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

The question of the female corpse is like a trap that was set long ago.

To lie or to admit it? That is the question.

[Don't answer! Don't answer! Don't answer! A rule of horror games: don't answer questions from ghosts!]

[Oh no, the streamer has been flagged. Now we have to play dumb...]

[Bullshit! Even a ghost knows you've got the smell on you. You're playing dumb with it? It'll just think you're provoking it and die even faster!]

The comments section was flooded with messages of panic, almost overflowing from the screen.

At this moment, the raging dragon brother also started paying attention to the willow leaf knife, so nervous that he even forgot to drink his soda and stared intently at the screen.

"Damn, what do we do? This female ghost is clearly here to cause trouble! We're in for a serious attack!"

During the live call, Lu Zhixing frowned, his voice calm.

"No, this is a logical trap."

"Since the female ghost has come to ask, it means that she has confirmed through the 'corpse fragrance' that the willow leaf knife is the one who 'saw' it."

"Under this premise, 'seeing' is an established fact."

"Denial of facts is equivalent to deception and provocation in the judgment of rule-based ghosts."

Professor Chen's comments also appeared at the right time, carrying a solemn tone.

[To be frank, in folklore, being approached by a female ghost demanding a keepsake is often a prelude to a "ghost marriage." She has taken a liking to you and wants you to go down and keep her company. If you agree, your soul will go with her; if you don't, you anger her, and she might break down the door and take your life on the spot. This is... a dead end.]

The word "dead knot" made all the viewers' hearts sink, and they even forgot to complain about the female ghost seeking a woman to "marry into the underworld".

But Lancet, who was in the middle of the situation, didn't even change the frequency of his breathing.

She remained crouched, her gaze peering through the crack in the door at the exquisite yet eerie red shoes.

Then, he began to speak in an almost bland tone.

"I saw it."

Those three words left Professor Chen completely bewildered.

She...she actually admitted it?!

Doesn't this just tell the female ghost, "I'm the person you're looking for, come and kill me!"

Just when the audience thought the door panel would be torn apart by sharp claws in the next second, the voice of the lancet rang out again, still calm and composed.

"very beautiful."

Three words again.

Be frank and sincere, as if you were evaluating a work of art, rather than responding to a vengeful ghost.

Outside the door, the plaintive female voice seemed to pause for a moment.

Three breaths later, a faint, soft sigh came from the crack in the door.

The sigh no longer carried the resentment and sorrow of before, but instead carried a complex emotion of melancholy and loss.

Followed by.

The pair of red embroidered shoes under the door slowly retreated.

Finally, they disappeared into the depths of the dark corridor.

gone?

He just left like that?!

The viewers in the live stream were all dumbfounded, their minds going blank.

[Is that all?]

[Holy crap! "Very beautiful"? Complimenting a ghost can save your life? What kind of new trick is this? I've learned something new!]

[Wait a minute! Didn't you guys notice? The anchor's tone—she wasn't flattering, she was just stating a fact! In her eyes, that handkerchief and those embroidered shoes were really just "pretty" objects... So, that's why the female ghost had nowhere to vent her resentment?]

Lu Zhixing stared at the screen, paused for a moment, and then a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.

"I see... She detached herself from the role of 'the one being judged' and became a pure 'observer' and 'appreciator'."

"The resentment and rules of ghosts are built upon the fear of the living."

"When the foundation of fear is absent, the destructive power of rules is greatly weakened."

Just then, a bright red system notification popped up in front of the lancet.

[Warning: You have attracted the special attention of the "Red Dancer".]

You have acquired a permanent negative status effect: Entangled in Corpse Fragrance.

[Corpse Scent: You will be permanently entangled in an indelible corpse scent, increasing your attractiveness to "vengeful" ghosts by 300%. The Red-Clad Dancer will randomly appear beside you at any time. She might... just be looking at you.]

Liu Yedao frowned slightly as he looked at the notification.

This is troublesome; there's even a persistent curse.

She was essentially carrying around a high-powered "monster beacon" and an ominous female ghost who could appear at any moment.

Liu Yedao composed himself, slowly stood up, and returned to sit down in the chair in the center of the room.

The wind outside seemed to be getting stronger.

The night is still long.

But she couldn't sleep, and dared not sleep.

Lancet closed his eyes, forcing himself to rest and recover his strength.

But the ears are constantly capturing all the sounds around them.

Suddenly, a soft sound of a wooden door opening came from downstairs.

Then came heavy, slow footsteps.

Someone has gone upstairs.

The footsteps echoed down the corridor, finally stopping at the door of the next room.

"Knock, knock."

Two soft knocks on the door.

"Dinner is ready."

It was the voice of that hunchbacked old man, hoarse and chilling.

Lancet's pupils contracted, and he pressed himself against the wall again.

Then they heard the sound of a door opening next door, followed by the footsteps of a hunchbacked old man walking in.

Immediately following was the sound of a liquid being poured into a basin, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, which could be faintly smelled even through the wall.

"Eat...eat more...you'll grow faster..."

The old man muttered to himself in a tone that coaxed a child.

Then, the chilling "crunch crunch" sound of gnawing rang out again.

This time, it was accompanied by a greedy, gulping "glug" sound.

A picture instantly flashed through Lancet's mind.

The hunchbacked old man was carrying a bucket of bloody stuff and feeding the stiff "guest" in the next room.

At the same time, Lu Zhixing and Professor Chen quickly analyzed and summarized the information they gathered from other players' explorations.

"To prevent corpses from turning into zombies, the seven orifices of the corpses transported are sealed with talismans, and they are never allowed to come into contact with blood or food."

"What can 'eat' is no longer an ordinary corpse; it has been refined into a kind of 'evil spirit' that needs to be nourished by blood and flesh!"

"This 'Corpse Inn' is a breeding ground for corpses!"

Liu Yedao glanced at the comments and silently retreated to the center of the room.

This inn was more dangerous than she had imagined.

The gnawing sounds continued for a long time.

Like a ferocious beast that has been starving for thousands of years, greedily enjoying a belated feast.

Lancet sat quietly in the chair, listening.

Her expression remained unchanged, as if the sounds coming from next door were not the terrifying sounds of cannibals, but rather ordinary neighbors having a late-night snack.

But her tightly clenched hands and slightly tense back muscles betrayed that she was not completely unresponsive.

She is analyzing.

Based on the frequency and force of the chewing sounds, it can be preliminarily determined that the "guest's" bite force is extremely strong, far exceeding that of humans.

Based on the volume of its swallowing sounds, it can be inferred that its esophagus is abnormally large, enabling it to swallow large, unchewed objects.

This "corpse demon" has had its physiological structure completely altered.

The viewers in the live stream were already speechless.

[Help! This ASMR is amazing! I feel like my skull is crackling!]

[I turned the sound off, just reading the comments is scary!]

Is the host's mental fortitude made of iron? How can they listen to this without batting an eye? I would have peed my pants by now!

Berserker Dragon's face turned pale, but he stubbornly maintained his composure.

"Damn... this thing... it seems to be enjoying its meal... just hearing about it makes me a little hungry..."

The live chat was filled with "???" comments.

[Brother Long, something's wrong with you!]

[Quick! Someone go and give Brother Long a couple of sips of nutritional paste, don't let him watch anymore!]