In countless horror films and novels, acting alone often came with enormous risks.
The same held true in the Ghost Story Game.
But this Ghost Story had assigned everyone who entered [Southern Branch Troupe] different roles, placing them in parallel, overlapping spaces and forcibly separating them.
After stepping onto the Daomadan role, Zhong Xueran entered the [Southern Branch Troupe] Opera House. She had been pondering one question-
Why would the ghost do this?
Was there some special significance to separating everyone into different spaces according to their roles?
If it was merely to frighten them, there were clearly better ways. For example... making a companion die before their eyes would work well.
At that moment, Zhong Xueran stood on the first floor of the Opera House. A large empty area stretched out before her, with the meter-high Opera Stage farther ahead. Though it was not dark outside, there was nothing here. The Opera House's tables, chairs, benches, props, and furnishings had long since been cleared away. There was simply nothing worth exploring here.
How strange...
Zhong Xueran took a step, but that very step suddenly produced a faint sound.
"Creak-"
Meanwhile, at [Southern Branch Troupe] at the bottom of the well, Yang and Nie Yunzhen also stood before the gravel path.
"This is a marker Mr. Mei left."
Yang crouched and examined the marker on the ground. A few stones had been arranged into a flower. No one but Mei Sijun would do something like this.
With that hint, it did not take Yang long to discover the gravel path's secret.
"Painted-face role..." Yang glanced at the larger stone, then turned to Nie Yunzhen. "Miss Nie, I'll go up and try first. Be careful on your own."
Nie Yunzhen looked at him and nodded.
Yang stepped onto the gravel