The drunkard

Meanwhile, the other three players all received a system notification.

Zhang Zhihao's eyes went red with jealousy.

A hidden quest in the horror game.

That was something you could only stumble upon, never seek out.

The generous rewards for completing one would tempt even seasoned veteran players.

At that moment, a quest card appeared out of thin air in Lin Luo's hand.

The card told him to help the elevator ghost take revenge.

Lin Luo was speechless when he read it.

After Wang Lei and Liu Xueru died, both had become ghosts of Yellow Springs Hospital.

Unless his brain had short-circuited.

He would never do something as stupid as deliberately provoking vicious ghosts.

But to stay on good terms with the elevator ghost, Lin Luo put on an angry expression.

"Don't worry, big brother. My partner cheated on me too. I hate scum who play with people's feelings and then abandon them!"

Those words immediately struck a chord with the elevator ghost, whose gaze softened as he looked at Lin Luo.

"Looks like you've had it rough too."

As the elevator ghost spoke, he spat a blood-soaked rope out of his mouth.

The stench nearly knocked Lin Luo out.

When it came to bad breath, he would gladly crown the elevator ghost the champion.

"This is my ghost artifact, the Blood Rope. Take it."

The elevator ghost's gesture secretly astonished Lin Luo.

The Blood Rope was quite powerful.

It was a rare treasure.

"This ghost artifact is too valuable."

Lin Luo politely declined.

If he accepted the elevator ghost's artifact, he might become bound by karma and invite unnecessary trouble.

"Don't turn it down. With your current strength, this Blood Rope can at least keep you a little safer."

The elevator ghost's words dispelled Lin Luo's concerns.

Tonight, it was his turn to patrol the morgue on the first basement level.

If he encountered a vicious ghost along the way, he could be torn to pieces at any moment.

This ghost rope really was important to him.

"Then I'll gladly accept it."

The elevator ghost was quite pleased to see Lin Luo accept the rope. He returned Lin Luo's ghost coins and took him down to the first basement level.

"Young man, if you run into trouble you can't handle, come find me."

The elevator ghost was exceptionally friendly.

"All right."

It was hard to rebuff a smiling ghost, so Lin Luo nodded agreeably.

Watching Lin Luo walk away, the elevator ghost curled his lips into a chilling smile.

"Little bug, my ghost rope isn't yours for the taking. Before long, I'll finally get what I want..."

Meanwhile, after leaving the elevator, Lin Luo made his way to the morgue.

It was not dark yet.

But the basement was enclosed on all sides, keeping out the sunlight and giving off a bone-piercing chill.

Goosebumps rose all over Lin Luo.

To prepare for tonight's patrol.

Lin Luo forced himself to overcome his anxiety and began walking around the area.

He soon discovered that the biting cold was seeping out of the morgue.

Tonight's patrol route included the morgue.

There was no avoiding it.

With that in mind, Lin Luo took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

A spacious room came into view.

Rows of hospital beds covered with white sheets filled the room.

He did not need to look to know that corpses lay on those beds.

Before entering the horror game, Lin Luo had already learned something about the Yellow Springs Hospital instance.

There was one mandatory task during the morgue's night patrol.

He had to cover the morgue windows.

If moonlight shone through the windows onto the corpses at night, they would reanimate.

For novice players, that was nothing short of a deadly crisis.

Lin Luo promptly drew the curtains.

The morgue, which had still been somewhat light, instantly went pitch-black.

He could not even see his hand in front of his face.

Just then, the Blood Rope in Lin Luo's hand glowed red, illuminating the entire morgue.

But faced with this silent, deserted place.

Even Lin Luo, whose skill gave him courage, felt a chill of dread.

Just as Lin Luo was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a figure standing outside the morgue.

The unexpected sight made his palms sweat.

There was no way another player would come to the morgue.

That meant whatever stood outside was something unclean!

Before Lin Luo could figure out how to escape this predicament, the morgue door opened.

Lin Luo looked closely and saw a drunken little old man.

The little old man was clearly wasted.

He swayed as he walked, looking as though he might collapse at any second.

"Interesting. You've got some nerve, young man, coming to the morgue alone."

The little old man walked toward Lin Luo as he spoke.

"But courage alone won't keep you alive. Bring me a few bottles of good liquor, and I'll look after you."

The little old man spoke as though they were already acquainted.

That made Lin Luo breathe a sigh of relief.

He instinctively took the little old man for a human.

But in the next instant, Lin Luo's expression changed drastically.

The little old man cast no shadow under the red light.

That meant the little old man was a ghost.

In the horror world, ghosts who looked no different from humans were often even more terrifyingly powerful.

"No need to be scared. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be a corpse."

The little old man patted Lin Luo's shoulder and chuckled.

"So, what do you think of my suggestion?"

"Sure. I'll go buy a few bottles of good liquor for you in a little while, sir."

Lin Luo extended his Crimson Demon Finger and quietly touched his target, attempting to read the little old man's memories.

But this time, it was clearly much harder.

The little old man was so powerful that even the Crimson Demon Finger was restricted.

Lin Luo focused, gritted his teeth, and held on.

Just as his mental strength was about to give out, he finally managed to glimpse a fragment of the little old man's memories.

In those memories, the little old man loved alcohol more than life itself.

He drank until he blacked out every day.

In the end, he had drunk himself to death at home.

So this little old man is a seasoned drunkard.

Lin Luo thought to himself.

He was also speechless at the way the little old man had died.

There was no shortage of drunkards in the horror world.

But a ghost who had drunk himself to death.

Was probably limited to this harmless-looking little old man before him.

The little old man's attention was not on Lin Luo. He shook the wine gourd he carried, discovered that he had emptied it, and immediately craved another drink.

"Young fellow, hurry up and buy some liquor. I'll keep you company on patrol tonight."

That promise instantly brought delight to Lin Luo's face.

With this seasoned drunkard's protection, tonight's morgue patrol would become far less dangerous.

"All right."

Lin Luo readily agreed.

Then Lin Luo left the morgue.

He took the elevator back to the first floor.

During the ride, the elevator ghost was exceptionally courteous, fussing over his well-being.

That only made Lin Luo inexplicably wary.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But his most pressing concern was getting through the morgue patrol.

Lin Luo had no time to play mind games with the elevator ghost, so he headed back to the cafeteria.

As soon as he entered, he noticed that the atmosphere was very wrong.

Liu Yanyan lay collapsed on the floor, her face full of terror.

Zhang Xiaoli was in even worse shape.

Her once fairly pretty face had been clawed beyond recognition and was dripping blood.

The one responsible for this vicious attack was a middle-aged female ghost who still retained some of her former beauty.