The Bed Collapsed

The room was too cramped, preventing both of them from unleashing their full strength, and in the end, they were pinned against the bedside together.

Xi Guici blinked, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead from his brow. His gold-rimmed glasses had already been knocked to the side, one lens shattered.

The young man in black hair and red robes forcefully pinned him to the bed. A strand of black hair fell onto his neck, causing a faint tickle. An icy, intensely aggressive pine snow scent enveloped his every breath.

Especially the condescending gaze from above, like he was looking at a dog, made Xi Guici's breathing quicken.

Having lived for so many years, Xi Guici felt a surge of excitement for the first time in the presence of another person.

That intense, soul-etched itch was constantly stirring, urging him to completely take the young man before him into his embrace.

"Mr. Bo, you're hurting me."

Xi Guici appropriately concealed the covetousness in his eyes. His languid peach blossom eyes curved slightly, exuding a gentle, harmless vulnerability, as if he didn't mind Bo Shuo's unfriendly aggression at all.

However, Bo Shuo wasn't buying it. Seeing Xi Guici clearly feigning weakness, he pressed the scalpel against his abdomen a few inches closer.

Bo Shuo's brows were etched with coldness. "Get off."

There was only one bed here.

Bo Shuo didn't want to squeeze in with Xi Guici, so he had to strike first and drive him to sleep on the floor.

But before Xi Guici could move, a creaking sound echoed in the air, and then the entire body sank downwards.

Dust swirled around them, followed by a snap.

The bed collapsed.

Bo Shuo: "..."

The two maintained their positions, looking at each other in silence.

Finally, Bo Shuo retracted the scalpel and stood up, leaning against the wall. He looked at the bed, which had met its end, with an indescribable expression.

Bo Shuo: "It's either this bed is trying to scam us, or it's broken on purpose. It couldn't have broken earlier or later, but it had to break now."

007 crunched on sunflower seeds, not forgetting to reply to Bo Shuo. "If you're bad, practice more. Don't play if you can't handle it."

At this moment, Xi Guici maintained his previous posture of looking down and acting subservient. However, his gaze slowly settled on Bo Shuo's scalpel. The silver blade glinted under the candlelight, emitting a chilling aura.

He suddenly blurted out, without any preamble, "Mr. Bo, were you a doctor before coming to the examination grounds?"

This question was illogical.

Anyone with eyes could see that this scalpel was a Ghost Tool; it couldn't possibly have been brought in from the real world.

"Idiot," Bo Shuo scoffed, not bothering to engage with Xi Guici's words. His tone was sharp, "Are you a dog that just gained sentience, so good at making conversation out of nothing?"

Being insulted as a dog, Xi Guici showed no anger. His eyes curved into a smile, and he even cheerfully agreed with Bo Shuo, "Mr. Bo is right."

Bo Shuo was stunned by his thick skin, goosebumps rising on his back. "Is this guy a masochist?"

007 clicked his tongue in amazement. "He really seems like one! Host, try slapping him."

Bo Shuo's scalp tingled, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt like his eyes were failing him.

What a scene.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from outside the door.

Bo Shuo didn't have time to think. He yanked open the door and rushed towards the source of the sound.

It was the third room next to his.

The commotion woke everyone up. They all rushed out of their rooms and gathered at the door where the scream had originated.

Bo Shuo violently broke open the lock with his knife. Just as he was about to grab the doorknob, he froze.

Through the poorly soundproofed door, he heard faint, chewing-like sounds, accompanied by muffled crying, which was exceptionally chilling.

In that instant, Bo Shuo's skin crawled.

With the other examinees waiting behind him for the door to open, his hand on the doorknob was in a dilemma – he couldn't pull it or let go.

007 cheered him on, "Don't worry, it's not a face-to-face encounter, open it with confidence."

With this promise, Bo Shuo took a deep breath, his fingers trembling. Gritting his teeth, he turned the doorknob all the way and then violently pulled the door open.

And then, upon seeing the horrific scene inside, he was completely stunned.

When the examinees beside him saw the scene within, even though they had prepared themselves mentally, they still gasped in shock.

Blood. Blood was everywhere.

On the bed, a person was facing away from them, emitting sparse chewing sounds. Then, upon hearing the door open, they slowly turned their head.

Their face and body were covered in blood. Scarlet scraps of flesh smeared around their lips, their teeth opening and closing, sharp fangs chewing on something.

Below them lay the lifeless corpse of another NPC.

Seeing the newcomers, the tall, thin man began to sob. His cries were intermittent and mournful as he neurotically gnawed on his own hands, crunch, crunch, biting off his entire palm at the wrist.

"So hungry, I'm so hungry... Do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry!"

Beside him, Sang Yu's pupils constricted, and she cried out, "Mr. Bo, be careful!"

Following her warning, the tall, thin man, who had already transformed into a monster, dropped to all fours, gathered his strength, and charged forward.