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

Brother Long's face turned green as he looked at the screen filled with "wife" and "marriage proposal".

Since he knelt down last time, he has been dubbed the "paper doll son-in-law".

"Get lost! Who the hell wants to propose marriage!"

Despite his grumbling, Brother Long honestly shut down the casual game and opened the Nebula Platform.

When he saw the cover of "Embroidered Shoes", his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Those red embroidered shoes sat there quietly, like a trap to lure you in.

"Brothers, let me tell you, this thing is definitely a scam."

Brother Long took a deep breath and forced himself to analyze.

"The Red Veil is static horror; it scares you by sitting there without moving."

"According to the description, this 'Embroidered Shoes' is meant to be 'taken home'."

"What does this mean? It means it's dynamic terror! It's about to start moving!"

"I, the Berserker Dragon, am least afraid of anything dynamic!"

"If it dares to move, I'll smash it to pieces with one punch!"

He encouraged himself as he clicked to download.

"Today, I will avenge myself!"

"Let that damn game designer know that physical divine light is the only true way to counter all fancy tricks!"

As he spoke, he pulled a pair of metal brass knuckles from under the table and put them on his hands.

This is a VR motion-sensing accessory he specially customized, which can greatly enhance the realism of boxing.

The comments section was filled with question marks.

【? 】

[Brother Long, are you serious? Wearing brass knuckles in a horror game?]

[Physical holy light, huh? Are you prepared to smash those embroidered shoes with one punch?]

I have a feeling that Brother Long has gone mad.

Ignoring the comments, Brother Long put on his headband, his eyes becoming resolute.

"I'm ready."

"You damn planner, bring it on!"

[Game loading...]

[Friendly reminder: The roads are slippery in the rain, please watch your step.]

"Rainy day?" Brother Long was taken aback.

This time, the prompt is different from the last one.

His vision went black for a moment, and when it came back to light, he found himself standing in the familiar courtyard of the old house.

But this time, a light drizzle was falling from the sky.

The cold raindrops hit my face, the sensation was terrifyingly real.

There were no scattered paper money in the courtyard, only wet bluestone slabs and a few clumps of wet banana trees in the corner.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of earth and rotting plants.

The annoying suona sound disappeared.

Instead, there was the pitter-patter of rain and the faint sound of a little girl crying.

"Waaaaah..."

The crying sound was elusive, as if it came from all directions, drilling into the ears and making one feel uneasy.

"It's just another act of charlatanry."

Brother Long clenched the brass knuckles on his fist and followed the sound of crying toward the gate of the mansion.

The door was wide open, and the inside was pitch black, like the mouth of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

He stepped over the high threshold.

This time, there was no coffin or offering table in the main hall.

There was only an empty eight-immortal table and a few chairs lying on the ground, making the space seem particularly empty and desolate.

The crying sound seemed to be coming from the corridor on the left.

That corridor was dark and long, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Large chunks of peeling paint had crumbled off the walls, revealing dark red bricks underneath, resembling dried blood.

"Is anyone there?" Brother Long shouted.

The only response he received was the increasingly clear sound of crying.

"Waaah... my shoes... my shoes are gone..."

Brother Long mustered his courage and walked step by step into the depths of the corridor.

The VR stunt cabin perfectly simulated the slippery ground on a rainy day. With every step he took, he felt sticky under his feet, which was very uncomfortable.

On both sides of the corridor were rows of tightly closed doors.

The window paper was wet with rain, and the outlines of what appeared to be some furniture could be vaguely seen inside.

But there was no one in sight.

Just as he reached the middle of the corridor, he seemed to kick something.

He looked down.

A pair of small, red embroidered shoes lay quietly at his feet.

It looks exactly the same as in the promotional image.

Exquisite and small, yet it exudes an indescribable eeriness.

[Mission Objective: Pick up the embroidered shoe and find its owner.]

"Found it." Brother Long breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that this start was much simpler than "The Red Veil".

At least it doesn't have that oppressive feeling of being overwhelmed from the start.

He bent down and reached out to pick up the shoes.

Cold and stiff.

This was his first feeling when he touched the shoes.

It didn't feel like fabric; it felt more like... touching a cold stone.

He picked up his shoes and stood up.

Just then.

"clatter."

A crisp sound, like a shoe heel striking the ground, came from behind him.

It's very light, very light.

Brother Long's body froze instantly.

He turned around abruptly!

There was nothing behind him.

Only that bluestone corridor, wet with rain, reflected a cold, damp luster.

"An illusion?" Brother Long frowned.

He turned around, ready to continue walking.

"Tap, tap."

This time, there were two sounds.

The sound was getting closer.

Right behind him!

Brother Long's adrenaline surged, and he turned around abruptly again!

Still nothing!

"Damn it!" Brother Long couldn't help but curse, "What... what is he?"

Brother Long even hesitated to utter a few curse words.

The comments in the live stream also started to look a bit off.

My scalp is tingling... This is scarier than a ghost suddenly jumping out!

The most terrifying horrors are those that are unseen!

[Brother Long, don't look back, keep running forward!]

Brother Long also realized this.

He didn't look back, gripped the embroidered shoes tightly in his hand, and started running forward down the corridor.

The faster he ran, the more hurried the footsteps behind him became.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap..."

The sound was like a death knell, relentlessly following him, never leaving his side.

He could even feel something cold brushing against the back of his neck.

"Aaaaaah!"

Brother Long roared in anger; he couldn't take this torture anymore.

He suddenly stopped and turned around, swinging his fist, which was covered in brass knuckles, at the empty space behind him!

"Get out here, you bastard!"

The fist slammed into the air with a whooshing sound.

It hit nothing.

The footsteps stopped abruptly as he turned around.

The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence once again.

Only the little girl's cries still echoed faintly.

"My shoes... Why... Why did you steal my shoes...?"

Brother Long was panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He felt like he was being driven crazy.

He would rather face an ugly zombie and fight it for real.

I don't want to be tormented by this damn footsteps anymore.

He looked at the embroidered shoes in his hand, and a crazy idea surged into his mind.

"So what if I'm looking for my master? I'm not looking anymore!"

He picked up the embroidered shoe and slammed it hard to the ground!

"Let whoever wants to wear it wear it!"

But the shoes made no sound when they landed.

It stood there silently on the ground.

The toe of the shoe was pointing directly at Brother Long.

Then, under Brother Long's horrified gaze, the pair of empty embroidered shoes moved on their own.

It raised its "heel" and then lowered it.

"clatter."

A soft sound.

It took a step toward Brother Long.