Eight players were still alive, so why were there ten players in the lobby?
How were they supposed to answer that question?
Because over a hundred ghosts had gathered outside to bask in the sun, it was perfectly normal for there to be more than ten players too?
Or had all the clocks on the walls broken at once?
If they wanted to explain it away, they could invent plenty of lies riddled with holes like those. But was there really any point?
"What happened?" The most confused of all was Feng Ling, who had noticed neither the problem nor anything unusual. Although she had encountered some danger after "recovering her memories," she had first met the sword-wielding young man in black, then reunited with Ning Yan and the others. Her journey had been smooth sailing-practically a safe ride on the BabyBus.
But once Feng Ling shifted her attention away from Su Bai, she quickly sensed that something was wrong with the situation around her.
"We..." The male player beside Sister Yao tried to say something, but a moment later, words failed him.
Still, the voices by the elevator drew Fang Xiujie and the others' attention, allowing Ning Yan and Fang Xiujie to spot Sister Yao, who had been standing sideways to hide herself.
Although Sister Yao had her back to them, hiding her face, the wound in her abdomen was far too deep, and the strip of cloth wrapped around her waist to stanch the bleeding was almost soaked through. An ordinary person would have died without proper treatment for a wound like that, even with the Ghost Infant instinctively protecting its mother. But while human players were in the Nightmare World, they absorbed the Red Moon's power just as supernatural entities did. That, combined with Sister Yao's several