Yang Zhanbai, his face pale, stepped back and then bent down to check the gap under the door. Fortunately, the Level 14 door was tightly sealed, not even a sliver of light could escape.
“Our door... should be fine, right?”
Zhu Yan shook his head without answering.
Too eerie.
Even though he had seen many horrifying creatures before, Zhu Yan still felt a wave of nausea. He wiped the thin sweat from his forehead and scrolled through his phone.
A few minutes earlier, the player from across the hall had sent a message in the group:
“We refused. She’s being a bit relentless, doesn’t seem right.”
Someone replied: “How many levels of attacks can your door withstand? If she can’t break through, you should be fine.”
“I hope so. She seems to have given up.”
“Be careful, upstairs. I didn’t hear her footsteps leaving.”
“Huh?? It sounds like she’s saying you agreed?”
But the player across the hall suddenly panicked:
“No, no! Holy crap!!”
That was his last message. Below, people kept asking:
“What’s wrong?”
“Where are you? I’m easily scared—don’t mess with me. What’s wrong?”
“Did the horror creature get in? Did something happen to him?”
Zhu Yan gripped his phone, his gaze fixed.
Soon, the player from across sent another message. It was just as panicked as the last, but Zhu Yan felt something was off.
“Save me!! That horror creature is after me again, save me!!”
Again? What did he mean by “again”?
“Look,” Qi Yinming suddenly said.
He seemed even more panicked than Zhu Yan, sweat matting a strand of hair to his forehead as he stared unblinkingly at the mirror.
The door across the hall opened from the inside.
Strangely, the female player from before was nowhere to be seen. A male player rushed out in a panic, stumbling to the door of Room 303 and pounding on it.
“Save me! Brothers, I’m being haunted by a horror creature, save me!”
The door Zhu Yan had bought was very thick. The young man’s fists thumped against it, producing only a dull, muffled sound.
“Save me! Please, don’t just stand by!”
By now, everyone in the dorm could see something was wrong.
The tone, the cadence... It was exactly like the girl who had turned into human skin earlier!
It wasn’t so much a young man knocking as it was a horror creature wearing a new skin!
Yang Zhanbai was so frightened he crouched down again to check the crack under the door.
“Is this some kind of looping curse?”
After confirming the door had no gaps, he stood up and poured himself a glass of cold water to calm his nerves.
“Is this a curse, or some kind of body-snatching horror creature?”
Chen Zhaoxing squinted his eyes, while Xu Tongguang, Yuan Chen, and Qin Yang stood together, trembling in fear.
Only Qi Yinming shook his head seriously and said, “I’m not sure. More likely a horror creature.”
The young man kept pounding on their door.
Zhu Yan stared at the mirror, watching the vivid image of the player reflected there, and frowned slightly.
To him, one thing seemed especially odd.
If that girl could turn into human skin and slip through the door crack, why had she wasted so much time knocking?
It couldn’t just be out of malice, could it?
What advantage was there in over-alerting the players?
“Brother Zhu, should we ask this guy what’s going on?” Qin Yang swallowed hard. “After all, our door is sturdy...”
Zhu Yan shook his head: “No, it’s not that simple.”
He glanced at Qin Yang and slowly explained his reasoning:
“I think this thing might need some kind of ‘permission’ to enter, or it triggers some kind of mechanism.”
“Maybe it can enter if the people inside agree, or if they refuse it—it still gets in.”
Zhu Yan wanted to use his ‘Remote Grasp’ skill to pull something from outside the door, but unfortunately, the Level 14 door was impervious to it.
“I think the best approach is to stay silent for now,” Zhu Yan concluded, feeling a bit regretful.
He remembered that body-snatching fog.
That fog was Level 0, and after snatching a body, it would match the host’s level.
He wondered what this thing was, what level it had, and what its traits were.
He also wondered if that book, Coexisting with Forbidden Things, might have the answers—it was gathering dust in his ring.
Zhu Yan sighed.
“Let’s ignore it for now. Let it try other doors and see what happens.”
The young man kept pounding on the door.
But a Level 14 door was absurdly sturdy. Using all his strength, his fists turned red, but the door didn’t even tremble, and the sound remained muffled and dull, nothing like the loud, clear banging on other doors.
Defeated, the young man stopped.
In the mirror, he took a step back, his tear-streaked face instantly turning blank.
“That’s terrifying,” Yang Zhanbai commented. “Brother Zhu, if he really gets in, can I borrow your Level 8 blade?”
“What do you plan to do?”
Yang Zhanbai let out a cold laugh: “Fight it to the death, of course. If I die, just put up a gravestone for me.”
Good heavens.
Zhu Yan felt like hitting him: “Do you have to say this at a time like this?”
In the mirror, the young man tilted his head.
He tilted it too far, and Zhu Yan heard a faint crack—his neck bone had broken into two under the skin. One piece of bone poked against the skin, forming a noticeable lump.
Zhu Yan raised his military saber.
But the young man just stared coldly at the door of Room 303 for a while, then used both hands to twist his neck back into place and walked away step by step.
Zhu Yan barely caught what he muttered:
“Just as I thought... tough to deal with...”
Oh?
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just as I thought,” meaning it was expected.
What was going on? Why would this thing say “just as I thought”?
Room 303 wasn’t famous enough for that.
Zhu Yan thought of the fog upstairs and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
This thing wasn’t the fog, of course.
But the fog couldn’t be completely eradicated.
Could it have tipped this thing off?
The young man continued wailing and knocked on the next door.
“Open up, please! Save me, I beg you!”
The people next door did the same as Zhu Yan’s group—they stayed silent.
“He’ll probably move on to the next room, right?” Qi Yinming asked.
The young man stopped again.
But in the mirror, unlike last time, he didn’t leave or step back to observe. Instead, he stretched his face into a wide, stiff smile.
Then he crouched down, his body rapidly shriveling, his throat rolling out muffled, indistinct murmurs:
“Silence counts as permission too...”
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
