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

The scene changes.

Old E has appeared in an extremely narrow and dark room.

The room is only about seven or eight square meters.

A rusty iron-framed bed, a peeling wooden cabinet, and a dilapidated shrine in the corner holding ancestral tablets.

There was no incense burning on the shrine, only an incense burner covered in dust.

The only window in the room was completely blocked by a dense array of security bars and clothes hanging outside, dripping with some unknown liquid, allowing almost no light to pass through.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, the smell of cooking oil, and a faint, unpleasant odor.

Holy crap... I feel like I'm suffocating just looking at this environment.

[This is Kowloon Walled City? It's so oppressive!]

[There's barely any room to turn around in this room, how are we supposed to play?]

Old E didn't speak; he was carefully observing every detail in the room.

His character is a new tenant who has just moved into this tenement building.

The main mission is to collect as much "secret stash" (or ghost money) as possible scattered throughout the building within seven days of the game, without violating the "neighborhood agreement," and survive.

On the mottled wall, there was a yellowed piece of paper.

[Tenant Guidelines]

Old E moved closer.

1. After 10 p.m., it is strictly forbidden to make any sound exceeding 30 decibels in the room, including but not limited to coughing, walking, and... teeth grinding.

2. If you hear someone knocking on the door, please check through the peephole first. If the person outside... has no feet, do not open the door or respond.

3. The last stall in the public restroom on the fourth floor has been broken for a long time. No matter what noises you hear inside, do not try to open it.

4. Do not pry into your neighbors' privacy, and never accept food from them.

5. The hallway is dimly lit, so please watch your step. If you step on something soft or sticky, pretend nothing happened and keep walking.

6. Your neighbors are very "friendly", but please try to avoid physical contact with them.

7.…

A series of bizarre rules sent chills down the spines of the viewers in the live stream.

Is this renting a place or going to jail?

[The weird rules are back! The good guys' specialty!]

I bet five cents that the first player to die definitely violated rule number one—they were killed by snoring in their sleep.

After memorizing all the rules, Old E took a deep breath.

"Alright, guys, we're already here, we can't just stay in our rooms and get moldy."

"Let's go out and scout ahead."

As he spoke, he carefully pulled open the creaking iron door.

Outside the door was an even narrower, darker corridor.

Overhead were tangled wires and water pipes like a spider web, with an unidentified liquid constantly dripping down.

On both sides are equally dilapidated iron gates, covered with various talismans and faded couplets.

The walls of the corridor were covered with black stains and moss.

The smell in the air was more complex and more unpleasant than that in the room.

Old E walked slowly forward, hugging the wall.

His footsteps sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent corridor.

Old E walked for about ten meters and came to a corner.

A sizzling sound of frying oil, accompanied by a rich aroma, wafted from around the corner.

Old E felt a chill run down his spine, slowed his pace, and quietly peeked out halfway.

In the corridor behind the corner, there was a simple stove.

An old man wearing a white vest and a greasy apron was facing away from him, busily frying things in a pot of oil.

The thing was long and thin, golden and crispy, and looked very much like some kind of traditional delicacy that had been lost in the Federation for a long time.

Seemingly sensing the gaze behind him, the old man slowly turned around.

Old E's pupils suddenly contracted.

Millions of viewers in the live stream simultaneously exclaimed in horror, "Holy crap!"

That old man has no head!

At his neck, there was a smooth cut, still slightly oozing black blood.

A pair of hands that didn't belong to him reached out from behind his shoulders, replacing his head, skillfully manipulating the long chopsticks in the pot, turning the golden "fried dough sticks".

The headless body seemed to "see" Old E.

His hands, which didn't belong to him, picked up a "fried dough stick" from the oil pan and enthusiastically handed it over.

A hoarse, awkward voice, as if many mouths were speaking at the same time, came from his chest.

"Young man..."

"Do you want some... fried dough sticks?"

Old E stared intently at the so-called "fried dough stick".

That's not food made from flour at all.

That was a human finger... fried to a golden brown and crispy, with a small piece of finger bone still attached!

"vomit……"

Old E felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited on the spot.

The live stream room behind him was filled with cries of despair.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! I had fried chicken strips for dinner!

[You have no conscience, planner! Do you know I ordered takeout specifically to watch the live stream?]

[Youtiao... So that's where the word "ghost" comes from? I'm never eating youtiao again!]

Faced with the headless old man's enthusiastic "invitation," Old E's brain worked at lightning speed.

Rule 4 of the Tenant's Code: Do not accept "food" from your neighbors.

This is a rule-based kill!

He forced a smile, trying to suppress his nausea, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No...no, sir, I've already eaten, I'm not hungry."