Ma Junzhe was dead.
Du Bi'an broke down completely. He looked around, wanting to stand up, wanting to escape this terrifying room, this death game that chilled him to the bone.
But he found that he could not do it at all.
The helplessness and suffocation of having his throat gripped filled him with despair. He seemed to see a pair of hands drawing ever closer, about to drag him into the abyss of hell.
There was nothing left to do...
Du Bi'an could no longer think about anything. He already knew what awaited him next.
Although everyone would die, and it was only a matter of sooner or later, dying while still young and strong, while still having hopes for life, was an extremely cruel thing.
More than once, Du Bi'an had wondered why this game had chosen him. He had also tried asking other players, hoping to find what the "players" had in common and discover what criteria this Ghost Story Game of unknown origin used to select its players.
But he had failed.
By now, he could clearly sense his impending death.
They had exhausted every option, but... they still had not found a path to survival.
There was only one thing... left to do.
So Du Bi'an thought.
This ghost story was called [Close Your Eyes].
He had begun wondering very early on why it insisted that they close their eyes. Was it because keeping their eyes open would let them see something they were not supposed to see?
Besides, watching their companions being executed by a vengeful ghost would be even more frightening. Given this game's usual style, why was it showing a little "mercy" here?
It wouldn't let the players see the vengeful ghost carry out its executions...
Then... I'll look anyway!
Du Bi'an