"Wuwu~"
"Wawa~"
"Yingying~"
After the bell tolled, Su Yang faintly heard sounds resembling the crying of young children and the sobbing of women.
Various weeping sounds intertwined.
Ren Lingxi naturally heard them too. She trembled all over, hugging Su Yang and saying, "Brother Su Yang, I... I... I suddenly don't dare to play anymore. These sounds are too terrifying."
"There's no other way. We can't get out until we finish the tasks."
"How can this 'medium horror' level be so scary? It's a hundred times more frightening than the escape room I played with friends two years ago."
Su Yang smiled helplessly. "They're all just NPCs acting, deliberately creating an atmosphere. It's fine."
After calming down for a couple of minutes in the passage, Su Yang squeezed past Ren Lingxi, stood up, and cautiously peered out.
This time, no ghastly pale face jumped out to scare him. He looked around; this room was just an ordinary chamber.
Inside the dimly lit room was a wooden bed, a dressing table, and an old-fashioned rosewood wardrobe.
Su Yang was the first to climb out of the underground passage. Then, he grabbed Ren Lingxi's hand and pulled her out.
The entrance on this side of the passage had a cover identical to the floor tiles, matching the size of the opening.
Su Yang moved the cover over the entrance to prevent any more ghosts from popping out to scare people.
After covering the entrance, he looked around again and saw the room's main door right next to the wardrobe.
"Let's go."
He said, taking Ren Lingxi's hand and heading to the room's door. After opening it, he didn't rush out but first peeked left and right.
Outside was a corridor connecting to three or four other rooms.
"Wuwuwu~"
The sound of a young child crying came from the room next door.
Su Yang couldn't be bothered to deal with it. With only an hour left, he had to quickly seal the Zhao family and then find a way to regroup with Meng Wenzhou and the others.
The others should still be in the factory; as long as they wanted to find them, they could.
He pulled Ren Lingxi out of the room and checked the other rooms along the corridor one by one. None of the doors indicated which was the master bedroom.
This meant he had to open every room to check. Generally, the largest and most well-decorated room should be the master bedroom.
The two arrived at the door of the adjacent room. Su Yang pushed it open and looked inside.
This room also had a bed, but no wardrobe. Its structure was simple, empty, and very dark.
"Probably not this one," he said, closing the door before going to check the next room.
After checking several rooms in a row, none seemed to fit the description of a master bedroom.
They arrived at the innermost room of the corridor—the source of the child's crying.
Standing at the door now, the crying was even clearer, eerily unsettling.
Su Yang took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Inside was similarly dim, but the moment the door opened, the crying abruptly stopped.
He peered in. This room also didn't look like a master bedroom; it didn't even have a bed, only a wooden table and a small bookshelf, looking more like a study.
"Hey? Where on earth is it?"
"Wait." Su Yang suddenly thought of something as he spoke.
"What's wrong?" Ren Lingxi asked, sticking close to Su Yang.
"After looking through all these rooms, the one that currently fits the master bedroom best is actually the room we came out of."
"That room didn't seem like it."
"That room is currently the most master-bedroom-like one we've seen. Plus, it has a secret passage. It's highly possible the male head of the Zhao family had it made for secret rendezvous with a lover. Yes, that's it, come on!"
Su Yang said, pulling Ren Lingxi back towards the previous room.
They quickly reached the room's door, but it was now closed.
And from inside came intermittent, low sobs of a woman.
"Cry, cry, cry, cry your sister out! I'll seal you!" Su Yang said, taking out his pouch and pulling out another talisman paper.
Just as he was about to stick the talisman on the door, it suddenly creaked open on its own.
"Holy crap!" Su Yang was startled by the sudden opening and took a step back.
Ren Lingxi quickly hid behind him.
Su Yang raised his flashlight and shone it into the room. Nothing had changed much.
But when he shone the light on the entrance cover on the floor, he saw the cover he had just placed was now open again.
"Damn it."
Su Yang couldn't worry about that now. He stepped forward, wanting to pull the door shut, but it seemed stuck. No matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.
As he was pulling, Ren Lingxi shouted, "Brother Su Yang! A ghost!"
"Where?" Su Yang quickly turned to look. On the previously empty bed now sat a female ghost in white, her head bowed, long hair disheveled and covering her face.
Combined with the room's dark, gloomy atmosphere, this scene appeared exceptionally eerie and horrifying.
Su Yang glanced at the female ghost; she was slowly rising.
He had no time to think. He hurriedly tried to pull the door.
But the door just wouldn't move. Gritting his teeth, he mustered all his strength and gave one final, forceful yank.
Crack~
A crisp sound echoed as the door's latch snapped clean off.
"Oh, shit!"
At that moment, the female ghost in white slowly raised her head. Although her hair covered her face, glimpses of her ghastly pale, twisted features could still be seen through the gaps in the disheveled strands.
This was probably the same female ghost that had scared Ren Lingxi earlier.
Su Yang swiftly pulled the door shut. Although the latch was broken, it could still barely stay upright.
He took out the talisman paper, dabbed a bit of saliva on it, quickly stuck it on the door, and shouted, "Don't come any closer! I've already put up a talisman!"
After saying that, he grabbed Ren Lingxi and ran quickly.
They had just run to the wall at the entrance of the front hall when they abruptly stopped again.
In the spacious hall, six motionless men—no, male ghosts—were sitting facing each other.
The six male ghosts had pale faces, their eyes staring fixedly ahead, sitting unnaturally straight. Accompanied by the background music's build-up, they looked truly terrifying and bizarre.
Su Yang swallowed hard and whispered, "Lingxi, get behind me. I'll carry you on my back."
"Huh?"
"Look in the hall."
Ren Lingxi hid by the wall and peeked, her eyes instantly widening.
Su Yang quickly put his index finger to his lips. "Shh! Keep your voice down. We have to go through here to get to the backyard."
"So I'm guessing as soon as we start walking past, they'll probably chase us. You're slow, so it'll be faster if I carry you."
"Oh, oh, okay... okay."
[Ding, detected Ren Lingxi's favorability towards the host has increased to: 40, reward 3 million.]

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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?"