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

Finally, the sounds of eating from next door gradually subsided.

The hunchbacked old man's footsteps sounded again.

He seemed to have tidied up the "tableware," came out, and closed the door.

The footsteps disappeared down the stairs.

Lancet then stood up and walked to the window to observe.

The windows were covered with thick, yellowed, and blackened oil paper, making it impossible to see anything outside.

She stretched out her finger and carefully poked a small hole in the corner of the window paper.

A cold, damp mountain wind, carrying the smell of decaying vegetation, immediately swept in.

She peered into the cave entrance and saw that the inn was built on the edge of a cliff.

Outside the window was a bottomless, pitch-black abyss.

The thick night fog, like bubbling milk, rose continuously from the abyss, threatening to engulf the entire inn.

I can't see anything.

But Lancet did not give up.

She quietly pushed the window open slightly, peeked out, adjusted her angle, and looked along the outer wall of the inn towards the window of the next room.

The window next door was also sealed with oil paper, but perhaps due to years of disrepair, the edges of the oil paper were torn, revealing a rather large gap.

In that slit, the lancet saw a glimmer of light.

It was neither lamplight nor candlelight.

Instead, it emitted a green, phosphorescent glow.

The light was flickering from inside the room, as if something was breathing.

Lancet's pupils contracted slightly, remaining motionless in a spying posture.

Suddenly, a face appeared in the gap.

A swollen, bluish-black face was suddenly pressed against the oil paper on the window.

Its eyes were tightly closed, and its face was expressionless. It just pressed itself tightly against the paper, as if trying to squeeze through the thin layer of oil paper and emerge.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Its head slammed heavily against the window.

The entire wooden inn trembled slightly.

[Aaaaaaah! Making a funny face! High-energy warning!]

[Holy crap! I was so scared I threw my helmet away! Spying never brings good!]

The live stream was instantly flooded with "Holy crap" and "Ahhh!" comments.

The moment Liu Yedao saw that face, he quickly retreated and left the window.

Her heartbeat quickened noticeably, but not out of fear.

It was because she saw a detail on that face.

There was a small, healed hole between the eyebrows of that face.

Like it was drilled out.

Her forensic expertise told her that this was an ancient form of torture called "opening the third eye."

Using a special drill, a hole is drilled between the eyebrows of a living person or a recently deceased person, damaging a specific area of ​​the brain, causing them to lose consciousness and their soul to leave the body.

However, this was probably done to make the corpse easier to manipulate.

Combined with the sounds heard earlier and the hunchbacked old man's feeding behavior.

A complete "corpse refining" process gradually took shape in Liu Yedao's mind.

These "goods" transported by the corpse-driving team were "raw materials".

They were sent to this corpse inn, where the hunchbacked old man processed and refined them, eventually turning them into more ferocious and aggressive "corpse demons" that needed to be fed with blood.

As for what to do with it after it's made...

Liu Yedao frowned, forcing himself to calm down.

Now, the environment she is in is no longer a simple haunted inn.

The hunchbacked old man was no ordinary innkeeper.

We must proceed with caution.

Lancet looked around the small, cold room and for the first time felt a sense of unease.

No weapons.

No support.

The only item, the Soul-Capturing Bell, still has unknown usage and effects.

Her enemies include not only a living, unfathomable person, but also a room full of... "guests" whose exact number and strength are unknown.

The sky was still pitch black.

There are at least three hours of game time until dawn.

How is she going to spend those three hours?

Lancet retreated to the corner, dragged the only chair over, and blocked the doorway.

Then, she slowly sat down with her back against the wall.

A pair of cold eyes stared intently at the flimsy wooden door in the darkness, letting time pass by.

The "guest" next door stopped moving after bumping into the window.

There was no sound coming from downstairs.

It was as if everything before was just an illusion.

……

The sky outside the window finally began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The thick night fog began to slowly dissipate.

The biting chill in the mountain wind had also diminished considerably.

Its daybreak.

The lancet, whose nerves had been taut all night, finally began to relax a little.

Based on past experience, ghosts and monsters are greatly restricted during the day.

She is safe for now.

She stood up and stretched her somewhat stiff limbs.

Just then.

"Tap, tap, tap."

There was a knock on the door.

Liu Yedao's body tensed up instantly, his sharp gaze fixed on the door.

Outside the door came the hoarse voice of the hunchbacked old man.

"Sir, breakfast is served."

breakfast?

Liu Yedao stared coldly at the door, which was blocked by a chair.

After everything that happened last night, she simply couldn't believe that this hunchbacked old man would be so kind.

There's definitely something wrong with this "breakfast".

"Sir?"

Seeing no response from inside, the hunchbacked old man's voice rang out again, urging them on.

The lancet did not respond.

She walked to the door, moved the chair aside, but did not open the door.

Instead, he peered out through the crack in the door again.

In the corridor, the hunchbacked old man stood at her door.

He was hunched over, his face still bearing that dull, numb expression.

He held a rough earthenware bowl in his hands.

In the bowl, there was a bowl of steaming hot... rice?

The rice was pure white, with plump grains, and looked perfectly normal.

But the lancet's gaze fell on the surface of the rice.

It was covered with a thin layer of pale yellow oil.

A unique fragrance drifted in through the crack in the door.

The aroma initially smelled somewhat like lard mixed with herbs.

But upon closer inspection, one can discern a very faint stench beneath that "fragrance".

The viewers in the live stream also saw the bowl of rice through the camera lens.

This food...it looks so oily!

"Damn, this smell is so weird. I can almost smell it even with my helmet on. It's making me feel nauseous."

【DO NOT BE BE BE! This is absolutely your last meal before you die!】

Berserker Dragon Bro went straight into cursing.

"Damn! That old bastard's up to no good! He's definitely got something in this food!"

"Feeding corpses last night, feeding living people today..."

"What's he trying to do? Turn the streamer into a 'guest' too?"