Li Yao watched herself and Liu Bingding climb into the coffin together and breathed a sigh of relief.
Though she had no clues, she instinctively felt that lying in a coffin meant safety, a place to hide from ghosts like the paper effigies.
As if... this scene had repeated countless times, and she was quite experienced with it.
That's not right. If I'm already inside the coffin, how can I see myself? How can I... watch the coffin lid close right before my eyes?
Li Yao leaned against an enormous coffin half a person's height tall, the chill of its walls seeping into her back, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
She rose in confusion and looked down at the coffin Xu Yao and Liu Bingding had just lain in.
"Hehehe... hehe..."
A paper effigy's shrill laughter rang out behind her ear. Li Yao shuddered and reflexively turned around.
A deathly pale face suddenly pressed against the tip of her nose, its scarlet grin stretched all the way to its ears, grotesque as if it were mocking her.
It was a very low-level jump scare. Though Li Yao was not particularly afraid of ghosts, it still gave her a fright.
"Li Yao... Sister Li... boohoohoo..." Mournful sobbing followed the laughter, quickly replacing the chorus of "hehehe" with cries.
The paper effigy's painted eyes and blush remained motionless, but its mouth suddenly drooped. Its smiling face instantly became a weeping one, filled with resentment and anger.
"Li Yao, you're the most experienced player among us. If you won't go down the well, then no one will."
"Sister Li, I don't want to die... We're only a few clues short. They must be down in the well..."
Threats, pleas, and a chaotic jumble of voices chewed over her memories. Li Yao