The ghosts in the game could not know of the Eerie Game's existence. Being able to calmly state that phrase was proof enough of one's identity.
Shang Qingbei breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Xi'er lying beside him.
The ghost in red bridal robes lay quietly curled up on the narrow wooden bed, staring stupidly at the patterns on the bedsheet. She did not seem particularly interested in harming Players.
Shang Qingbei cautiously stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Xi'er's eyes.
When Xi'er remained completely still and showed no reaction, he pulled a ballpoint pen from the english dictionary and poked the female ghost in the face with it.
Xi'er flinched, muttering a new line. "It hurts... Xi'er hurts..."
"Judging by the feel of it, she has a physical body. She's probably some kind of zombie." Shang Qingbei tucked the pen back into the dictionary, rolled off the bed, and retreated several steps to the door.
Xi'er gave off a damp, rancid stench, like the rotten odor of moldy wood, making him deeply uncomfortable.
"You must have triggered a special event." Qi Si stepped around Shang Qingbei and stood in the gap between the beds.
"Didn't I tell you before? There are fewer death traps on the first day of an Instance, and most of what you see and hear are clues related to the world setting."
He repeated the nonsense he had made up before without changing expression. Repeat a lie a hundred times, and eventually some fool would believe it.
Shang Qingbei nodded as if he had learned something, but remained planted by the door, unwilling to step forward even half a pace.
No one's words could be trusted completely. Poking her twice with the ballpoint pen had already been