Thoughts raced through my mind, my mental deductions about the previous events abruptly interrupted by the pain.
The head shattered and fell to the ground, and a mixture of red and white matter landed on the bed.
The moment Jin Zhiguang's consciousness collapsed, all four of his limbs were severed, and blood splattered onto the bed. He was just the first target to be torn apart; the other four women also died tragically in their agonizing struggles.
Blood splattered in the darkness, staining the white sheets red. The entire room was smeared with broken bones and flesh, creating a chilling atmosphere. Female ghosts floated in the air, their bodies slightly bent, their pale faces stained with crimson, making them look bewitching and sinister.
As one of the women lay dying, she was still frantically muttering about the "bonus," but unfortunately, it was too late; her body had already become food for the female ghost.
Inside Chen Zhongshou's cabin, a ghostly figure crawled out from the shadows of the room. The flush on his face from drinking had now faded.
He lay quietly on the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were having a wonderful dream, muttering intermittently in his sleep, "Good university... holding... grand... wife..."
A series of footsteps sounded, rapid and jarring, as female ghosts drifted into the room.
There were even more ghosts today than yesterday; the room was filled with countless female ghosts.
Chen Zhongshou was jolted awake from his dream. He instinctively reached for his pillow, but found nothing there.
He looked up and saw five black heads hanging down, their faces smeared with blood, looking particularly horrifying. A split tongue protruded from one of them! On the split tongue's wound were imprinted human faces, each with a different appearance, some weathered and worn, some ferocious and terrifying, and some handsome and refined.
The scene before him was too horrifying. Chen Zhongshou instinctively let out a roar. The many female ghosts in front of him just looked down at him and did not make a move. Their deathly pale faces still had some bloodstains that had not yet dried.
Looking at this scene, Chen Zhongshou felt despair. He immediately realized that these female ghosts had just eaten people and were now targeting him.
Suddenly, the eight rules of murder that Si Yehan had mentioned not long ago came to mind, and Chen Zhongshou began to recite them frantically. He was searching for a way to break the deadlock, but at this moment, so many jarring voices were ringing in his ears.
He couldn't fall asleep at all, so he could only turn his head to look at the sea outside the window. If he fell asleep halfway through, that would be ideal. If he couldn't sleep, he could still survive using this method.
Chen Zhongshou turned his head and stared intently at the deep, beautiful sea outside the window. Many wonderful memories flooded his mind, but the Ghost Slave kept making a continuous noise.
He turned to the side, staring intently at the sea. Facing the ghostly figure staring at him, he involuntarily swallowed, trying to appear calm while concealing his intense panic.
At this moment, Chen Zhongshou's heart was filled with nothing but the sea; the past events in his mind seemed to have been swallowed up by the water and could not resurface at all.
Time seems to be passing faster.
The sea was reflected in Chen Zhongshou's eyes, and he was so absorbed in it that he couldn't help but look away.
In Wang Yuxiu's room, she hadn't fallen asleep yet. She had taken off her round-framed glasses, revealing long eyebrows and phoenix eyes that made her face appear cold and aloof as she gazed at the malevolent female ghosts and ghostly figures around her.
She unconsciously clenched the blanket around her, the veins on her skin clearly visible. Was she falling asleep while recalling happy memories? But she didn't have many happy moments in her life.
Wang Yuxiu lay on the bed. She began to speak, starting to hypnotize herself, beautifying all her past experiences and implanting them into her mind, forcing herself to believe them temporarily.
The coldness on his face gradually faded, turning into joyful happiness. His entire demeanor changed abruptly, as if he had become a different person.
"My parents' marriage was always happy and fulfilling. They never missed a parent-teacher conference from elementary school to high school. My grandparents were also in good health and passed away peacefully in their old age. My first love was truly devoted to me, and none of my friends were jealous of me; they were all happy to be good friends with me..."
What Wang Yuxiu said was, of course, the opposite. Her face was more serene, and she seemed to be in a state of bewilderment. A gentle smile, which she had never shown before, appeared on her lips.
She had no doubt about this pattern of murders, because she couldn't find any signs of lying, and it matched the contents of the envelope. The four powerful figures who knew the biggest clues were also involved.
Since she couldn't find him, she naturally had no reason to suspect anything and could only comply.
Wang Yuxiu's consciousness gradually faded, completely unaware that the aura of the evil spirits around her was beginning to change, and a chilling killing intent was bursting forth from the ghostly figures.
A drowsy feeling washed over her, and Wang Yuxiu stopped talking to herself, her eyelids involuntarily closing. She had fallen into a deep sleep, a radiant smile on her face, without uttering a single word in her sleep.
Female ghosts floated and flew above Wang Yuxiu's body.
The ghostly figures around her began to writhe, slowly enveloping Wang Yuxiu. She was already immersed in the script she had directed and acted in, deeply enjoying herself and somewhat lost in the moment.
Her smile was radiant, but suddenly tears streamed down her face. She seemed to be weeping in a dream, her body weeping along with her. The female ghosts and shadowy figures that were moving around her suddenly froze; they could only look at the food before them, unable to eat it.
Suddenly, Wang Yuxiu burst into laughter through her tears, completely lost in the moment. A person filled with immense emptiness was lost in the self-directed and self-acted joy.
The female ghost and her shadow moved with lightning speed, pressing down on Wang Yuxiu's body. Her claws, shaped like sharp blades, pierced through the blankets and penetrated her flesh and torso.
Wang Yuxiu was jolted awake by the excruciating pain. Her eyes widened in shock, and she didn't even have time to wipe the bright smile from her face, "This murder rule is a lie. Falling into extreme pleasure is the real murder rule... Si Yehan!"
The moment she opened her mouth to speak, the ghostly figure devoured her face, and her tears didn't even have time to fall.
Even after experiencing so many tragic events, and using a cold exterior to protect herself, she still had a kind heart. Choosing to trust her fellow participants in the dungeon made her death all the more deserved.
The night passed swiftly, like sand slipping through our fingers, and dawn gradually broke.
With dark circles under his eyes, Chen Zhongshou looked at the ghosts that had vanished from his surroundings and smiled with relief, "I survived! See, the sea really is..."
Before he could finish speaking, a large amount of water gushed out from the bed beneath Chen Zhongshou, making it incredibly soft. He immediately sank into the water, his hands flailing wildly on the surface.
He drowned on the bed, and a fleeting image of a face covered in water flashed behind him.
The bed was immediately restored to its original condition.
Chen Zhongshou lay on the bed, his face frozen with the relief of surviving a disaster, looking like a drowned man. He was soaking wet, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of despair and hopelessness.
On the other side.
Si Yehan didn't dream last night; all he could find was boundless darkness and crimson blood.
He slept soundly, glanced around at himself, and said calmly, "It's time to check the results today."