What's Wrong With Seeking Death? - Chapter 8
It had to be said that Gu Chenfeng’s judgment was quite correct. She heard the sound of her death value increasing in points the moment she was alone.
It was 10 o’ clock.
That sound was so refreshing.
Of course, Xu Turan reckoned that this was also related to her identity— she was the first person to be eliminated among all the current players (when they were playing the game to deliberately eliminate her). And the event card also reminded her that the female ghost ‘prefers the kid with the lowest grades’.
Combined with the 3 death points she gained when she was eliminated, it was self-evident who would be the first victim targeted by the female ghost for the next chase.
As for what to do after dying, frankly speaking, she hadn’t thought about it yet. But whatever it was, she would just leave those problems to the future her—
Xu Turan pushed open the bathroom door in front of her.
In the bathroom, there was also a tall metal cabinet. Most of the small space was already occupied and the bright lights were turned on, illuminating the blood stains on the door of the cabinet.
More than half of the 5-minute hiding time was over and only a ‘click’ was heard before the big lock hanging in the centre collapsed by itself. The cabinet door opened slightly as a blue-grey hand stretched out from the darkness and slammed on the door.
A trace of black smoke leaked out from the cabinet as Xu Turan blinked calmly, quickly making a judgement with her keen perception.
It seems to be on the same level as the ghost that was strangling the Class Monitor just now.
Okay, that’s pretty straightforward.
Xu Turan nodded affirmatively and looked around. Then, she took out a toilet handle from the storage compartment next to it, swung it twice in his hand to test the feel. After that, she nodded with satisfaction before closing the door behind her.
Xu Turan kept Gu Chenfeng’s teachings in mind, not forgetting to lock the door and turn off the lights.
There was a sudden silence in the bathroom. Even the cabinet’s constant slamming had stopped.
Xu Turan waited for a few seconds, but she didn’t hear the sound of the death value increasing, so she sighed secretly and turned on the lights again with the back of her hand.
F*ck, bad move.
On the other hand…
A black car drove along the mountain road, circled the homestay a few times, and finally stopped 50 metres away helplessly.
The windows of the car were rolled down as someone looked into the homestay with a pair of binoculars and sighed.
“We can’t get in anymore.”
“Then what should I do?” The girl in red sitting in the back seat was surprised, “There are humans inside.”
“How would I know? This ‘domain’ had already been formed. The abominations that make up this domain are higher than our levels, so we can’t get in even if we launch a strong attack.”
The man sitting in the passenger seat clicked his tongue and put down the binoculars, “It’s also the people inside who are trying to die. Only after enough ‘rituals’ can the abominable being generate a complete ‘domain’. I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me that the people inside weren’t undergoing any sort of ritual. Maybe, they are just a bunch of esoteric believers who want to die.”
“Or perhaps they were deceived. The abominable beings are very sketchy,” The girl was still slightly unwilling to give up, “Is it too late to ask for help now?”
“It’s too late—the closest senior we have to here is Yang Buqi, but it will take at least 8 hours for him to come here. A time like that is long enough for everyone who was in the entire homestay to perish completely.”
The man shook his head, “Give it up, there’s no use in trying. I have other things to do, so I have to go back to city A. You two wait here and make some observation records. When the ‘domain’ is closed, remember to clean it up— I’m out.”
The car door opened and the man in a long black trench coat got out of the car, walking back along the way he came. After walking about a hundred metres away, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned to look at the homestay behind him. The deliberately old buildings seem to be shrouded in a layer of mist, which was so vague that it caused blurry vision.
The man stared at the fog for a few seconds and sighed silently. Taking out a small white flower that was made of paper from his pocket, he placed it on the ground, turned around and left.
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