He had no idea how long he had been running.
Just as he was about to collapse from exhaustion, a faint light suddenly appeared ahead.
An ancient-looking manor with its gates wide open stood before him. The light came from the red lanterns hanging on either side of its entrance.
Ah! In a typical horror game, a scene like this meant it was time to start fighting monsters, right?
There might even be a jump scare the moment he opened the door.
Zhao Hun began trembling uncontrollably, his body turning cold as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Sitting at his computer desk, Zhao Hun could always joke around no matter how many times his game character died, because it was only a game.
He knew that no matter how terrifying the game was or how powerful its monsters were, they could never climb out of the screen and hurt him.
Only when he truly found himself in the exact same situation, feeling death draw closer step by step, did he deeply understand what despair really was.
He couldn't go in! He would die!
Zhao Hun had originally wanted to back away, but a crisp jingling of bells suddenly came from behind him.
Zhao Hun did not dare turn around.
His pupils involuntarily dilated, and cold sweat kept pouring down his face. No way... was there really a ghost?
Was that ghost coming closer?
Would it open its bloodied maw, drool pouring from its mouth, and bite his head clean off the moment he turned around?
As the bell chimes drew closer and closer, Zhao Hun finally could not hold back any longer. He screamed, scrambling on all fours into the manor ahead of him in blind panic.
There was not a trace of light inside the manor.