Bai Buhui was a strong-willed person. The misfortunes of his childhood had made him cold and selfish, and many friends who had worked with him said he lacked any warmth.
Yet when someone like him saw the playground at the edge of Ghost School, his eyes actually welled with tears.
In just a few short minutes, Bai Buhui had endured the horrors of dozens of ghost stories.
The School Hospital, filled with whispers and sobbing; the Music Room, empty but constantly making noises; the stairwell, where an extra step appeared as you walked; the sculptures that wept when you blinked; the Cafeteria that smelled of roasting meat; the Human Faces hiding beneath the Toilet Stall doors; and the footsteps that relentlessly pursued him...
There were too many to count.
Other haunted houses just set up Fear Points. This one had several Fear Points in every ghost story, and once you triggered one of the most terrifying stories, the ghosts within it would chase you relentlessly, as if they would never stop until you were dead.
Bai Buhui had no idea how many things were following him now. His mind had long since stopped working, and he was running on sheer willpower.
"The Wishing Well!"
As the Haunted House designer for the Virtual Future Park, he didn't want to admit defeat.
He would rather find a way out himself than accept someone else's humiliation and have them escort him out.
"I'm almost there!"
Mustering every last bit of strength, Bai Buhui raced across the playground. He could even picture that iconic scene from The Shawshank Redemption.
Freedom was right ahead. In this moment, I was my own hero.
He had never run so fast. He crossed the playground and collapsed beside the well.
It was a tilted, Withered Well. Someone had