I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The door, seemingly made of bronze, was heavy, rusted, and cold, exuding an ancient aura. It was half-open, as if it could be pushed open by hand.

There are patterns and unidentified characters on the door, which make one's scalp tingle just by staring at them, as if the characters and patterns are wriggling.

The mist seeping from the crack in the door was hazy, yet it seemed to contain a rainbow-like radiance, arousing curiosity.

Just looking at the door, Old Eggplant felt a strange sensation, instinctively feeling fear and dread, yet his curiosity drew him to push it open and peek into its secrets.

After thinking about it, since Lu Ban asked me to download it, I definitely wouldn't harm him.

Besides, it's just a game.

Old Eggplant then pushed open the door.

In his field of vision, grayish-white text faintly appeared, forming something resembling a system description.

Welcome to the Silent Land. Complete the mission and experience an extraordinary life.

The words appeared and disappeared, and then, what appeared in front of Old Eggplant were words that seemed familiar.

Fellow travelers

Do you feel lonely on your way home at night? Don't be afraid, I'm here with you.

[Friends Under the Bed]

After living together for so many years, say hello to your good neighbor—I'm talking about the one under the bed.

The alleyway from which there is no turning back

Legend has it that in this bustling neighborhood, there's a one-way alleyway from which there's no turning back. Be brave and walk through it!

Three paragraphs of text appeared in Old Eggplant's field of vision, becoming the only light in the darkness.

Old Eggplant frowned.

He thought about it carefully and realized that the "friend under the bed" looked somewhat familiar.

"Isn't this the video of Lu Ban that first went viral?"

Old Eggplant slapped his thigh.

Could it be that this new game is a compilation of Lu Ban's previous works, allowing players to experience them firsthand?

He couldn't help but quit the game, take off his helmet, and browse the internet.

Lu Ban's video is still there, and it has already been viewed tens of millions of times. Old Eggplant didn't block the bullet comments, so when he opened it, there was a dense barrage of bullet comments, with a bunch of comments like "Congratulations on discovering the treasure of the site" covering the screen.

Old Eggplant turned off the bullet comments and watched the video carefully.

"Indeed, this is Lu Ban's very first video. Now you want me to experience it in the game?"

Thinking about this, Old Eggplant suddenly felt hopeful.

"Now that I have videos as a guide, I can definitely see more things, and maybe even discover some details?"

"If this video can be made into a game, then can't other videos be made into one too?"

"Can I go to the ruined capital, the wasteland, the Night Kingdom, and the island?"

"Does this mean I can save Hongye and Hu Po?"

Old Eggplant immediately became excited.

However, judging from the game's description, he still needs to complete the one in front of him first.

Old Eggplant watched the video again, enduring the chill that made him feel like he was actually there, and put on his helmet.

"There are three missions to choose from. I'll definitely choose the one with a walkthrough. I just don't know if this is a one-time choice or if I can replay it later?"

Many games with branching storylines allow players to save and replay the game to obtain the complete story. But Old Eggplant noticed that the game doesn't seem to have a save function.

"They said you can only choose it after you've finished the game? Oh well, whatever, I'll just play first."

Thinking this through, Old Eggplant chose "Friends Under the Bed".

In an instant, the starry sky around Old Eggplant dimmed, and he felt as if he were being swept up by a vortex, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. When the dust settled, his feet touched the ground again, and Old Eggplant found himself in a room.

The room contains a bed, a wardrobe, a table, a computer, a chair, and there seem to be scattered lights outside the balcony.

Old Eggplant checked the bed; it was just an ordinary bed. The computer was on, but not connected to the internet, and there were no files on it, only some ordinary horror movies. Old Eggplant fast-forwarded through them, and they were no different from what he expected.

He opened the balcony door and looked outside. It looked like a residential area; he could hear noises from people's activities, and it felt very lively.

Old Eggplant tried calling out twice, but there was no response.

It was still very noisy, yet it gave him an eerie feeling.

Old Eggplant arrived at the door. He opened the door, and the living room and bathroom were normal. Old Eggplant turned on the tap, and cool water gathered in his hands. He washed his face, and everything seemed real. He looked at himself in the mirror.

The old eggplant in the mirror did indeed have his face, but it looked slightly haggard and pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Old Eggplant rubbed his eyes and saw that his complexion seemed to have become a little rosier in the mirror.

He felt relieved.

When Old Eggplant arrived at the security door of the house, he tried to open it, but found that the door seemed to be locked and he couldn't turn the handle at all.

It seems this mission can only be carried out within this room.

"I was lying in bed at midnight, and I still have more than an hour left, which should be used for my investigation."

Old Eggplant went back into the house.

His eyes first fell on the wardrobe.

The wardrobe door was tightly closed, and it seemed that it would take some effort to open it.

Old Eggplant arrived at the wardrobe door and gently opened it.

Inside were some clothes. Old Eggplant picked up two pieces; they felt ordinary.

Just then, he was shocked to discover that there seemed to be an eye among the pile of clothes!

Holy crap!

Old Eggplant shivered from head to toe, instinctively dropping the clothes in his hands. He took two steps back and slumped onto the bed, but his eyes remained fixed on the open wardrobe, unable to look away.

The clothes he threw out covered the eye, which only made Old Eggplant even more frightened.

He felt his heart pounding wildly, the thumping sound echoing in his ears. Old Eggplant's mind went blank; he didn't know what to do.

Gasping for breath, sweat beading on his forehead, Old Eggplant finally came to his senses. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he reached for the garment, revealing the spot where he had just seen the eyes.

The moment Old Eggplant saw the eyes, his heart skipped a beat. But soon, he realized that the eyes were just a print on a sweatshirt, a figure that looked like it was staring at him in the dark.

"What...?"

Old Eggplant breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly covered the eyes with his clothes and closed the wardrobe door.

After taking a while to calm himself down, Old Eggplant thought about the content of the video again.

In the video, there seems to be something under the bed.

"Under the bed..."

Old Eggplant, sitting on the bed, looked down at his legs and the gap between the bed and the floor.

His curiosity was piqued.

Chapter 754 Insect Leg

When I was a child, I was also curious about what was under the bed. Back then, there were usually gaps under the bed frame where parents would put boxes and chests. These occasional gaps were what made me, as a child, very curious.

He also clearly remembers that when he was a child, he once saw a spider on the wall. He wanted to kill it with a newspaper, but the agile spider managed to escape and get under the bed.

After that, Old Eggplant's fear of the area under the bed deepened. He always had the worry that a spider was hiding under the bed and might crawl up and crawl into his ear at any time. This fear lasted for a long time until he grew up and it was relieved.

Now, Old Eggplant's beds all have enclosed bottoms, which makes him feel more secure.

In the game, he couldn't help but bend down and peek under the bed.

As his gaze gradually turned toward the dark underside of the bed, Old Eggplant's heartbeat quickened.

Just as his gaze moved past the shoes and landed on the heel.

A hairy insect leg quickly shrank back into the shadows.

"!!!"

Old Eggplant felt his heart skip a beat.

Although the image of the worm's leg was fleeting, Old Eggplant saw it clearly, even knowing exactly how many hairs were on that dark leg.

When people are subjected to extreme stimulation, they will inexplicably remember things they would never normally notice. For example, when being disciplined by their parents, they will remember what was broadcast on TV that day, or when they are involved in a car accident, they will remember the color of the clothes of the pedestrians across the street. This is also a self-protective mechanism of the brain, which weakens the person's impression of the stimulating scene, so as not to produce severe stress.

Old Eggplant was clearly in this state at this point.

As he shuddered, he jumped up and quickly pulled his legs back onto the bed. He dared not look down, afraid that he would see something terrifying hiding under the bed.

Even sitting on the bed, Old Eggplant was paranoid, worried that something under the bed might overturn the bed board or attack him through the mattress.

He stood on the bed, restless and uneasy.

"What should we do?"

Old Eggplant watched the wall clock tick closer and closer to midnight, and she was still standing on the bed like a little girl, too afraid to get out of bed, and she was getting a little anxious.

Swallowing hard, Old Eggplant steeled his resolve.

"It's just a game anyway, if I die I can just start over."

He jumped off the bed and rushed to the wall, staring intently at the space under the bed.

In that dark corner, there was nothing but the shadows cast by the lamplight.

Old Eggplant crouched down, his gaze continuing to peer inside.

Reason told him that continuing to look inside might lead to some bad things, but curiosity drove Old Eggplant to keep looking.

Soon, Old Eggplant saw the light on the other side of the bed.

He looked over there, almost lying down. The space under the bed was empty, with nothing but dust.

"Is it just my imagination?"