"There is!"
The one who spoke this time was Xiao Yuxia of the Mechanic Sequence. Her face was pale, and her voice was taut.
"Once, we went to a mahjong parlor to scavenge supplies. A Eerie was hiding inside. It forced people to sit down and play mahjong."
"The rules were simple-lose, and you died immediately."
"Only by beating it could you leave alive."
"Many of my classmates had never played mahjong. They barely even knew the rules. How could they possibly beat a Eerie?"
"Three of my classmates died right there at the mahjong table. They didn't even get a chance to fight back..."
After that, the four of them took turns describing several more Eerie they had encountered.
Some imitated the voices of people's loved ones, luring humans into dead ends;
Some played nursery rhymes in stairwells, and anyone who heard them would walk toward death against their will;
Some clung to mirrors, climbed out in the middle of the night, and devoured the souls of people sleeping soundly...
Every one of them was eerie, cruel, and utterly senseless.
Death and escape, time and again, had gradually instilled in them an extreme habit.
When they encountered a Eerie, no matter how strong it was or whether they could fight it, they ran first and asked questions later.
Yang Yong watched the four of them in silence, taking in their shaken expressions.
What honest, simple children they were.
Before the Apocalypse broke out,
they had still been nothing more than students who had just started high school.
They had devoted themselves to their studies, paid no heed to the world, and had never even experienced its cruelty.
Then the end of the world arrived.
No one taught them how to fight, how to identify Eerie, or how to use