping in the same bed? Is this happening on my first day at school?"

Huang Fang winked and teased him about ghosts, "Yesterday was the Ghost Festival, could you have been haunted by a passing wandering ghost?"

After washing up, Lin Yucheng came out of the bathroom and, hearing their discussion, earnestly explained, "There's no such thing as sleep paralysis. It's just temporary sleep paralysis. To put it simply, your mind is awake, but your body isn't, which is why you can't move."

Huang Fang, whether he understood or not, bowed to him in a very childish manner and said, "Your Excellency, the top student, bows to me."

Lin Yucheng smiled but didn't reply, only reminding them, "If you don't hurry up and wash up, you might be late."

Lu Hao yelled "Damn!" and was the first to rush into the bathroom.

Huang Fang was a step too late and was locked out. He angrily pounded on the door, shouting, "Hey, you have no sportsmanship!"

Everything was normal, except Liang Zaibing, who was still sitting on the bed, clearly shaken.

Only he knew that what he had just experienced was definitely not the "sleep paralysis" that Lin Yucheng had mentioned, because he clearly felt something soft and heavy pressing down on him, cold and icy, like a lump of rotten, dead flesh.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, a feeling of having forgotten something terrifying.

The last time he had this feeling was when he secretly bought a cheap phone and played with it too late one night, so he groggily got up to go to class in the morning.

He was filled with anxiety all day. When he returned to the welfare home and saw Old Man Liang standing at the door, holding a rolling pin in one hand and the cell phone in the other, he realized what he had forgotten.