Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"I went and saw the live landmine man."

Why are the scripts my son always gets so abstract?

"Can anyone tell me what kind of medicine this is?"

"Just ignore it and don't touch it. If you're tired of living in horror games, then never mind what I said."

"The medicine is here. It's a cough medicine, but it's been abused and turned into a prescription drug."

"Knowledge entered my brain in a vicious way."

"Another question to learn. I always said you can learn things online."

Liang Zaibing was a bit of a headache holding this pile of messy things. If she didn't deal with it properly, Ye Shu would catch her and the world would fall apart.

I took all the pills out and flushed them down the drain, disassembled the lighter and threw it into the bathroom trash can along with the cigarettes, then covered it with half a pack of tissues.

Let it be, whatever happens.

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Although the gathering was at 10 o'clock, Ye Shu started getting busy before 8 o'clock, picking out a suit for him and styling his hair, transforming him from a nervous mental patient into a presentable rich young master.

Liang Zaibing looked at herself in the mirror from left to right and almost didn't recognize herself.

Ye Shu took even longer to get ready, and only then did she stroll over with her bag slung over her shoulder. "It's time to go, baby."

Liang Zaibing was almost immune to this mushy nickname, and stiffly followed her into the car.

They arrived near the Rameau Mansion at 9:10.

The Lamour Mansion was built in the less developed western part of the city. The streetlights were turned off early, the shops were closed, and there were no pedestrians on the street, only swaying tree shadows and endless desolation.

The closer they got to the Ramu Mansion, the less light they received. The tall trees cast shadows that almost blocked out the sun, as if they were stepping into the darkest abyss.

The chill seeped uncontrollably into my bones, making me feel cold inside.

Liang Zaibing opened her mouth and tugged at the corner of Ye Shu's shawl.

Ye Shu seemed completely oblivious to the strange change in the atmosphere, her face still bearing an excited and expectant smile. Only when she felt her son's movement did she turn her head to look at him, "What's wrong, baby?"

Realizing that she couldn't communicate with her normally, Liang Zaibing could only point to the front of the car.

Through the windshield, they could already vaguely see the building hidden in the shade of the trees.

With its black walls and pointed roof, it resembles a miniature, simplified castle, and is right next to a large expanse of mountains and forests.

The driver parked the car in front of the Rameau Mansion and left after they got out.

Due to confidentiality requirements, people who are not members of the Moyogga are not allowed to stay here, and the driver can only pick them up when they leave.

Standing in front of this dark building, everyone's eyes will instinctively fall on the pure white marble statue.

The naked deity lay half-reclined in a huge circular stone slab in a powerless posture, his expression weak and compassionate, a stone tear frozen at the corner of his eye, about to fall.

Liang Zaibing rested her chin on her hand and stared at the statue for a long time.

Where did this statue come from? It even has the feel of Jesus' Passion.

The believer in charge of guarding the mansion was unaware of the disrespectful thoughts in his mind and was still marveling at how the child was so destined to be with the god Talero, able to enter such a state of enlightenment just by seeing the statue.

The creaking sound of tires crunching over fallen leaves snapped Liang Zaibing out of her reverie and alertly turned to look behind her.

A strangely thin young man sat in a lightweight, sturdy black wheelchair. His skin was pale from years of not seeing the sun. A soft blanket covered his knees, concealing his thin, atrophied calves.

This strikingly different demeanor almost made Liang Zaibing think she had mistaken someone else for someone else. Was this still the seemingly respectable but actually wicked Jiang Jianren?

Jiang Qingjian met his eyes and revealed that sly, malicious smile again, but it was fleeting, and he quickly returned to his numb and indifferent expression.

Liang Zaibing instinctively wanted to mock him, but forgot that she couldn't speak. Her muffled "ooh" sounds only drew everyone's attention to him.

Fortunately, those present were either disabled or their family members, so no one mocked the disabled person; they simply smiled and expressed their understanding.

After all, not everyone is as immoral as him.

The middle-aged man pushing Jiang Qingjian's wheelchair appeared to be his father. The man greeted Ye Shu familiarly, "Mrs. Liang, you've brought your child to join the church too?"

Ye Shu quickly entered a believer's state, gazing melancholically at the statue of the god Talero, "I hope the merciful god can save our children."

The man's expression was complex, a mixture of anticipation and unease. In the end, he simply sighed softly, "May God bless us."

Except for Liang Zaibing, who was unable to speak, everyone else prayed in unison, "May God bless us."

The low chanting was carried away by the evening breeze and disappeared into the dark, sunless forest.

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The woods rustled again, and the young man carefully parted the branches to clear a path for the person behind him.

Everyone who saw the person behind him gasped for breath.

She appeared to be a young and tall woman, but under her long white silk dress, every inch of her skin was wrapped in bandages, and the small patches of skin that occasionally peeked out were completely covered with brown, raised scars.

Severe burns.

No matter who it happens to, it is an extremely painful nightmare that will last a lifetime.

Before they could exchange a few pleasantries, the guards approached them and bowed slightly. “Honorable guests, everyone has arrived. I will now lead you into the mansion to meet Priest Chen.”

There were only three players present, so why did he say that everyone was there?

Now that we've reached the A-level dungeon, Liang Zaibing doesn't think there will be any players making basic mistakes at the start.

So where are the other three players?

The possibility of being taken in beforehand is very low, and the balanced division of 3 into 3 made Liang Zaibing have some unpleasant thoughts.

Is the main storyline of this dungeon going to be about opposing factions?

In the dungeons he had experienced before, there was always a safe path to escape. No matter how many players there were, as long as they reached the path to escape, they could complete the dungeon.

In horror games, there is a rare type of instance that divides players into different opposing factions whose main quests are completely contradictory. Players need to fight against each other and even kill each other to complete the quests.

The progressively increasing difficulty of dungeons is enough to threaten the lives of many players, and if they encounter a powerful opposing player, their chances of survival are even slimmer.

He still has too few clues to conclude that this instance is a combat-based game.

But Liang Zaibing had to admit that, given his luck, it was highly likely that he was right.