I deliver food in a bizarre world

Chen Mo slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the terrified, pale faces of the remaining four people.

No one speaks.

Lily's short and tragic end was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing any remaining hope in everyone's hearts. As for whether they still had any ulterior motives, no one knows.

Zhang Hao swallowed hard, pulled his sister closer to Chen Mo, afraid that he would also be left out and dragged into this horror.

Chen Mo walked to the study door and picked up Lily's phone that had fallen to the ground.

The screen was cracked, but it was still playing.

He glanced at it, turned it off, and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"Keep searching, we don't have much time." His back was straight, exuding a chilling aura.

Chen Mo didn't glance at the storage room door again, and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

He is not a fool.

The four survivors followed silently, their steps heavier than before. They all knew she was dead…

Lily's fate remains a deep imprint etched in everyone's heart.

In this eerie mansion, the rules are ironclad; any provocation or manipulation will come at the cost of one's life!

In the corridor, only the suppressed breathing and footsteps of five people remained. Everyone moved even more quietly than before, as if afraid of disturbing what lurked in this deathly silence.

Chen Mo walked at the front, his face terribly gloomy.

The pain in his left shoulder came in waves, reminding him of the futility of his previous efforts and the woman's foolishness.

He moved Lily's cracked phone to his inventory and stopped thinking about those messy things.

When interacting with strangers, this situation will always occur, but right now, surviving and finding "it" is the only goal.

Zhang Hao held Li Meng tightly, their hands clasped together, slightly pale from the force.

Li Meng's eyes were red and swollen, but this time she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't cry out, although her body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Aunt Wang followed behind, her steps unsteady, her eyes vacant, as if her soul had been taken away, silently muttering something to herself.

Master Liu remained silent at the rear, but beneath his lowered eyelids, a certain resolve seemed to have hardened even more after Lily's death.

The corridor seemed endless, and Chen Mo continued to lead the way, trying to turn the doorknob every time they passed a room.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single door that could be opened.

As he walked, he stopped in front of what looked like a children's room.

The door was light blue, with stars and a moon painted on it. The paint had faded considerably, and the painting was crooked and uneven.

Unlike other doors that are tightly closed and cannot be opened, this door was slightly ajar.

In Chen Mo's field of vision, less than a fraction of the Yin energy was dissipating.

"Here," Chen Mo whispered, gently pushing open the door.

The room was small, with walls of a soft pale yellow, but it was also covered with mold and cracks, which were shocking to see when a flashlight shone through.

A small wooden bed leaned against the wall, its bedding long since rotted into tattered strips.

The rocking horse, its paint chipped off, lay in the corner, with several broken building blocks scattered around it.

Near the window, there was a small bookshelf with a few fairy tale books with tattered covers scattered on it.

The entire room was filled with an obsession, and the grayish-white yin energy here seemed particularly viscous, almost solidifying.

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the top shelf of the bookshelf, on a dusty music box.

It's like the heart of this obsessive belief, beating weakly yet tenaciously, but inconspicuous in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Is it that?" Zhang Hao noticed Chen Mo's gaze, saw the music box, and asked in a low voice.

Chen Mo nodded, not rushing to take it, but carefully examining the music box and its surroundings.

The bookshelf itself was quite ordinary, but the music box was placed on a piece of slightly darker velvet cloth underneath, with intricate patterns embroidered in silver thread that were barely visible.

"This thing..." Master Liu had also come over at some point. He looked at the music box with a mixture of longing and apprehension.

"It's part of it... or rather, one of its favorite containers. Inside... something very important is sealed."

"What's sealed away?" Chen Mo's eyes flashed, and he pressed for an answer.

Master Liu shook his head, speaking vaguely: "The ancestral notes are vague, only saying that they are related to the core secret of the mansion, perhaps... a memory, or... a promise."

"But be careful, this thing is fragile and dangerous. Forcibly opening it or moving it improperly might wake it up, or... release something bad."

He then changed the subject, sounding as if he were deliberately emphasizing its danger.

To Chen Mo, who already knew something was wrong with him, it seemed as if he was afraid of being taken away.

Chen Mo remained calm, pretending to be persuaded, and nodded: "Then let's leave it for now and see if there are any other clues."

He gestured for everyone to spread out and search the room, but not to leave each other's sight.

He walked to the window, pretending to examine the sealed window, but in reality... he didn't even look at Master Liu, because Xiao Jing was watching him...

Zhang Hao and Li Meng carefully searched through the building blocks and broken toys.

Aunt Wang leaned against the door, her hands moving unconsciously, but her eyes remained unfocused.

They didn't even know what they were looking for.

Master Liu's gaze, however, remained seemingly casually fixed on the music box.

Time passed second by second, and the sky outside was no longer pure black, but showed a hint of deep navy blue.

Chen Mo had been inside the mansion for several hours, and they had explored most of the area.

At this moment, sunrise is not far away!

Just as Chen Mo was about to suggest leaving to look for more clues elsewhere, Master Liu suddenly moved!

While Zhang Hao bent down to pick up a building block, Li Meng turned to look at Aunt Wang. The instant Chen Mo turned his back to the bookshelf, he leaped forward like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time and reached out to grab the music box!

His movements were incredibly fast, unlike those of a middle-aged or elderly repairman!

"What are you doing!" Aunt Wang was the first to notice, exclaiming in surprise.

Although surprised, she was very careful with the volume of her voice so as not to disturb the yin energy.

Almost at the same time that Master Liu made the move, Chen Mo heard Xiao Jing's prompt in his mind.

He turned around, but he was still quite a distance from the bookshelf, and it would be too late for him to pounce on it now.

Just as Master Liu's hand was about to touch the music box, at the critical moment, the shadow beneath Master Liu's feet suddenly came to life without warning!

The shadow, like a black swamp, instantly became viscous. Two hands made of pure shadow suddenly stretched out from the shadow and grabbed Master Liu's ankles tightly!

"What?!"

Mr. Liu was shocked. His forward momentum was abruptly stopped, and he fell forward due to inertia.

The remaining three were shocked by the strange occurrence and believed it was a ghost in the mansion. They were too terrified to speak.

Master Liu reacted extremely quickly, supporting himself with one hand while stubbornly reaching out with the other towards the music box that was within reach, determined to snatch it away!

But the power of that shadowy hand was beyond imagination; it not only grabbed him but also dragged him backward!