The chill at the back of his head startled Qin Nuo.
He whipped around, but there was nothing behind him.
Splash...
He heard the sound of flowing water, and when Qin Nuo turned his head, he saw the TV was overflowing with blood, thick black blood continuously spilling out from the screen.
This scene, wasn't it exactly like the image on the TV?
The old man remained indifferent.
The terrifying injuries on his body made it hard to look directly at him.
"What is going on?" Qin Nuo asked with a frown.
"These are all illusions."
"If you leave the chair out of fear, it would be really bad." The Blood-Eyed Ghost warned.
"Calm down, that's what you need to do now!"
The Blood-Eyed Ghost's words snapped Qin Nuo back to reality. He looked up at the clock on the wall.
There were ten minutes left for the instance task.
Leaving the seat would mean failing the task, and it might even anger the old man, ending up like the couple in the TV.
In the TV, the couple's bodies were hanging from the ceiling fan, like cured meat, but what dripped down wasn't oil, it was black blood.
Perhaps because he kept staring at the TV, Qin Nuo felt the air around him becoming eerie.
A constant chill came from behind, as if a pair of hands were wrapping around his neck, ready to lift his head at any moment.
"Is the oil lamp not working because of the instance task?" Qin Nuo glanced at the still-burning wick.
The blood spilling from the TV had reached his feet, sticky and uncomfortable.
Gradually, Qin Nuo's mind inexplicably became restless and uneasy.
His eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall, each tick of the second hand felt like an eternity to Qin Nuo.
His body felt like it was being bitten by countless ants, making the urge to stand up and escape stronger and stronger.
In the TV, the ceiling fan was still spinning, but the two bloody corpses were gone.
Then, two bloody hands reached out from the TV, two naked, bloody bodies struggling to crawl out.
"The way to overcome fear is to face it head-on."
"The more fearless I appear, the less they can do, the more frustrated they become!"
With this thought, Qin Nuo straightened his neck, glaring at the two bloody figures coming towards him.
"If you have the guts, kill me!"
Qin Nuo even said this, not out of bravery, but to give himself some courage.
The bloody figures kept crawling towards Qin Nuo, intestines and organs dragging on the ground, but no matter how terrifying, they never touched Qin Nuo. ṙ
As for the other two guys, Qin Nuo didn't have the mind to worry about their physical condition.
Returning to the third floor of the dormitory building, Qin Nuo had just reached the staircase when he heard a dull thud.
It seemed like something had fallen.
Qin Nuo approached with the oil lamp, something in the darkness seemed to quickly leave upon seeing the spreading firelight.
No need to ask, it was those things in the dark.
Qin Nuo paused, stepping on a hand at his feet, he set down the oil lamp, revealing a headless corpse.
A head rolled over from the front.
"It's a player."
Qin Nuo murmured, looking at the caregiver uniform on the corpse.
Clearly, every night there were players without white candles or oil lamps, but not everyone was like the blond man, able to survive the night from the terrifying things in the nightmare.
This player was evidently strong too, but unfortunately, still fell short by over an hour, unable to last until dawn.
Qin Nuo returned to his room with the oil lamp.
The faint white light on the horizon gradually drove away the night.
The things in the darkness of the mental hospital gradually retreated.
Qin Nuo placed the oil lamp on the cabinet, then lay down, after a thrilling night, his exhausted body and mind quickly drifted into sleep...
...
At six, the clock on the wall chimed six times, and Qin Nuo opened his eyes.
The morning light pierced through the misty haze, flooding the room, the darkness completely driven away.
Qin Nuo got up and extinguished the oil lamp, after a night, the wick was half burned.
To be safe, if there's a chance to trigger a passive task today, Qin Nuo still hoped to acquire another oil lamp.
Although the night was a bit thrilling, there were gains as well.
But another clue said that there would be singing at night, why didn't he hear it last night?
Or was it somewhere else that he didn't hear?
Qin Nuo didn't have time to ponder these questions, the morning was tight, he got up, tidied his clothes, and prepared to go out.
Today, the caregiver's work was one thing.
There was another important matter.
And that was dealing with the guy who set him up!
The Multi-Faced Ghost couldn't escape responsibility, besides it, there should be other accomplices.
Qin Nuo didn't like to provoke others unless others provoked him.
If the Multi-Faced Ghost insisted on courting death, it couldn't blame him!