Suona Sound

Suddenly, a loud suona blast tore through the sky, sounding once more.

And this time, it was right outside the door.

Bo Shuo, who was leaning against the doorframe, looked up sharply.

Through the paper-covered window, he saw a vague scarlet presence outside the main door.

The scarlet sedan chair had already landed at the entrance. The paper figures that had been "awakened" made faint noises, then poked through the paper-covered window. Their cinnabar mouths pressed tightly against the openings, Opening and closing as if to say, "I see you."

People in other rooms naturally noticed this scene. Their faces turned slightly pale, and they tightly shut their doors.

"Back to the room!"

Bo Shuo decided instantly, ushering Sang Yu into the room before slamming it shut with a snap.

"We've triggered a rule," Sang Yu said, her expression tense as she leaned against the door, listening to the commotion outside.

With a violent tremor, the main door was struck as if by a giant boulder, shaking the entire wooden house. One, two, three times.

The wooden door couldn't withstand the heavy blows and let out a final groan before being completely broken open.

The Ghost Bride had entered!

007 was providing Bo Shuo with a live broadcast.

The paper figures carried the sedan chair to a room, a candidate's room.

They then broke down the door. In just a few seconds, a splash of blood seeped out from inside.

(Candidate ID q28978 Zhang Yi, b2751 Lu Yiyi deceased.)

The Proctoring System's cold announcement sounded.

Then the sedan chair was carried to the second room, a mere two seconds later.

(Candidate ID f2715 Zheng Chenggong, s1827 Ning Hua deceased.)

The sedan chair was lifted again, and the room they were currently in was their target.

No! We can't just sit here and wait to die.

Bo Shuo quickly thought about which rule he had violated.

007 jumped to his side and shouted, "Quick, extinguish the candles!"

Sang Yu's mind raced through the rules and she also thought of this. Before she could speak, the room plunged into darkness.

The half-lit Red Candle on the table was extinguished.

It was Mr. Bo!

Bo Shuo moved quickly, almost without thinking. He went to the candlestick, quickly pulled a box of matches from a drawer with one hand, and took out a white candle with the other.

Scratch, sparks flew, and it was lit.

The candlelight flickered as he slowly put the matches back.

Thud.

The sedan chair outside stopped, then turned, heading to the next room.

The commotion continued all night, and by the time it finally stopped, dawn was approaching.

As the morning sunlight spread, faint birdsong could be heard nearby, and the snow outside had gradually lessened.

Survivors gradually emerged from their rooms.

Fortunately, many had reacted in time and extinguished the Red Candles in their rooms, thus managing to survive.

After a night of brewing, coupled with some narration from the man with the flower tattoo, even the NPCs who were initially out of the loop began to understand the current situation.

But even knowing, they were still somewhat afraid of Bo Shuo.

As the main door opened and closed, shadows scattered across the floor. The young man emerging from the room drew almost everyone's attention.

The long-haired woman, who already had a psychological shadow from Bo Shuo, flinched.

The young man clearly hadn't slept well, with slight dark circles under his eyes. The air around him was cold, sending a shiver down one's spine. None of the low-level candidates dared to approach him.

Xi Guici, sitting in a front seat, smiled and greeted Bo Shuo, "Good morning, Mr. Bo."

Bo Shuo looked at his energetic state and, compared to his own near-death experience, began to doubt life.

Wait, doesn't Xi Guici need to sleep? After all, according to Sang Yu, he was out adventuring late into the night.

"Mr. Bo," another greeting, this time from Sang Yu.

Sang Yu quickly pulled out a stool for Bo Shuo and revealed the items on the table in his line of sight.

It was the Red String mentioned in the rules.

The thoughts of everyone present were now quite delicate. With the latest mission released by the Proctoring System, they could not avoid participating in the wedding banquet.

So, should they wear this Red String or not?

After the death of that tall man yesterday, combined with the small piece of paper they found, even the most foolish person should have realized that the rules were flawed.

"I think you know something," the examinee sitting at the far end slammed the table and challenged Xi Guici. "You left yesterday without the slightest hesitation."

He sneered, "I don't think that was a gamble."

Xi Guici, who was being questioned on the spot, didn't lose his smile. He softly asked back, "Really?"

Just as everyone thought he was going to deny it, he admitted it then and there.

"I do know some of the rules."

"You knew, so why didn't you say anything?!" the examinee angrily stood up and accused. "Do you know how many people you've gotten killed?"

Xi Guici suddenly chuckled lightly. "I don't like people pointing at me."

As the words fell, a sudden thread sliced off the pointing hand entirely, blood splattering everywhere.

The questioning examinee let out a scream of agony, writhing desperately on the ground in pain.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator sat calmly in his seat, slowly pushing up his glasses. His raven-blue eyelashes drooped slightly, making him appear exceptionally gentle and innocent.

He was simply a madman.