Qi Si stood by the window for a long while without saying a word.
Lin Chen moved closer and, by the light of the lantern in Qi Si's hand, looked down at the enormous pit outside.
It was a pit for a thousand corpses—perhaps even ten thousand.
Countless white bones spread out like an ocean, piled all the way to the edge of sight. In several places, they had even formed pyramid-shaped burial mounds, built from skulls like bricks and stones.
The two bodies left behind by the old man who had died twice lay atop one of the mounds. No one knew who had moved them there. Identical faces with different wounds—it looked like a bug that occurred when a third-rate online game respawned NPCs, eerie and absurd.
The heap of corpses had already risen high. The Players' rooms were on the second floor, less than three meters above the ground, practically level with the top of the corpse pile—close enough to touch.
The rotten stench and thick smell of blood poured through the small holes in the window and into their noses. The unclosed eyes of the dead seemed as though they might press against the Players' faces at any moment.
The thin paper window was useless, offering only the barest psychological comfort.
"Th-these bodies are all dead townspeople? How could there be so many?" Lin Chen gaped for a long time before finally asking hoarsely.
Though he had struggled through the Eerie Game for a month and ranked fairly high on the newcomer leaderboard, the deep-rooted fear of corpses and ghosts was not something easily changed.
The moment he opened the window, he was greeted by a heap of horribly dead bodies that might lunge into his face at any time. No matter how bold someone was,