The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Blood Words on the Wall: The Eastern Suburb Hospital at 3 A.M.
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The startled reaction of Qing Li drew a few icy glares, but everyone quickly shifted their attention to the wall.
Fresh blood had congealed into chilling words, the content of which was hair-raising.
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“They’ve come again. I hid under the bed, hearing the heavy footsteps. They approached, taking away my sister from the next bed.
My sister returned, but she seemed strange. She said she wanted to give me a gift, and I nodded. She gouged out her eyes, so much blood.
My sister stinks; she has many bugs on her. Those bugs crawled from her bed to mine, making me itch all over.
They came again, this time stopping by my bed. I hid under the bed, holding my breath, cold sweat soaking my hospital gown, praying for them to leave quickly.
“Found you, found you, found you, found you…”
On the pristine wall, the last four words crazily appeared, occupying the entire wall without stopping. The space where Qing Li and the others were located was covered with blood words.
“A snap—”
The scene split, and everything disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, it was another unfamiliar environment. The setup looked like a hospital ward, with six rusty metal beds, and the bedding covered in mold stains.
The air carried a faint smell of disinfectant and an imperceptible odor of decay.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
The electronic watch on the wrist suddenly vibrated. Qing Li raised her wrist and saw a string of text on the screen.
Game Title: The Eastern Suburb Hospital at 3 A.M.
Danger Level: 3.5 stars.
Mission: Survive until 5 A.M.
Hint 1: Shh, be quiet.
Hint 2: Encrypted (Unlock with 10,000 popularity points)
Hint 3: Encrypted (Unlock with 30,000 popularity points)
“It’s actually 3.5 stars.”
Number 74, Zhou Ya, was greatly alarmed. In the dim light, her originally fair complexion took on a pale hue.
“We’re all at the bottom of the rankings, and it’s a 3.5-star difficulty. This is practically giving us no chance to survive,” said Number 65, Shen Ruo, with a discouraged tone.
The expressions of the others were unusually unpleasant. Only Qing Li, who seemed to understand nothing, asked with curiosity, “May I ask, what does popularity value mean?”
“Popularity value is the tipping system in the live broadcast room. It can be used to purchase special props, which is crucial for whether we can survive. When we return to the real world, popularity value can also be exchanged for equivalent currency,” explained a gentleman with silver-framed glasses to Qing Li.
“I am number 81, Lin Zizhou,” he forced a smile, but it was more filled with immorality and frustration.
“Thank you,” Qing Li nodded to him and then focused on her live screen. On the icon representing popularity value, it displayed as — 0.
One popularity value equals one yuan.
Her drooping eyes sparkled as if she had found the road to wealth.
[“Haha, little village girl, you’re so pitiful. As a newcomer with no popularity to buy props, you’re way behind others.”]
[“Little village girl, call me big brother, and I’ll reward you with a lollipop.”]
[“I think we should crowdfund to buy a coffin for the little village girl in advance!”]
In the live broadcast room, everyone called her “little village girl.” Qing Li smoothed the stray hairs on her head, secretly licking her teeth.
“Big brother, I want a lollipop.”
The sweet and obedient voice suddenly sounded, startling the others.
“Number 100, who are you talking to?” the chubby man angrily questioned.
“I… I’m interacting with the audience in the livestream room.” Qing Li shrank her neck and said softly.
“It’s already this late, and you still have the energy to interact with people in the livestream room. Truly fearless in the face of danger,” a girl remarked sarcastically.
Qing Li sneakily glanced at her; she should be the last number 92, with a peculiar appearance and elaborate makeup, standing out from the other players.
“She’s number 92, Lin Xue’er, a streamer in the real world,” whispered 74, Zhou Ya.
Qing Li nodded slightly, and as Lin Xue’er finished speaking, she suddenly began to act coquettish like crazy: “Dear brothers, shower Xue’er with gifts, please! This game is too difficult, and Xue’er doesn’t have money to buy items, sniff, sniff.”
Qing Li watched in astonishment: Can it be done like this?
“Shh, don’t speak,” said 65, Shen Ruo, suddenly speaking in a hushed tone, his index finger against his lips, eyes full of vigilance.
Lin Xue’er instantly shut up, nearly forgetting the game hint: Shh, be quiet.
Outside the tightly closed door, the heavy footsteps approached, as if stepping on everyone’s hearts, each step making everyone nervous.
“They’re here…”
Lin Xue’er covered her mouth, unsure of what to do.
“Da—”
“Da—”
The sound of high heels colliding with the cement floor became clearer.
Qing Li tiptoed, seeing others huddled at the door trembling. She nonchalantly walked to the bed closest to the inside of the ward and comfortably lay down.
Haven’t slept on a bed in a while. She blissfully closed her eyes.
Recently, she had been napping on sofas at KFC and McDonald’s; the bed was the most comfortable.
The iron bed, old and creaky, made a “creak” sound as Qing Li lay down, startling the others.
“What are you doing?”
Lin Xue’er suppressed her voice and said anxiously.
Qing Li glanced at her electronic watch, opened the time page, and said with a hint of grievance, “It’s already past 3 AM, we should go to sleep.”
Others: “…”
“You fool, always causing trouble for us,” Lin Xue’er muttered under her breath.
At that moment, Shen Ruo seemed to remember something and quickly said, “Let’s get to bed quickly.”
He swiftly chose a bed close to Qing Li and lay down.
The pungent smell of mildew made him nauseous, but he endured it, covering himself with a dirty blanket.
Seeing Shen Ruo lying down, everyone, though unsure of the situation, chose a bed and lay down.
Six people, exactly six beds.
As footsteps abruptly stopped, outside the door came the faint sound of turning a doorknob.
Shen Ruo casually glanced at Qing Li, who had actually closed her eyes and fallen asleep, then turned his face away.
Is it a coincidence?
“Squeak—”
The door slowly opened, everyone’s eyes closed tightly, maintaining silence. Only Qing Li slept soundly, even emitting a faint snore.
“Doctor, the patients are all asleep.”
A chilling, piercing female voice rang out, her throat seemingly pierced by glass, hoarse and dry.
Then, footsteps moved around in the ward.
“Take her!”
A strong, nauseating smell of decay wafted towards Qing Li’s nose, but it didn’t disturb her peaceful sleep. She mumbled, “Hmm, such a stinky stinky tofu.”
If Qing Li woke up at this moment and opened her eyes, she would discover a decaying face staring directly at her.
Soon, footsteps echoed once again, followed by the sound of a door closing.
Other players, drenched in sweat, sat up from their sickbeds, all looking towards the bed where Qing Li lay—
The person, gone!
Hint 1: Shh, be quiet.
So, did Number 100 get taken by ghosts for snoring while sleeping?
