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

Lu Zhixing understood that achieving an A-level rating in "Embroidered Shoes" was not without its benefits.

At least, the little girl had a basic sense of familiarity and goodwill towards him.

Unlike his S-rank clear of "The Return of the Soul," he didn't directly obtain Xiaodie's token and enjoy the "face-saving fruit."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The coffin lids were closed from the inside.

The entire coffin shop was plunged into utter darkness and deathly silence.

Just as the last glimmer of light disappeared, a faint, tooth-grinding sound came from outside the shop.

The sound was like countless sharp fingernails slowly scraping against the rough cement floor.

The tide has come.

The same applies to darkness.

The moment the coffin lid was closed, sight was completely taken away.

Hearing, touch, and smell are amplified infinitely.

The smell of rotting wood, mixed with a faint odor of cadaverine, entered my nostrils.

Lu Zhixing, who had already changed into his funeral clothes, was holding the little water ghost girl.

The little water ghost girl was trembling violently, like a frightened cat, while the outside temperature was dropping rapidly.

That kind of cold wasn't a physical low temperature, but a kind of chilling cold that could penetrate to the bone marrow.

The dark ink-colored silk robe Lu Zhixing was wearing was emitting a faint warmth, resisting most of the cold air.

But you can still feel that pervasive, chilling aura.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The sound of fingernails scraping the ground outside grew closer and more frequent.

From one direction, it became all directions.

It was as if the entire ground of Sea Fog Town was covered by this invisible thing.

They are coming.

They surrounded the small coffin shop.

Room 404, Happiness Apartment.

Hao Ren smiled slightly as he watched the alarm value on the backend rise rapidly, but the individual amounts were not large.

"The brewing of fear is like cooking; the timing and heat are crucial."

He muttered to himself, his mind lightly tapping the system shop.

[Audio Amplifier (Scene Item): Consumes 10 Fright Points. Amplifies the hearing of all players within a specified scene by 150%, allowing them to hear every minute detail.]

[Redeem successful.]

"Now, open fire!"

……

Inside the coffin shop.

Almost simultaneously, all the players hiding in the sealed container felt a "buzz" in their ears.

The world seemed to become several times clearer in an instant.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

A thick, heavy sound replaced the previous scraping sound.

The sound wasn't the splashing of water at all; it was more like countless enormous, boneless mollusks slowly and heavily crawling across the coffin shop floor, up the walls, and onto the roof with their slimy bodies.

then……

They climbed onto their coffins.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

Something heavy fell onto the lid of the coffin of the directionally challenged and the experienced driver.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

The thing wriggled and rubbed against their coffin lids.

The directionally challenged person and the experienced driver were crammed together, face to face, their breaths almost stopped.

The thin wooden plank above their heads was denting slightly, creaking under the weight.

In the darkness, the directionally challenged man felt the back of the experienced driver pressed against him becoming slippery, and a strong smell of the sea wafted over.

A terrifying hallucination uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

The experienced driver... melted?

Was he corroded by something outside the coffin lid?

"ah--!"

A suppressed scream was about to burst from the directionally challenged man's throat.

A cold hand suddenly covered his mouth.

He's an experienced driver.

The experienced driver covered his mouth tightly in the darkness, while frantically making gestures with his other hand that the directionally challenged man couldn't see, signaling him to keep quiet.

The directionally challenged man then realized that the slippery feeling was from the cold sweat they had broken out in due to extreme fear.

In another coffin.

The experience with the Berserker Dragon was completely different.

The ghost bride held him tightly in the darkness.

That red wedding dress kept out most of the cold outside and the nauseating, sticky noises.

Although Brother Long was physically weak, he was being held like this.

Not only am I not feeling safe, but I'm even starting to feel sleepy.

[Holy crap, what kind of treatment is Brother Long getting? While others are in jail, he's soaking in a hot spring?]

[Being a kept woman is the most dangerous thing! I'd give up ten years of my life to find a wife like that!]

And inside Lu Zhixing's coffin.

The little water ghost girl in his arms was trembling at a peak frequency.

Her small hands gripped Lu Zhixing's clothes tightly, as if she could draw a sense of security from it.

"Gurgle..."

A sticky, wriggling sound also came from Lu Zhixing's coffin lid.

A chilling aura was trying to seep in through the cracks in the coffin.

The dark patterns on the black silk robe glowed slightly, keeping that aura out.

But then...

"Knock, knock knock."

A clear knocking sound came from the coffin lid.

It's very light and rhythmic.

It was as if someone outside was gently tapping his coffin with their knuckles.

Then a soft murmur crept into his ears, following the grain of the wood.

"Is anyone... there?"

"Open the door..."

"I...I'm so cold..."

Those murmurs seemed to possess some kind of magic, resonating directly in everyone's minds.

It was gloomy, mournful, and filled with endless loneliness and hunger.

The little girl in Lu Zhixing's arms trembled even more violently, burying her head deep in his chest, not daring to make a sound.

Lu Zhixing's eyes narrowed.

These sea monsters can not only physically compress and penetrate, but also directly pollute the spirit of the person inside the coffin.

Players with weaker mental fortitude might be easily swayed by the sound, or driven insane.

Even if they ignore it, the voice will become clearer and more urgent.

"Open the door..."

"Let me in..."

"I see you... I know you're inside..."

"Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock knock!"

The tapping sound, which started as a light tap, turned into a violent pounding.

The entire coffin was shaking violently.

It was as if the thin coffin lid would be smashed open at any moment.

at the same time.

On the other side, the coffins of the directionally challenged and the experienced driver also underwent a strange change.

Their coffin was the worst quality of all the coffins.

There is a gap between the lid and the coffin body that is almost invisible to the naked eye.

At that moment, that gap became a fatal flaw.

"Hiss..."

In the darkness, the directionally challenged man felt something slide past his cheek.

Cold, slippery, and with a fishy smell of seaweed.

He was so frightened that he froze, too scared to move.

What is that thing?

He dared not think.

"Old...old driver..." the directionally challenged man called out in a trembling voice.

"Don't...don't move..." The experienced driver's voice was also filled with fear.