After ending the call with Gu Qingqiu, Lin Baici took his hand ax and headed upstairs.
The theme of this round's game was probably horror movies: killing people through "Weird Events," where you couldn't see the real culprit.
Forget ordinary people—even God Hunters could easily be killed if they were attacked without the right "items."
Of course, for an old hand like Hoffman, this was probably nothing. Unfortunately, everyone had been separated, so they couldn't benefit from having him around.
Lin Baici went upstairs, smashed a lock with his hand ax, and pushed open the door.
It was a very ordinary bedroom with European-style decor.
Lin Baici went inside and looked around. When he came back out, he seemed nonchalant, but his attention was fully focused.
Still, he wasn't attacked by anything strange before he left and smashed the lock on the door next to it.
"Why did things suddenly quiet down?"
Lin Baici was puzzled. He'd thought the attacks would come one after another until they wore him down or he purified all those "things."
Apparently, the attacks didn't happen constantly.
That was a problem.
He might have to stay in this Forest Cabin for seven whole days.
Half an hour later, Lin Baici had smashed every lock upstairs and searched all the rooms, but found nothing.
He shook his head in disappointment and prepared to go to the basement.
But as soon as he started down the stairs, he suddenly felt as if something were watching him from the shadows.
A prickling sensation spread across his back.
Lin Baici whipped around.
He saw nothing, so he took two steps forward, then abruptly turned around again.
Still nothing.
Lin Baici reached behind himself and scratched his undershirt.
It felt as if a few horseflies were crawling over his back.