Zhuang Ziyi was already dead, yet the thing outside the door was still speaking in her voice.
It had worn a mask because it did not want them to see the hollow mouth left after Zhuang Ziyi's tongue had been gouged out.
The more Zhong Zixian thought about it, the more terrifying it became:
"We almost overlooked something. If their Mental Value isn't high enough to break in, they can still trick players into opening the door."
The thing outside made a racket for a long time before leaving.
The Silver Bell that announced deaths rang more than once, too.
Once again, they had no peace that night.
Early the next morning, Lu Mi and Zhong Zixian told each other their Mental Values.
They had dropped to 52 and 30 respectively, while their neighbors' Mental Values must have risen considerably. Based on the pattern, the highest could be 140.
If they simply waited until nightfall, they would definitely be in danger.
Lu Mi said, "Want to go out and check on our Seeds?"
Zeng Deming had said they would provide some Mental Value.
The moment they opened the door, a human head suddenly dropped in front of them.
It was Zhuang Ziyi.
Her mask had been removed, exposing three blood-red holes where her eyes and mouth had been. They faced into the house, as if she were screaming silently.
A thick rope had been tied around her head and rigged to the door handle. As soon as someone inside opened the door, it would drop and hang in midair like this.
Lu Mi silently moved the head aside.
Fortunately, all the Seeds they had planted yesterday had grown successfully, becoming forty tall sunflowers.
They stood proud and upright in this eerie place that resembled a graveyard.
Cheng Cheng walked over,