Zhao Xun walked to the carriage door and waited quietly.
Soon, the train came to a stop.
[This train will remain at the station for three days and depart promptly at midnight on November 4.] [Passengers disembarking here must return to the train before midnight on November 4.]
As the announcement ended, the carriage door instantly opened.
Zhao Xun stepped off the train in a relaxed mood.
Good. After he returned from the Platform Game, he would still have enough time to enter the Dream Game.
Neither would get in the way of the other.
Passing through the familiar, thick white fog, Zhao Xun stood in the clearing and listened to footsteps gradually approaching from a distance.
Soon, everyone had arrived.
Including Zhao Xun, there were twelve players in total.
Three of them were particularly distinctive.
One was a monk with incense scars on his shaved head, one was a Taoist priest in Taoist robes, and the third was a Christian wearing a cross necklace.
Zhao Xun had reason to suspect that these three had decided to get off only after hearing the name of this game.
[Ghost House] was an easy enough name to understand. It involved either fake ghosts or real ones.
Either way, there was no getting around the word "ghost."
These three might have felt that this was right up their alley, giving them a better chance of clearing the game than everyone else.
Still, it was rather interesting that this batch of new players happened to include all three varieties.
Zhao Xun merely swept his gaze over the other eleven players before turning toward the pitch-black house in the distance.
The house had three floors. Whether its exterior had been painted or something else had been done to it, the whole building was