Ye Shuang reached out and pushed open the door to another room—
The setup was nearly identical to the one Bai Yuyou had encountered earlier: a hospital bed covered with a white sheet, a hand sticking out, clutching a key.
"The key…" Ye Shuang shone his flashlight on it, immediately spotting the key gripped by the corpse.
He didn’t reach out to grab it right away, instead circling the bed and stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm… following the usual tropes, the zombie under the sheet should jump up and scare me now, followed by a chase sequence, right?"
The staff member lying under the sheet: "…"
Seriously?
Are we doing this or not?
Ye Shuang reached for the key, and the moment he grabbed it, the staff member followed the script, abruptly sitting up with a roar, "Raaah! Raaah!!"
"Kinda smelly, bro. Did you brush your teeth today?" Ye Shuang wasn’t fazed at all, grinning as if this was nothing new.
"Uh… yeah, I did." The staff member instinctively exhaled into his palm and sniffed, but detected no odor.
When he looked up again, Ye Shuang had already vanished.
Staff member: "…"
Huh? ↗
By then, Ye Shuang had reached the door leading to the second floor. Unlocking it with the key, he heard the delayed growls of the staff member charging toward him.
"Alright." Ye Shuang casually shut the door behind him.
The second floor was just as dilapidated, but a faint flickering light in the distance illuminated a sign that read [Morgue].
"What kind of hospital puts the morgue on the second floor?" Ye Shuang scoffed at the haunted house’s questionable logic before spotting a fresh piece of paper near the entrance—identical to the one downstairs.
[Find the keycard to reunite with your partner on the third floor!]
[Warning: Do not enter the morgue!]
"So, the keycard’s in the morgue?" Ye Shuang had already guessed the gimmick, but the dark, foreboding entrance to the morgue didn’t exactly inspire enthusiasm.
Still…
Bai Yuyou was waiting on the third floor. Might as well keep going.
Flashlight in hand, Ye Shuang made his way toward the morgue, the occasional banging and growling from nearby doors adding an oppressive tension, as if something might burst out at any moment.
"No wonder that couple looked so pale. Just wandering around with a flashlight like this would be too much for most people."
As he reached the morgue entrance, an electronic lock blocked his path.
[Enter a two-digit passcode.]
[Tip: The code might be written in one of the rooms. Or you could just guess starting from 01!]
Two digits? Guess?
Might as well take a shot.
Just as he considered this, several doors behind him suddenly burst open!
Shadowy figures—zombies—emerged, arms outstretched, slowly closing in with guttural growls. "Raaah…"
Dun-dun-dun!
"Okay, that’s actually pretty scary…" Ye Shuang’s lips twitched. The electronic lock demanded a guess, but the zombies were inching closer.
This haunted house must have a huge budget, hiring so many zombies.
He focused on the lock—
[Item: Electronic Lock
Based on button wear, the code might be: 03?]
Ye Shuang tried it. Incorrect.
Then, as if realizing something, he entered 30. The morgue door clicked open.
Behind him, the zombies roared and lunged, as if determined to tackle him.
Ye Shuang slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
"Whew, that was intense." The zombies continued pounding on the door. Even knowing they were just staff, the dread lingered—like watching a horror movie, where logic doesn’t stop the chills.
"Keycard." Ye Shuang scanned the morgue. It was small, with five beds, each draped in white sheets, only the pale, bluish feet exposed.
So… peel back each sheet?
"Clever."
"Hope Bai Yuyou isn’t too scared…"
——
Meanwhile, in the control room:
"Hey, why’d you just hand the key to that girl? So unprofessional!"
"And you—since when do zombies worry about bad breath? She tricked you into sniffing your hand!"
The manager watched the monitors as Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou breezed into the second floor, barking orders into his walkie-talkie. "The guy’s in the morgue. What about the girl?"
"Just reached the second floor," came the reply.
"Good. The guy’s got nerves of steel, but at least scare the girl into crying."
"Copy that."
Bai Yuyou stood on the second floor, examining her surroundings until she found the same note.
"Do not enter the morgue." She nodded in understanding and began searching other rooms.
Inside, staff members lay in wait, motionless until the electronic lock triggered their attack.
After combing through several rooms, Bai Yuyou found only one clue:
[06]
"Where to go… morgue… can’t enter…" She murmured, recalling the warning.
Then, as if struck by an idea, she entered another room.
A "zombie" sat stiffly in a chair, unresponsive—until Bai Yuyou crouched in front of him, knees hugged to her chest, staring silently.
Staff member: "…"
Bai Yuyou: "…"
"Do you know… where I should go?" she finally asked.
The staff member remained still.
Undeterred, she moved to the next room, where another "zombie" slumped against the wall.
Again, she crouched before it, gazing intently.
Staff member: "…"
"Hello. Do you know… the way?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”