Someone had died again!
The once jubilant gaming atmosphere instantly turned cold and bleak.
Everyone else's Sanity Points began dropping as well.
"Old Zhou didn't die for nothing!"
Having learned from the pain, Zhong Yi pulled himself together and took the lead toward the basement.
The basement was the Ghost Room.
This was information Zhou Yue had traded his life for.
Before long, once they became familiar with the Illusion Realm's mechanics, they would realize just how cheap that information was.
The three of them picked up various Artifact tools that looked shabby at a glance and began testing every corner of the basement.
"The Cold-Pointing Needle moved... Whoa!! It dropped so much here!!!"
Watching the Cold-Pointing Needle spin wildly in her hand, Zhou Qiaoling's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Besides its densely packed markings, the Cold-Pointing Needle bore several conspicuous words.
To the left was "Hot," below was "Cold," and to the right was "Bone-Chilling."
Between Hot and Cold lay the normal temperature range.
Further right from Cold was an abnormally low-temperature zone.
Any place within that range had a high probability of being the Ghost Room.
Above Bone-Chilling...
Was a striking black word: "Death."
At that moment, the Cold-Pointing Needle was trembling frantically, nearly overlapping with the word "Death"!
In other words, not only was the temperature here extremely low, the deathly aura was exceptionally dense as well!
Clearly, this was a formidable great demon and a real thorn in their side!
"Stay calm, stay calm!"
Zhong Yi clapped his hands, shattering the strange atmosphere.
"Bone-chilling cold is a ghostly trait... We're still missing two. Keep it up. As long as we find the traits, Old Zhou won't have died in vain!"
Mu Yawen and Zhou Qiaoling nodded, picked up their tools, and continued taking measurements.