You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Professor Chen's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Everyone instinctively covered their faces.

But new problems also arose.

The exit of the passage they were in was right at the entrance to the workshop.

The door to the next area is located at the very other end of the entire enormous workshop.

To get past, one must, and can only, pass right under the noses of these hundreds of faceless craftsmen.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the lancet, who had been silently observing, suddenly made a move.

She pointed to a wooden crate piled with miscellaneous items in the corner of the passageway entrance.

Inside the wooden box were some "parts" that had failed to be made and were discarded.

Several tattered costumes, a cracked face mask, and a jar of nearly dried-out dark red paint.

The meaning of "lancet" is very clear.

We definitely can't win if we fight.

Then the only option is... to join them.

"camouflage?"

Professor Chen instantly understood her intention, and his eyes lit up.

"Exactly! Since they treat us like semi-finished products, then we'll pretend to be finished products awaiting repair!"

The experienced driver also realized what was happening and gave the lancet a thumbs up.

Although the idea is bold, it is indeed the only way out at the moment.

Without further ado, the group immediately got to work.

They rummaged through the box and pulled out the tattered costumes, then haphazardly put them on.

Then, Lancet picked up the can of paint, dipped his finger in it, and began to apply it to everyone's face.

Instead of painting an elaborate face mask, she deliberately painted it crookedly, as if it had been smeared by someone.

He applied a few smears to his face with a scalpel, then pulled up the hood of his costume, covering most of his face in shadow.

"remember."

"Walk stiffly, like a puppet."

"Don't make any unnecessary noise."

"The most important point is that from now on, we are not living people, we are just... a bunch of walking materials."

Everyone took a deep breath and nodded.

Success or failure hinges on this one move.

Lancet was the first, walking out of the shadows of the passage with stiff steps.

Her movements, mimicking those of marionettes, were jerky and disjointed.

Professor Chen and the experienced driver followed closely behind.

Brother Long shrank back, hiding behind the ghost bride, and moved forward with his eyes almost closed.

They stepped into the pale green light.

Inside the workshop, the faceless craftsmen were still engrossed in their work.

"Shhh..."

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

The sounds of grinding and stitching became the most terrifying symphony in the world at that moment.

Each strike felt like a blow to everyone's heart.

They successfully made their way across the first row of worktables.

No craftsmen looked up.

Second row...

It is still safe.

The crowd felt a little relieved.

It seems this method really works!

However, just as they reached the center of the workshop, halfway to the exit...

A harsh, scraping sound of wood rubbing together rang out.

The faceless craftsman closest to Brother Long stopped polishing bones.

It slowly raised its blank face, facing Brother Long directly.

In that instant, Brother Long felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

It’s over.

Was discovered.

He could even feel that the breathing of tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room stopped at that moment.

The faceless craftsman stood up.

Its body, made of paper and wood, makes a "creaking" sound.

It took stiff steps and walked towards Brother Long step by step.

Brother Long could only pretend to be dead, pretend to be dead, and pretend to be dead again.

Nearly.

closer.

The faceless craftsman stopped in front of Brother Long, less than ten centimeters apart.

It tilted its head slightly, carefully "scanning" Brother Long.

It's like assessing the quality of a piece of meat.

It's like examining the flaws in a work of art.

Brother Long's back was drenched in cold sweat.

Especially the faceless craftsman, who extended a stiff finger made of paper pulp and slowly poked at Brother Long's cheek.

Brother Long didn't dare to move an inch.

But just as that finger was about to touch Brother Long's skin...

A wave of intense resentment emanated from the ghost bride, flashing by like ripples.

The faceless craftsman's cold finger suddenly stopped, as if he had "thought" for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Then, it withdrew its finger, turned around, and with stiff steps, returned to its worktable.

Pick up the bone and continue polishing.

"Shhh..."

It was as if nothing had happened.

"call……"

Finally, they arrived at the other end of the workshop safely.

The heavy stone door leading to the next area was right in front of us.

But just as the lancet was about to push open the stone door...

The experienced driver at the back of the line suddenly stopped.

His eyes became empty.

The invisible red thread connecting him to the depths of the backstage suddenly taut and glowed with an eerie red light.

"An experienced driver?" Professor Chen was the first to notice something was wrong.

He turned around and saw the old driver standing there like a wooden stake, looking dazed.

"What's wrong with you?"

The experienced driver did not answer.

His lips parted slightly as he murmured to himself.

"My turn..."

"It's time...to be painted..."

The voice just fell.

He suddenly turned around, took stiff steps, and walked in another direction from the workshop.

That direction was pitch black.

But everyone knows what's there.

"Oh no!" Professor Chen's expression changed drastically. "Quick! Stop him!"

Lancet reacted the fastest, rushing forward and reaching out to grab the veteran driver's arm.

However, the moment her hand touched the experienced driver, it was violently flung away by a tremendous force.

Liu Yedao stumbled back several steps before barely managing to stand, his face filled with astonishment.

The veteran driver's body was clearly extremely weak, but his strength was unbelievably great.

Brother Long rushed forward and tried to grab the old driver's waist.

But the result was the same.

It was as if he had hit a wall and was bounced back.

"What... what's going on?" Brother Long was dumbfounded.

Why is this experienced driver suddenly acting like he's been injected with adrenaline?

"It's that thread!" Professor Chen quickly analyzed, "It's that red thread!"

"Something behind the scenes is controlling him!"

Everyone looked in the direction the experienced driver was heading.

In the deepest, darkest corner of the workshop, all that could be seen was...

A huge iron pot, more than five meters in diameter, was placed on a ghostly green flame.

The pot was full of a thick, viscous black liquid, like tar, that was bubbling away.

It was actually the purest corpse oil, made from hundreds or even thousands of corpses!

This is the final step in "painting" those dolls to isolate yang energy and seal in yin energy!

The experienced driver was walking step by step toward the boiling oil pot.

His empty eyes reflected the bubbles bubbling in the oil pan.

On his face, however, was a strange smile, as if he were heading towards paradise.