Strange Arrival 6

Ye Zhao hugged her pajamas and hesitated for a long while, wavering over whether to bathe. In the end, fear won out. Forget it—she still had to guard against the Child Ghost coming back for revenge. She didn't stink anyway. She could endure it!

She was terrified that blood would suddenly gush from the faucet while she was bathing. She would probably panic so badly that she wouldn't know whether to run first or get dressed first.

Forget it, forget it.

In this survival world, safety came first. Everything else was secondary.

She instantly accepted her grimy self. After washing up briefly, she prepared to go to bed. Of course, she still hadn't forgotten to make a round through the entire house and turn on every light.

A brightly lit room gave her a sense of security.

This time, she was awakened in the middle of the night by rustling sounds from the living room. She stiffened beneath the covers, sensing what seemed to be someone pacing back and forth outside. The television had also been turned on at some point, and she could hear a female news anchor reporting the news.

Ye Zhao: ...

[Sanity Value: -10.]

[Sanity Value: 88.]

Seeing that her Sanity Value had dropped by another 10 points, Ye Zhao realized that without her Golden Finger, she really didn't know how long she could survive on just three Sedatives.

Couldn't these ghosts just behave themselves?

They came out every night to cause trouble. At this rate, she would suffer a nervous breakdown sooner or later.

Ye Zhao wanted to shut off her ears and pretend she couldn't hear anything, hypnotizing herself into going back to sleep. But her senses were far sharper than before, so she truly couldn't pretend to be deaf. Besides, the more she tried to sleep, the less she could fall asleep.

She wanted to check what time it was, but she was afraid that any movement would attract the ghost's attention.

But since the ghost had already come, she used a skill in her mind: [Scan Ghost!]

[Scan successful: Create Basic Ghost *1, requires 100 Creation Points.]

[Note: Ghosts created by Players are connected to your heart and mind and will completely obey the Player's commands.]

The thing outside was only a basic ghost?

It probably wasn't that dangerous, right? But it was a ghost—how could she possibly not be scared!

She lay there with her eyes closed for quite some time when she suddenly felt that the sound of footsteps outside had disappeared. Only the female news anchor's voice still echoed through the room.

Why had the sound suddenly stopped? Had it left?

Sometimes, hearing nothing was even more terrifying than hearing something—like now.

Unable to sense the ghost's location, Ye Zhao couldn't stop herself from wondering where it had gone. If it was leaving, why didn't it turn off the television? Didn't it know how to save electricity?

Should she open her eyes and take a look?

Right in front of Ye Zhao floated a ghost, its eyes containing only pupils and no whites, practically face-to-face with her!

Just as she was about to open her eyes, fear finally gained the upper hand. She worried that the moment she opened them, she would see something awful and get hit with a jump scare.

And she vaguely felt that something was watching her...

She held herself back again and again, but in the end, she still didn't open her eyes.

Half asleep and half awake until dawn, brilliant sunlight shone through the curtains. The sound from the television finally disappeared. Ye Zhao climbed stiffly out of bed and yanked open the curtains. Warm sunlight fell over her body, slightly dispelling the chill of the night.

After struggling to survive for two days, Ye Zhao now had 6,280 Creation Points.

She planned to allocate three thousand of them, saving the remaining three thousand-plus for a battle that might break out at any moment.

Three Attribute Pages that created +3 Speed;

Ten Attribute Pages that created +1 Strength;

Five Attribute Pages that created +1 Constitution;

She spent 2,400 Creation Points.

She then created two more Teleportation Cards. Although they could only be used ten times a day and had a range of just one meter, if she had reacted quickly enough yesterday, the rose wouldn't have been snatched away.

In the end, she simply lacked combat experience, and her mind didn't react quickly enough.

She created four Lightning Strike Cards. Ghosts feared heavenly lightning, so Lightning Strike Cards were absolutely indispensable. Including the one from yesterday, she now had five Lightning Strike Cards.

The three thousand Creation Points had been allocated.

[Name: Ye Zhao]

[Constitution: 110 (no equipment effects)]

[Strength: 25 (no equipment effects)]

[Speed: 23+50 (equipment effects)]

[Sanity Value: 88.]

Exorcism Talisman *8, Lightning Strike Card *5, Teleportation Card *2, Sedative *2.

Her Sanity Value hadn't dropped or risen since last night. Ye Zhao felt that she had grown up. Sure enough, there was no such thing as the most deranged—only more deranged.

Now, she could stay in the same room as a ghost without screaming.

Of course, it would have been better if the dark circles under her eyes hadn't gotten worse. It was only the third day!

After washing up, she headed into the living room. As she fished a milk candy from her pocket, she suddenly saw an elderly ghost sitting rigidly on the sofa with a blank expression, nearly making Ye Zhao leap straight off the ground!

Especially when she appeared, the stiff elderly ghost turned its head, split its mouth in a grin, and chuckled at her.

[Sanity Value: -10.]

Then, without looking sideways, she headed straight out of the guest room. "I'm so hungry. Time for a bowl of beef noodles~"

Ye Zhao moved quickly, snatching the baseball cap from the entryway. She slammed the door shut and rushed straight for the elevator, pulling out her sunglasses and putting them on as she went.

The elevator doors closed, and the elderly ghost did not catch up.

Ye Zhao let out a subtle breath of relief. Seeing her Sanity Value had dropped to only 78 made her heart ache. The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and a chubby figure rushed inside. When he saw Ye Zhao, his pupils widened sharply, only for him to relax after seeing the shadow at her feet.

Ye Zhao clearly saw the bead-sized drops of sweat on his forehead, as well as the trembling hand frantically pressing the door-close button.

Trembling, he explained, "I-I-I... I've got a bit of low blood sugar from getting up early."

Ye Zhao took two milk candies from her pocket and handed them to him. He froze for a moment before accepting them. "Th-thank you."

Ye Zhao shook her head without saying anything.

She had not expected to run into Nie Yun here. This damned fate.

However, he was wearing a hotel employee uniform, while Ye Zhao was a guest.

Since they had run into each other anyway, Ye Zhao did not waste her skill and Scanned Nie Yun.

[Scan successful: Create 10-yuan Ghost Currency *1. Requires 10 Creation Points.]

[Ghost Currency: Universal currency for ghosts.]

Delight flashed through Ye Zhao's eyes behind her sunglasses. There was actually something like Ghost Currency?

It had to be said that Nie Yun's luck was genuinely pretty good.

She slipped her hand into her pocket and spent 10 points to create a 10-yuan Ghost Currency note. A thin sheet of paper appeared in her hand, cool to the touch. She could even sense a cold, sinister energy flowing within it.

No wonder it was universal currency for ghosts.

The two of them went together to the public cafeteria on the third floor. Ye Zhao ordered a bowl of beef noodles, two fried eggs, a glass of milk, a vegetable and fruit salad, and ten strips of bacon.

Nie Yun stood at the entrance and looked at the girl in black some distance away. For some reason, he found her somewhat familiar. He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Come to think of it, he had only met Ye Zhao once, and that had been when he was half-dead from training. They had only exchanged a few words, and he did not even know that Ye Zhao was a Player. It was only natural that he could not remember her now.

After breakfast, Ye Zhao had Brother Qiao arrange a car for her as usual and headed to yesterday's location.

No matter what, she had to get that bronze mirror!

Ye Zhao used her Prophet Skill in the car. Within the prophetic visions, she saw ghosts luring and killing human players in all manner of ways.

They could crawl out of mirrors, crawl out of internet cables, crawl out of televisions, crawl out of sewers...

The face in the mirror would suddenly turn into a ghost, the water during a shower would turn into bloody water...

They might even deliberately call you—answering meant death, but hanging up directly also meant death!

The methods ghosts used to kill people were endless. They proved their existence in every conceivable form.

Just watching made Ye Zhao's scalp crawl, as though she had watched dozens of immersive horror movies. Let alone the players experiencing it firsthand—life after life truly died before her eyes, leaving her mentally unsettled.

[Sanity Value: -10.]

Her Sanity Value fell to 68 again, and Ye Zhao hurriedly took out a Sedative and gave herself a full injection.

What a trash game. Why did Sedatives have to be injected? Couldn't they just be eaten like candy?

She sucked in a breath from the pain, then quickly unwrapped a milk candy to comfort herself.

Not long ago, she had thought she was absolutely amazing. Now, she felt like nothing more than a pathetic weakling.

Help: How was someone as fragile as her supposed to survive fifteen days in a ghost world?