Cognitive Distortion in Progress

"Yu Xing?"

In the bright hotel room, Zhao Yijiu propped up his upper body and sat up from the bed, calling out instinctively.

Yet he quickly realized that there was no one else here besides him.

His superior hearing allowed him to catch murmurs from the adjacent room just through the wall, sounds that were unfamiliar and carried a hint of the intimacy unique to the morning.

Ah, a couple was staying next door, or perhaps a married couple.

Controlling himself from eavesdropping on others' privacy, Zhao Yijiu rolled out of bed with a trace of confusion and first checked his own body.

He wore normal modern shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, the style so simple that he could not think of a reason why the seller would not go bankrupt, as if it had been manufactured casually just to fob him off. The only trace left on his entire body was the bandage around his neck, which still retained the lingering impression of the resentful spirit's embrace.

Tugging at his clothes, Zhao Yijiu could not find any fabric more ordinary than this. He thought about it... this really might have been clothing randomly generated by the system.

He had experienced a few such game instances before. The instances occupied real-world time, and the clothes he wore had a high probability of being damaged inside the instance, so upon returning to reality, the system would casually send the executors a set of clothes to cover themselves.

It seemed he was no longer in the Yin Yang Corridor.

At this thought, Zhao Yijiu's nerves suddenly tightened.

He had passed out at the very end; only unconsciousness could provide him with an environment to concentrate on fighting the vengeful spirit's consciousness. At that time, his emotions were unstable, and if he had