When he heard the room door creak open, Yu Xing clearly sensed Ren Yi's suspicion of the rules through this memory.
But when he thought about it further, there didn't seem to be a problem. Whether he pretended to be asleep in bed or not, there was no way to change the fact that the ghost would push the door open. Perhaps the reason they had to lie in bed as soon as they heard footsteps was so that, after the ghost came in, it wouldn't find a target who was "still awake."
This reminded Yu Xing of the water corpse. Could the thing wandering freely around the inn be a water corpse?
He wasn't in a hurry. He'd be able to see what kind of ghost it was through Ren Yi's eyes soon enough.
Just as he thought this, a wave of intense drowsiness suddenly swept over him.
It wasn't that he was sleepy in the real world. Ren Yi, in the inn, had suddenly grown drowsy. The feeling came on far too fiercely, and since he was lying in bed, he was about to be dragged into sleep in an instant.
Ren Yi struggled, intending to use his ability to fight off this obviously unnatural drowsiness. But the ghost in the room was approaching his bed one step at a time, its footsteps thudding.
...Had it noticed him?
Too drowsy to open his eyes, Ren Yi reasoned through it, forcing himself to stay alert and prepare to fight back.
A strange hand reached through his bed curtain.
It was impossible to tell what age the person who owned the hand might have been. It had the stiffness of a long-dead corpse, its skin densely covered in livor mortis, with traces of dried blood still clinging to it.
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