Chapter 213: The Haunted Construction Site on Huaishu Road 11

Chapter 213: The Haunted Construction Site on Huaishu Road 11

The windows were closed, so where was the wind coming from?

The intermittent gusts were warm, as if someone was standing right next to Zheng Hu, breathing into his ear.

Zheng Hu's heart raced, the intense tension making it hard for him to breathe. His blood boiled, and his mind went blank.

He recalled what the coffin shop owner had said when he was shopping on the third floor:

"What? You live in that place! You need to be careful tonight."

"After dark, there's a good chance something unclean will come looking for you."

"Put these spirit money bills under your pillow. Remember, if you see something you shouldn't, give them the money. It's worth it to buy your life."

The shop owner wasn't lying.

The unclean thing had arrived now.

Lying on his back on the bed, Zheng Hu felt an increasingly strong presence behind him, and the sound of wind against his ear grew more distinct.

He began to shiver uncontsciously, causing the entire iron bed frame to shake and creak loudly in the silent dormitory.

Despite the obvious noise, the room remained eerily quiet, with only the long, steady breaths of others breaking the silence.

Everyone was asleep, deeply so.

Even with all the commotion Zheng Hu was making, they didn't wake up.

Zheng Hu was drenched in sweat!

He dared not open his eyes, nor look to the side, fearing that if he did, he would see a bloody-faced female ghost right beside him.

Right, the spirit money... the spirit money!

Zheng Hu kept his eyes tightly shut.

In truth, he didn't dare move. In moments of fear, people often deceive themselves, thinking that if they keep their eyes closed, the ghost won't notice they're awake, thus avoiding harm.

But as a player,

as a player who, despite being average, had managed to reach level C, Zheng Hu knew better.

In this situation, the ghost couldn't possibly have missed that he was pretending to sleep.

With trembling hands, he reached under the pillow, feeling around until he found a square piece of paper folded neatly.

It was the spirit money he had placed there before sleeping.

Zheng Hu pinched the paper between two fingers and extended it outward, still without opening his eyes. His lips trembled as he muttered:

"Please, please take this... once you take it, please leave quickly. There's nothing else in this room..."

His gesture received no response.

No sound, no touch, nothing.

Zheng Hu's arm hung in mid-air, frozen in place.

Unable to move forward or withdraw.

The chilling sensation surrounding him had dissipated, and the room was eerily calm, so much so that Zheng Hu began to doubt:

Was the wind he felt earlier just a half-dream, half-wake hallucination?

After a long while,

Zheng Hu's arm had become stiff like stone.

Finally, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Amidst the pounding of his heart, he saw nothing in front of him.

No ghosts, no people.

The other players slept peacefully in their beds, and the two assigned to stay awake were also asleep, snoring softly, faces down on their desks.

Everything that happened seemed like a dream.

Zheng Hu sat there in a daze for a moment before slowly sitting up.

"Hey Feiyue? Li Liu?" Zheng Hu called out the names of the other players, but they seemed to be in deep sleep, and no one woke up.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

As Zheng Hu called out the names of the other players, the audience watching his live stream in the main hall were equally agitated.

"Damn, that was too scary!!!"

"Good thing the player kept his eyes closed; otherwise, he might have been scared to death..."

"The ghost crawled so close and didn't kill him. Is it playing with him?"

"Damn, you're really slow. Look up already, will you?!!!"

Zheng Hu couldn't see these bullet comments, and he didn't look up.

He took out a hand cushion from his personal space, dimmed the light to its lowest setting, and cautiously observed his surroundings.

The talismans he had stuck on the door and windows before going to bed were still there. The trap they had set up next to the door hadn't been disturbed either.

No one had entered the room.

Zheng Hu let out a deep sigh of relief.

It seemed that it was probably just his delirium after all.

Zheng Hu recalled the dream he had.

Now that he thought about it, the content of the dream must have some connection with the scenario in the instance.

Since he couldn't wake the other players, Zheng Hu lay back down on his bed.

But this time, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep.

After the fear subsided, a strong urge to urinate suddenly took hold of him.

In the dead of night, it was clearly not a good time to go to the bathroom, but after tossing and turning in bed like a pancake for a while, Zheng Hu couldn't help but sit up again.

The rules... didn't seem to prohibit them from going to the bathroom, did they?

The player slowly stepped off the bed, treading down the stairs.

If he were fully conscious now, he would surely remember to open his attribute panel and check his sanity value.

But he didn't.

His hair was slightly itchy behind his ears, so Zheng Hu raised his hand to touch it, only to find nothing there.

He paused, scratched his earlobe, and continued walking towards the door.

The slight sound of the door opening didn't disturb the other sleeping players.

Zheng Hu easily made his way to the corridor and headed towards the bathroom at the end.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

His footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Zheng Hu yawned, just like the other players; he was very sleepy now.

The last bit of consciousness barely kept him moving towards the toilet.

Vaguely, he sensed something wasn't quite right.

But what exactly was wrong?

Zheng Hu couldn't figure it out.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

His footsteps accompanied him to the bathroom door.

In various horror films, bathrooms are often scenes of high-intensity events. However, compared to those filthy and terrifying bathrooms in movies, the bathroom on the first floor of Sinar Mas Department Store was almost spotless.

Although the windows in the bathroom, like those in the dormitory rooms, didn't allow a clear view outside, the glass was clean, and the floor was covered with white tiles.

Zheng Hu didn't enter a stall; he simply used the urinal closest to the door to relieve himself.

"Whew—"

He let out a long breath and walked towards the sink.

The sound of running water started, but the player didn't notice anything unusual. He casually washed his hands, turned off the faucet, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced up at the mirror above the sink.

The mirror reflected his face, which looked somewhat tired due to the day's exertions, with dark circles under his eyes and deep-set wrinkles.

But that wasn't the point.

Zheng Hu stared at the mirror.

That square mirror, as wide as the sink.

In the mirror, besides him, another face was clearly reflected.

...

At 7:00 AM, Qin Fei woke up on time from his sleep.

Last night, he had woken up once in the middle of the night, probably due to the interference of the rule forces within the dormitory area, and quickly fell back asleep in a daze.

This time, he didn't dream and slept until now.

The moment he opened his eyes, Qin Fei leaped out of bed as if he had been burned.

At the same time, all the other players in Dormitory No. 1 also jumped up, behaving similarly.

The reason was simple.

Because what woke them up was neither a person nor an alarm clock.

But a piercing scream that seemed to pierce through the clouds.

"Ah—!!!"

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!!"

The voices seemed to contain boundless panic and fear, making one's blood run cold just from listening.

Lu Cheng was terrified by the scream and stumbled as he pushed open the door and rushed out. "What happened? What happened??"

He was grabbed by Qi Xiu.

Lu Cheng came to an abrupt stop and regained his senses, sending out vines to check the situation outside.

Everyone in the room was filled with dread. After a moment, Lu Cheng spoke solemnly:

"Someone died."

Someone died.

And not just one person.

...

When the players from Room 1 opened their door, chaos had already erupted outside.

The players from Room 2 were all crowded at the entrance of the right toilet, while those from Room 3 had gone to Room 4 to see what was happening.

The East Team exchanged glances, and Qi Xiu pulled Cui Wenxuan, who was part of the Dark Fire team, out from the crowd at the entrance of Room 4, frowning as he dragged him aside.

Cui Wenxuan, upon seeing who it was, gave an awkward smile.

Last night, when Qi Xiu refused the invitation for nighttime patrol from Room 3, Cui Wenxuan understood that the other party must have seen through their little trick.

Being caught cheating naturally made him feel a bit guilty.

Qi Xiu had no intention of revisiting old matters and got straight to the point: "What happened?"

Cui Wenxuan composed himself: "Zheng Hu and Ji Feipeng both died last night."

Qi Xiu raised an eyebrow but wasn't too surprised.

Zheng Hu and Ji Feipeng had both violated the rules of the first-floor women's clothing area when they were following them yesterday.

Although the two were lucky enough not to be killed on the spot like Zhao Li, the ghosts hadn't given them any guarantees of safety.

"Zheng Hu drowned face-down in the sink in the toilet, and Ji Feipeng's death was even stranger."

Cui Wenxuan intended to mend relations with the East Team and explained in great detail.

"Ji Feipeng was only discovered dead by his teammates just now. He was lying in bed, and Room 4 had sprinkled flour all over the floor. The traces showed that no one had stepped on the ground last night."

But Ji Feipeng was indeed dead.

This morning, his teammates tried to wake him up, but he didn't respond. Realizing something was wrong, they lifted his blanket and found that he had already stiffened.

"I sneaked in to take a look earlier, and his expression before death was unusual, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying."

His mouth was wide open, eyes bulging, and the skin around his eyes had torn.

"He probably saw a female ghost."

A clear and gentle voice interrupted their conversation.

Cui Wenxuan looked up and saw a particularly striking face.

After moving bricks all day yesterday, the players looked quite haggard, but this person seemed unaffected.

Soft black hair fell beside his cheeks, and his delicate, beautiful eyes were lowered, casting light gray shadows on his jade-like face.

Cui Wenxuan recognized this person.

In fact, any player present who had some understanding of the central city's dynamics would know who he was.

The thorn in Butterfly's eye.

The precious egg recently taken into the Black Feather guild.

Now, this precious egg spoke words that did not match his appearance:

"Being scared to death under the covers, isn't that a classic scene from a certain movie?"

Before Cui Wenxuan could answer, Lu Cheng excitedly chimed in: "I know, I know! It's that Japanese movie with Zhenzi!"

"Miyang glanced at Lu Cheng with a hint of disdain, "It's actually Kayako. Zhenzi never hid under the covers; she crawled out of the TV."

Cui Wenxuan: "..."

Wait a minute.

Isn't it a bit impolite to discuss horror movie plots when someone died so tragically?

Anyway, since Ji Feipeng was already dead and couldn't come back to kill them, Qin Fei waved it off nonchalantly:

"Ji Feipeng was killed by the female ghost, the same one that followed us yesterday."

"And," Qin Fei paused here, drawing everyone's attention, "the one who died in the toilet, it was the same."

Qi Xiu frowned, seemingly recalling something, his eyes brightening: "You..."

Qin Fei nodded: "I saw it."

He saw the appearance of the female ghost.