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

Something slipped in through the crack.

A thin, long thing, resembling seaweed or a woman's hair, silently drooped down and wrapped around the experienced driver's ankle.

The thing was slowly tightening.

A bone-chilling coldness spread rapidly from my ankles throughout my body.

What should I do?

Making a sound will attract more monsters.

A strong reaction could damage the already fragile coffin.

The experienced driver broke out in a cold sweat, remembering the props he had bought at the ghost market with all his savings.

He struggled to pull the hard, imitation "black donkey hoof" from his pocket, groped around in the dark, and smashed it towards his ankle.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

The thing was only shaken by the impact and became even more tightly bound.

[Oh no, the experienced driver is going to be dragged out!]

Counterfeit goods are a killer! I should have spent more money to buy the real thing!

The live streamer was also anxious, and the directionally challenged person was almost frantic with worry.

Ah Xiu is still fast asleep and cannot be woken up.

In a moment of desperation, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

If Mantou can lure Ah Xiu away, can it also appease the eerie spirits?

Try anything, no matter how desperate!

The directionally challenged man shakily pulled out a cold, stiff steamed bun from his pocket and handed it to the "hair".

The moment the black "hair" touched the steamed bun, it stopped tightening.

It hesitated for a moment, then coiled around the steamed bun like a snake.

Then, it slowly loosened its grip on the old driver's ankle, and with the steamed bun in its grip, it slipped out through the gap.

The crisis... is over?

Both the directionally challenged and the experienced driver were stunned.

They were panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat.

Lu Zhixing, inside his own coffin, learned about everything that happened next door through the live stream comments.

Frowning in thought, he realized that the Sea Fiend Tide was not merely a physical attack and mental pollution, but perhaps more like a form of begging.

Or rather, it's a rule-based demand.

These monsters, formed from endless resentment, are thirsty.

They are begging the living person in the coffin for a trace of yang energy, or anything that can be offered as a sacrifice.

Using violence to confront them will only provoke them.

Meeting their most basic needs can bring them temporary peace.

This might be the rule designed by "good people".

We can't confront them head-on; we have to understand, comply, and utilize them.

Having figured this out, Lu Zhixing stopped paying attention to the frantic pounding outside.

He simply lay there quietly, waiting.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The sticky wriggling sounds and the frantic pounding finally began to weaken and then disappeared completely.

The outside world fell into dead silence once again.

The tide has receded.

In the coffin shop, no one dared to be the first to open the coffin lid.

Nobody knows what's going on outside right now.

Have those things really gone?

Or are they waiting outside, ready to drag the person inside into hell the moment the coffin is opened?

……

Meanwhile, Old E re-enters the world of "The Caged Bird".

After several explorations, Old E has become increasingly enlightened living in this gloomy Kowloon Walled City tenement building.

This time, he survived until the fourth day.

Old E has figured out the behavior patterns of most of his neighbors.

The headless old man's fried dough stick stall only appears in the early morning.

The old woman pushing the rotten baby stroller only appears in the afternoon.

The young woman carrying the eyeball-shaped vegetable basket always returned home at dusk.

As long as you avoid them, or remain absolutely indifferent and ignore them when you encounter them, you can ensure your safety.

But this is not enough.

The main quest requires him to collect as much "secret stash" as possible and survive for seven days.

He has collected less than a hundred pieces of ghost money so far.

This amount of money isn't even enough to buy a decent yang energy candle.

There must be more hidden clues.

Old E hid in his seven-square-meter rented room, his eyes scanning every corner of the room.

Finally, his gaze settled on the public restroom on the fourth floor, which was considered a forbidden area by countless players.

Article 3 of the Tenant's Code: The last stall in the public restroom on the fourth floor must not be opened.

The more something is forbidden, the more crucial it often contains.

This is classic horror game logic.

However, the risks are also extremely high.

More than one player has opened that compartment out of curiosity, only to be dragged inside by a pale hand and vanish without a trace.

Old E adjusted his breathing and decided to test the waters.

But instead of going directly to the fourth floor, he went to the public restroom on the third floor.

The structure here is exactly the same as the fourth floor.

He went into the last cubicle, closed the door, and then looked up at the water tank on the ceiling.

Those old-fashioned metal water tanks that hang high on the wall.

Old E carefully climbed onto the toilet seat, stepping on it.

He reached out and groped around in the cold, slippery water tank.

Soon, he touched a hard object wrapped in oilcloth.

When I took it out, I found it was a diary that had been soaked in water and was swollen.

Practice Diary.

Old E's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately opened the diary.

The handwriting in the diary is delicate, but the pressure is strong, as if it is being carved into the paper.

March 7th, sunny. I got a beating from the troupe leader again today because my pinky finger gestures weren't pretty enough. He said I was born to sing opera and shouldn't waste this beautiful voice. But I don't want to sing opera.

[March 15th, rain. I secretly ran away, but the fortress was too big, I couldn't see the road, and I was quickly caught and brought back. The troupe leader didn't beat me, he just broke my legs. He said that way I wouldn't run away again.]

April 1st, overcast. My leg is better, but I still feel a limp. The troupe leader said it's alright; as a female lead, I don't need to walk too much. Today he taught me a new play called "The Peony Pavilion." He said that as long as I sing well, I will see the light.

……

June 3rd, foggy. I think... I saw light. That light came from the mirror. When I practiced my skills in front of the mirror, the image in the mirror seemed... to come alive.

The diary ends here.

Old E felt a chill run down his spine.

The troupe leader? A female impersonator? "The Peony Pavilion"?

These keywords immediately reminded him of someone—Xiao Die, the current leader of the Hundred Ghosts Opera Troupe in the World of Reincarnation!

But the Xiaodie in this diary is a completely different person from the vengeful queen that Lu Zhixing encountered in "The Return of the Soul".

Here she is a blind girl who was trafficked to the walled city, cruelly tortured, and forced to learn opera!

She couldn't even resist; she could only place her hopes on the elusive "light."

"Wait, the blind girl?"