I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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"Seven people died before it even started."

Song Mo rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Inside the abandoned stone house in Wenshan Village, cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window.

Ah Yan was hanging upside down from the roof beam, taking her head off and throwing it around for fun.

The rat servant, dressed in a comical burial shroud, turned his back and grabbed a plump, juicy rat snake, chewing it voraciously. His beard trembled, and his mouth was covered in blood.

Song Mo glanced at it briefly before looking away.

In the three mirrored copies composed of ink-wash characters, the death toll finally stopped at the number "7".

The first mirror unit has not yet suffered any casualties.

In the second mirror image, although Lin Hao was ruthless and selfish, he also played a certain leading role.

As for the third mirror image, that would be a complete disaster.

Wang Lei was timid as a mouse, hiding in a corner like a turtle.

Three groups of people, three completely different attitudes.

It's clear that Suya's group wants to complete the task quickly and leave as soon as possible.

Many people in Lin Hao's group were pulled into the dungeon because they had no other choice. After calming down, they quickly accepted the reality of the dungeon.

Wang Lei's group, on the other hand, was completely resistant and did not believe in the existence of supernatural instances at all.

A group of people forced the bus to stop, then tried to walk around looking for clues to leave.

—Before they had gone very far, they were all hung up by the hanged ghosts and turned into dried meat.

Of the four survivors, there was a rich second-generation, a bullied girl, a finance guy who failed in his investments, and Wang Lei, who was half a paper effigy.

"In puzzle-solving scenarios, players need to complete tasks to obtain clues. The more players are killed, the greater the survival pressure for the surviving players."

Song Mo shook his head, not optimistic about this group.

There are five ghosts in the dungeon.

She placed the hanged ghost at the entrance of the instance to prevent players from hiding outside the village for seven days.

Of course, if players can survive the pursuit of the hanged ghosts until the end of the dungeon, that can also be considered a way to clear the dungeon.

Since it was a newly running instance, Song Mo had a slight headache, but not much.

Inside the instance, the first group was already searching for their luggage in the vehicle, preparing to enter Wenshan Village.

The second group was a little slower, but it was still running normally.

But the third group—

"what?"

Song Mo let out a whisper of interest.

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The bus was deathly silent. Outside the window, the wind and snow whistled. The body was blown about by the wind, and the instep of the body hit the glass with a muffled "bang".

The air was thick with a sour, foul odor.

—When a person is hanged, they will involuntarily lose control of their bladder and bowels.

But no matter how foul the smell was, the four people still alive in the car dared not leave.

Five minutes ago, this car was as noisy as a vegetable market.

A group of people didn't believe the so-called dungeon hints at all. Of course, some did believe them, but they were hoping for the best.

Jiang Chen didn't know who opened the car door first.

No one could see how that thing appeared.

On the snowy mountain road, everything was shrouded in mist. There was no village in sight and no shop in sight. All that could be seen was the winding shadow of the road.

The six people who left the bus to look for a signal and ask for help were all left hanging on the roof.

He could even hear the dull thud of something heavy hitting the roof of the car.

This is a power that neither humans nor animals can possess.

The four survivors huddled tightly in their seats, barely daring to breathe.

Jiang Chen licked his lips.

Having lived a life of luxury, he had tried all sorts of thrilling activities—nighttime car chases, skydiving, and deep-sea diving.

But seeing six corpses at once, the impact and excitement are absolutely incomparable to any "extreme sport".

This is not a game.

It wasn't a prank.

They could die at any moment.

A surge of even stronger excitement welled up in Jiang Chen's heart, his bones burning with excitement, so intense that his fingertips went numb.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the top of the car window.

A pair of feet dangled from the roof of the car.

A pair of feet wearing black sneakers, their insteps ramrod straight, gently tapping the car window with their toes.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

The rhythm is slow and gentle.

This is the first person who just went missing, a gambler who yelled, "Idiot live stream, I've lost hundreds of thousands betting on football and I'm not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

Then he became a corpse hanging on the roof of the car.

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Jiang Chen stared at those feet, his Adam's apple bobbing.

stimulate.

So exciting.

During those few minutes of blank space, he was even wondering what that thing that hung people up looked like.

Across from him sat a man in his thirties wearing a suit and tie that was askew. His name was Zhou Chang, and he said he had come in because he had made a wish after the stock market crash.

In the back row, at the very back, huddled a girl in a school uniform named Kang Xiaojia.

She curled herself up into a small ball, pulling her school uniform jacket over her head, leaving only her eyes showing.

In the last row and corner was a strange man wearing a hospital gown who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end.

When a group of people were clamoring to get off the bus, Jiang Chen felt something was off and didn't go.

Kang Xiaojia and Zhou Chang were afraid.

As for the strange guy in the last row, he completely ignored them, immersed in his own world.

"The driver ran away! What should we do now?"

Kang Xiaojia cried uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face: "I... I haven't finished my homework yet, I still have two English worksheets to do."

"Since you're going to Wenshan Village, you should keep driving forward."

Jiang Chen forced a smile and answered, his gaze lingering on Zhou Cang and Wang Lei: "Neither of you knows how to drive this old-fashioned bus?"

Zhou Chang shook his head blankly.

"Don't touch anything in the dungeon."

Wang Lei finally spoke, interrupting Jiang Chen with a trembling voice:

"Go to that village yourself if you want, I'm not going—anyway, as long as I hide and survive for seven days, I'll be fine. Don't go looking for death, yes, don't go looking for death."

This was the first time any of them had ever heard him speak.

Jiang Chen and Kang Xiaojia hadn't reacted yet.

Under immense pressure, Zhou Chang's spirit had collapsed. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Wang Lei by the collar, and questioned him in a somewhat neurotic manner:

"How do you know I can't touch it? Do you know something? Huh? Tell me, are you in cahoots with this idiot to frame me?! Talk to me!"

Surprisingly, he managed to lift Wang Lei, a grown man, up in one go.

"ah!!"

Kang Xiaojia let out a sharp scream, and the other two instinctively looked in the direction she was looking—

The loose hospital gown couldn't cover the exposed half of the paper-mache arm; beneath the thin paper skin were blood vessels and a skeleton resembling wheat straw.

"What the hell is that?!"

Zhou Chang shuddered in fright, throwing Wang Lei aside. The latter screamed and quickly cowered on the stool.

"Don't ask me! I don't know anything!"

"Please, please let me go! I promise I'll never take your things again!"

"Here's your gold back, here's your gold back, here's your gold back!"

Jiang Chen then noticed Wang Lei's unusual behavior. He exchanged a glance with Zhou Chang, and through a combination of coercion and threat, finally managed to get information about other instances.

"**!"

Zhou Chang's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly took a deep breath, his face displaying a strange expression that mixed excitement and greed.

"You mean, you really get paid as long as you complete the task?!"

"Yes, yes, the girl who went into the dungeon with me before became a professional gamer and gained superpowers!"

Wang Lei nodded, snot running down his nose to his chin:

"I'm not lying! Look at me, it's because of this dungeon that I became this damn thing!"

"In that case—"

Zhou Chang's mind immediately started working. He glanced at the silent Kang Xiaojia and Jiang Chen, and coughed:

"Since the dungeon requires us to go to Wenshan Village, it means there must be a way to avoid ghosts there. I want to go, what do you guys think?"

Jiang Chen naturally agreed.

Kang Xiaojia didn't dare raise her hand, and only asked weakly:

"The dungeon said that as long as we survive for seven days, we can get out, and that as long as the car keeps moving, we will be safe in the car... We can stay in the car until the seventh day."

None of them had considered this hypothesis.

You are safe while the vehicle is in motion.

Wang Lei's eyes lit up, and he also thought the suggestion was good.

But before he could speak, Zhou Chang, with red eyes, glared at him and stopped him.

Just then, a very faint sound came from outside the car window.

"Thump."

It was very light, like a snowball hitting the car.

The hairs on their heads stood on end as they realized they had been arguing for so long amidst the corpses and unknown ghosts.

Then a sound rang out.

"Crunch..."

"Crunch..."

It sounded like footsteps on snow, slow and deep, as if the bus was being walked around step by step.

From the rear of the car to the left side, from the left side to the front, and then from the front to the right side.

Circle after circle.

The group of children, like startled chicks, craned their necks to look outside.

Amidst the wind and snow, the mountain road twisted and turned, a vast expanse of white, with only a faint, swaying black shadow visible beside the car.

He wasn't the driver; he was a very tall man with a hunched back, and the sneakers he was wearing looked very familiar.

"!"

Jiang Chen's eyes widened suddenly, and he realized:

The knocking sounds on the car window hadn't been heard for a long time.

"Bang bang".

Someone knocked on the right-hand window.

The force wasn't great, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet snowy night.

A face was pressed against the glass.

His face was pale and bluish, his eyes were cloudy and yellowish, his lips were dark purple, his mouth was split from the corners to his ears, and his thick, long tongue was sticking out and hanging down on his chest, with the root of his tongue almost visible.

It was pressed against the glass, its flat nose pressed down, looking into the car.

It's the corpse of a player.