Hotel, fifth floor.
In the dimly lit hallway, a dark shadow stretched across the wall, slowly creeping toward Room 502.
Knock… knock… knock…
A heavy knocking sound echoed.
Hidden inside her blanket fortress, Wang Tingting’s palm suddenly burned hot. The cinnabar on the talisman in her hand dulled slightly.
“Who is it?”
Wang Tingting’s heart leaped into her throat, her entire body trembling like a sieve. Her terrified eyes fixed on the door, fearing something sinister would burst in.
“It’s me. Open the door.”
Chen Dalei’s voice came from outside.
Wang Tingting’s tense nerves relaxed. She turned on the light, and the sudden brightness made her blink uncomfortably.
“Wait a second, I’ll open it right away.”
She shuffled quickly to the door in her slippers and turned the handle.
Creak—
The door opened.
A shadow loomed over Wang Tingting as a thick, metallic stench of blood assaulted her senses.
“Ah—!”
A shrill scream reverberated through the hallway.
“Where’s my skin? Have you seen my skin?”
Chen Dalei’s body, now skinned, was a gory mess. His stomach had been slit open—just like Ma Yue—his organs hollowed out, leaving only his intestines dragging on the floor.
The horrific sight nearly scared Wang Tingting to death on the spot.
“My skin… I need your skin…”
Chen Dalei raised a blood-drenched hand and lunged at her.
“No! Stay away!”
Wang Tingting screamed in terror. In her panic, she threw the talisman she had been clutching tightly onto Chen Dalei’s body.
The now-demonic Chen Dalei let out a howl of agony as the talisman stuck to his rotting flesh, rapidly burning it to ashes.
Instead, Chen Dalei’s screams grew increasingly tormented.
His face twisted grotesquely, his features peeling off one by one until his entire visage was no longer human.
“AAAAAH—!”
His flesh followed, sloughing off to reveal a bloody skeleton. Finally, his entire body collapsed into a pile of putrid sludge right in front of Wang Tingting.
Having witnessed the entire horrifying process, Wang Tingting couldn’t take it anymore—her head lolled forward as she fainted from sheer terror.
Ghosts are terrifying!
But the process of a ghost being destroyed is even more terrifying!
———
Meanwhile, in Room 301.
One man and two women were tangled in debauchery.
Wen Yi, who had previously suffered an injury to his “root,” had spent a fortune in the shop to buy a recovery potion. Now, he was full of vigor, his energy unrelenting, while Zhou Ya and Huang Lina sobbed tearfully beneath him.
“Brother Wen Yi, you’re amazing…”
Huang Lina’s face was flushed like a peach, her once-innocent and cute features now tinged with seduction. Her eyes glinted with allure as she traced a finger along Wen Yi’s upturned fox-like eyes, smiling coyly.
“Your face is so handsome… Why don’t you give it to me?”
Wen Yi smirked, not slowing his pace as he thrust into her. “Little lady, I make a living with this face. If I gave it to you, wouldn’t I become shameless?”
Huang Lina’s coquettish expression stiffened slightly—she hadn’t expected this man to remain so clear-headed under her charm.
“Brother Wen Yi, I was just joking. Can’t you humor me and say yes?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting playfully—but in the next second, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Wen Yi’s face.
“I like women,” Wen Yi said coolly, his once-alluring fox eyes now icy with indifference. “But not greedy ones.”
Huang Lina’s mouth gaped open as she coughed up mouthfuls of blood, splattering across Wen Yi’s firm, muscular chest.
Her neck had been slit open—flesh torn, bones severed—leaving only a thin strip of skin barely keeping her head attached to her body.
“What a shame,” Wen Yi sighed. “I wasn’t done enjoying myself yet.”
He placed a hand over Huang Lina’s eyes, closing them—shutting away her lifeless, unseeing gaze.
“Mr… Mr. Wen…”
Zhou Ya, who had been watching from the side, was utterly terrified, her soul nearly fleeing her body.
Players could kill other players—but none dared to do so openly.
Wen Yi’s actions sent chills down Zhou Ya’s spine.
This man was a madman.
“Miss Zhou, you saw everything. Should I kill you to silence you as well?”
Wen Yi wiped away the blood splattered on his face with his fingers, his bloodthirsty eyes gleaming with dark intent.
“N-no! Please spare me! I won’t tell anyone!” Zhou Ya trembled violently as she pleaded.
Wen Yi smiled faintly. “Miss Zhou is such a smart woman. How could I bear to kill someone so intelligent?”
Zhou Ya shivered even harder—this man was far more dangerous and terrifying than any ghost.
“Wen… Yi… Brother…”
On the bed, Huang Lina suddenly opened her eyes.
She sat up stiffly, her nearly severed neck causing her head to loll grotesquely, held on by nothing but a thin strip of skin.
Blood—endless blood—gushed from the gaping wound like a fountain, drenching her head in crimson. Her face, drenched in blood, twisted with hatred as she glared at him, her voice hoarse and grating:
“Why did you kill me?”
“Why did you kill me?”
“Why did you kill me?”
Her resentment reached its peak. Her naked body contorted into an unnatural pose on the bed, her head hanging upside down from her neck like a grotesque fleshy orb.
Wen Yi hadn’t expected Huang Lina to transform into a vengeful spirit so quickly. Without hesitation, he took advantage of Zhou Ya’s stunned state—shoving her forward as a human shield.
Squelch—
Huang Lina’s hand pierced straight through Zhou Ya’s chest. Warm blood sprayed across Wen Yi’s face.
Seizing the brief distraction, Wen Yi bolted for the door and sprinted out of the room.
“Wen Yi… why did you push me…?”
In the hallway, Zhou Ya’s ghost blocked his path.
A gaping hole had been torn through her chest, blood oozing out in a steady stream. Her eyes burned with overwhelming resentment, filled with utter unwillingness.
“Brother Wen Yi… why did you kill me?”
Behind him, Huang Lina’s ghost had also caught up. Her body clung to the hallway ceiling, her upside-down head glaring down at him with ghastly white eyes, radiating a bone-chilling gaze.
Front and rear—both paths were blocked.
Wen Yi glanced at the elevator beside him and instantly thought of something.
He frantically pressed the button.
Ding—
This time, the elevator doors opened immediately, without hesitation.
But the scene inside made Wen Yi’s face pale.
The elevator was smeared with blood—Ma Yue’s corpse had reappeared.
The steel cables above violently shook, the noose around Ma Yue’s neck tightening until his head was completely severed. His body thudded heavily to the ground, a dull impact echoing through the elevator. His lone head rolled out, stopping at Wen Yi’s feet.
A cold, lifeless voice spoke:
“Wen Yi… my skin is gone… can I have yours?”
Even after surviving over a dozen livestreams and countless horrors, Wen Yi couldn’t help but curse under his breath:
“Fuck.”
He kicked Ma Yue’s head away and pulled out an item he had purchased from the system, ready to fight his way out—
But then, a frigid chill suddenly crept up behind him.
“Husband…”
A beautiful woman’s head pressed against his ear, her crimson tongue licking the base of his neck. A putrid stench assaulted his senses, so overpowering it made his eyes water.
Wen Yi froze. His pupils shifted slightly, catching a glimpse of jagged, uneven teeth in the darkness behind him…