The Spirit World?

The nearest alarm button was on the outer wall of the archives room. Qu Xuanqing didn't linger on the image of Yu Xing falling down. With a cold face, she decisively went outside to press the button, then walked back and stopped in front of Yu Xing.

The alarm, its sound increasingly off-key, blared throughout the hospital.

The red light briefly illuminated the dark corridors where no one ever passed by; the red and black areas looked like patches of blood, already turned into particles, seeping from a black hole.

Yu Xing's body fell silently to the floor, his throat ruptured, blood gushing out, his eyes half-closed. This was the first time he had appeared before so many people in such a fragile and vulnerable state, like a work of art that had been accidentally sculpted and ruined.

Zhao Yijiu had only ever seen Yu Xing's skull opened by a ghost. Even then, Yu Xing was like a perfectly functioning precision machine, only the outer shell was damaged, and she was still moving happily. Unlike now, she was lying quietly on the ground, truly unable to move.

His usually gloomy face was inevitably shrouded in an even deeper layer of coldness, his temples throbbed, and a terrible headache came over him.

It was fake, but he really didn't like seeing it.

Death is an ominous sign. People who are used to seeing corpses will eventually become as emotionless as corpses themselves. People who are accustomed to death will no longer fear it. They will easily, without any warning, jump into the graves that others have carefully dug for them.

Even if it was just Fear Hospital's rules, Zhao Yijiu still didn't want to see someone she knew die in front of her.

This is the Fear Hospital. Every time you die, your Personality Assimilation Degree will inevitably increase. The more you die, the more immersed you become, and the more irreversible it becomes.

Zhao Yijiu is still young, while Zhao Mou is much more readily accepted in comparison.

Qu Xuanqing also subtly blocked Zhao Yijiu's view of Yu Xing's "corpse" in the next moment. Her slender and tall figure was reflected in the center of Zhao Yijiu's line of sight. Although she did not speak, Zhao Mou could easily grasp her intention.

Zhao Mou thought that Qu Xuanqing was not only different from the rumors, but he also underestimated the beautiful side of Qu Xuanqing's soul. At least she would act like a qualified senior and block things that juniors could not accept for the time being.

With teammates like that, Zhao Yijiu won't need to worry about him for at least a short period of time.

"He really is... unexpected." Ren Yi said softly, his refined face seeming to relax for a moment. The red light and shadow, along with the alarm, kept circling and reflected on Ren Yi's face through the door again and again.

At that moment, no one noticed the slight oddness in Ren Yi's tone.

"He really surprised me. I didn't know it could be like this. But... he's really decisive." Shafuri looked at Yu Xing. From this angle, Yu Xing looked just like the men he had played with and then cruelly murdered, lying flat and lifeless.

But she knew she couldn't equate Yu Xing with those good-for-nothings. Even if Yu Xing lay there motionless, she couldn't bring herself to look down on or mock Yu Xing.

The beautiful silver-haired woman sighed, "Even having personally carried out cruel punishments, I still wouldn't want to inflict any harm on myself. There are so many people who understand murder and are willing to kill, but very few dare to commit suicide."

I wonder who she was saying this to; maybe it was for the audience?

After saying that, she urged again, "Alright, things have come to this point, let's go downstairs and throw Han Yan out of the hall to vent our anger~ Hey, what are you all worried about~ You're a bunch of people who've never died before. Yu Xing's consciousness was pulled out just before he died, he's perfectly fine."

He was perfectly fine and in no pain, a fact known to both Qu Xuanqing and Zhao Yijiu. However, their dissatisfaction stemmed not from Yu Xing fact that Yu Xinghui was in pain, but from the very act of dying.

The more Yu Xing's attitude was toward death, the more worried they became. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." If they lost their fear of death, what if one day they really died without warning?

Therefore, Qu Xuanqing was not very happy after learning about Yu Xing's new plan.

In her view, it was nothing short of a miracle that this reckless guy could survive from such a distant era in her life without having his life force completely depleted.

But since things have come to this point, this is indeed the best solution. Qu Xuanqing would not question Yu Xing for her own selfish reasons.

Her gaze was cold and indifferent as she was the first to walk outside.

Then came the others.

As if by instinct, Yu Xing's little finger twitched slightly, unnoticed by anyone, as they left his body behind.

This time, Yu Xing wasn't trying to be resurrected; it was just that the life force of her body, which had been reshaped in every corner by the power of the curse, was overflowing.

It's like the control system has left, leaving only a tiny fragment of instinct.

This time, the wound did not heal; the powerful body's "switch" was shut off, and it fell into a temporary silence.

He had indeed been stripped of his consciousness and was now enveloped in boundless darkness, rising and falling with some unknown substance.

He had cut off all contact with the outside world, and could only faintly hear the sounds around the corpse. He could tell that Zhao Mou had expected it, that it belonged to Shafuri, that Ren Yi's tone was slightly strange, and that Qu Xuanqing and Zhao Yijiu were silent.

Besides that, there was only endless nothingness. After the group of people surrounding his body left, even the alarm sounded further and further away until it could not be heard at all.

Time seemed to stand still here.

Experiencing death without pain for the first time, Yu Xing found it somewhat boring. He tried to "swim" around, but everywhere he went was the same darkness, making him wonder if he hadn't moved at all.

"Thank goodness," he told himself, "There are still some good things worth paying attention to in this darkness."

For example, the suffocating malice that permeates this place like maggots clinging to bones.

This malice was clearly something without independent consciousness over a very large area. Yu Xing continued to wander aimlessly while feeling the relentless malice from all directions.

He has to wait until the identification phase of the Yugi ends and the next round begins before he can receive his new identity and leave this darkness.

Oh, right.

What about the people who died before?

For example, there's the Pearl Seller he betrayed, the indecisive Yu Jing, and also the siren, the Dark Thief, the Rubik's Cube...

Are these people also in this space?

Yu Xing wanted to find them again, to see what they looked like from the outside as they drifted here.

Death is not without punishment; at the very least, the faster one dies, the longer one has to stay in this oppressive space that is enough to increase one's alienation level. Apart from someone like him with a high level of alienation of fifty-seven and such high immunity, others would definitely not be able to stand it.

This kind of torment, to some extent, conforms to the formulaic justice of an Absurdity System.

Yu Xing didn't know if he had moved or how long he had been wandering until he saw a ball of fluffy white light in the distance, at which point he had a sense of distance and time.

There was someone else after all!

He happily floated toward the faint light, already sensing the human emotions of anxiety, fear, resentment, and chaos emanating from it.

Upon noticing his approach, the other party was visibly taken aback, and the light from the orb brightened, revealing an almost invisible blue hue within the white light.

For some reason, Yu Xing directly obtained a lot of information from the ball of light that would normally require the five senses to collect in reality. For example, the ball of light exuded a gentle, feminine power, and its scent was vast, deep, and ethereal.

This is the purest power, unbound and unencumbered by any material reality. It bypasses the transmission pathways of the retina and neurons, directly feeding back into Yu Xing's soul.

Without any basis, Yu Xing mentioned that this was a new ability she had recently acquired.

Could this be... the world seen by the psychic?

He had never systematically encountered this before, only having some knowledge as a layman. For example, some psychics can use their senses to reconstruct the lives and accidents that have occurred on a certain medium from a first-person perspective. They can depict what the deceased looked like in life through a relic, or reconstruct a murder case that happened in a house through a house.

There are also some people who can uncover all the hidden secrets of a person just by looking into their eyes.

Sometimes physical contact is required, and sometimes only meditation and perception are needed. Regarding psychic communication, the reason why most "psychics" are considered fraudulent is because others cannot sense that world and cannot verify what they hear from the psychic.

After all, even psychics themselves sometimes doubt each other, wondering if the other person truly has the skills and is worthy of being compared to them.

The methods they used were not entirely the same, but when Yu Xing sensed the information in the ball of light in front of him, he immediately thought of the word "spiritual communication".

He had already recognized who the light belonged to.

That was the scent of the sea, like a tiny particle drifting in the vast, endless blue and black.

That was the siren who was voted out in the first round of voting, Shafuri's apprentice.

Yu Xing greeted her warmly in his own way. Even without a physical form or shape, he had learned how to convey and express himself without being taught.

The siren's ball of light remained dormant for a long time before it finally managed to convey a trace of consciousness, just like him.

Why can you move?

This question surprised Yu Xing, and he countered with:

"You can't move?"

"Cannot."

"I feel like I've been here for a long time. It's happened twice already; I can't move."

The siren's answer gradually became clearer. Here, her emotions were largely stripped away, and the whole ball became softer and purer. Yu Xing roughly understood why Shafuri was so angry when the morning mode ended, but calmed down after being thrown out and returning to the night mode.

They probably calmed down here.

It seems like only you are special.

The Sirens spoke these words intuitively, then exclaimed:

"Your colors are so vibrant!"

It was clear that the immobile siren ball of light was bored out of its mind in its timeless confinement. Not only did it take the initiative to strike up a conversation with an unfamiliar ball of light, but it also praised the newcomer in a good mood, as if it wasn't the one who threatened others before being thrown out, "You'd better not encounter her in the sea simulation."

What color am I?

Yu Xing was more interested in this question.

"Black... white... and a layer of gold." The orb of light's senses were sharper than when it had a physical body, and it conveyed a sense of surprise.

"Could it be death, life, and time? Who are you? I sense you're male, but Ren Yi, Zhao Mou, Yu Jing, and Han Zichuan shouldn't be this element. Are you Xing or Cold Wine?"

Yu Xing's wandering consciousness paused, surprised by the siren's guess. To arrive at such a precise answer, the siren herself must have experienced something extraordinary.

Is the Light Group really that strong?

He carefully sensed the sensations emanating from the siren's light, and without revealing his identity to the siren, he responded:

"So, is your blue color synonymous with forgiveness and seduction?"

In nature, the ocean contains perhaps the most extreme and complex emotions. Its vastness can make people feel comfortable, yet also fearful and oppressive. It is both peaceful and ferocious. The surface of the sea is as clear as a sapphire, while the seabed is as gloomy as an impenetrable hell.

When it is docile, it can carry human dreams and create history with the word "great pioneering".

When it is ferocious, it is bizarre, violent, and its undercurrents can effortlessly tear apart humanity's most prized ships and submarines. It can also carry humanity's vast imagination, encompassing all the strange legends that they believe the land cannot bear.

Ghost ships, Dead Spirit Island, death routes, Bermuda, giant creatures, mermaids with fickle personalities, and siren that corrupt people, as well as the Cthulhu Mythos, which has a shorter history but a more aggressive momentum.

The siren possesses the aura of the ocean, which is itself proof of her boundless potential.

Unfortunately, she's currently just a weakling who hasn't grown up yet.

Yu Xing continued:

"I also saw a sapphire necklace, hmm, placed on... your body? No, not you, but your twin sister, hmm... well, they're quite well-off, living in a three-story house, and your room was decorated in blue..."

"Wait a minute." The siren's ball of light sensed something was wrong.

"A pair of scissors... who cut off your... fishtail? But you were supposed to be a human."

The scene before him was bizarre and surreal. Yu Xing observed and recreated everything he saw.

And then they finally discovered that the ball of light in front of them could not only move, but also see everything she was hiding.

The siren's light suddenly dimmed, as if it no longer wanted to communicate with Yu Xing. It shut down its own senses, and sure enough, Yu Xing could no longer get a single bit of information from it.

However, Yu Xing has learned a lot from this phenomenon that he never knew before. The Fear Hospital has brought him unexpected benefits.

That's great, he should die a few more times.