Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1274. The Emotional Mental Hospital (4)

Wang Lei rolled up his sleeves, took two steps back, and then suddenly lunged forward, his shoulder slamming hard against the door frame.

With a muffled thud, he winced in pain, but the door frame only wobbled.

"No, this broken door is too sturdy!"

"Don't bump into it." Zhang Yutong suddenly squatted down next to the desk, holding a folder that had fallen to the floor. "Look at this."

The crowd gathered around and saw a yellowed floor plan of the mental hospital tucked inside the folder. Two places were circled in red: the nurses' station and the director's office.

The two are connected by a red line, and the words "Emotional Core" are written next to them.

"The Dean's office?" Yu Wenjing leaned closer, pointing to the floor plan. "So, the clue is in the Dean's office?"

“It should be.” Lin Xi nodded. “The nurses’ station is just a guide point; the real key is in the director’s office.”

“But we’re locked in here now, how do we get out?” Liu Yun asked.

"If all else fails, let's teleport there!" Huang Jingjing said.

But she was quickly taken aback.

"My teleportation didn't work?" Huang Jingjing asked in surprise. "This dungeon prohibits the use of skills?"

Lin Xi's heart sank.

Previously, dungeons only restricted the use of items. Why is it that after the upgrade, the use of skills is also restricted?

That makes passing the level even more difficult.

“Look at the window,” Zhang Yutong pointed to a small window behind the nurses’ station. “This window doesn’t have railings; you should be able to climb out.”

Everyone immediately went over, and the window was indeed small, only half a person's height, and the glass was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Wang Lei walked over and punched the glass. With a crash, the glass shattered into pieces.

He wiped the broken glass off the window frame with his sleeve, jumped out first, and shouted inside after landing.

"It's safe, come out quickly!"

One by one, everyone jumped out of the window.

Outside was a narrow corridor, darker than the previous one, with cracks in the walls and green mold growing inside.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, mixed with a faint smell of disinfectant, which was particularly unpleasant to smell.

"Follow the floor plan. The dean's office is at the end of the corridor, turn left." Zhang Yutong turned on his flashlight and pointed out the direction according to the floor plan.

After walking a few steps, a loud crash came from behind. Turning around, I saw that the window of the nurses' station was blocked by a huge rock, completely sealing off the way I had jumped out.

"This instance really doesn't want us to turn back," Yu Wenjing said, her tone full of helplessness.

Just as Yu Wenjing finished speaking, a faint crying sound suddenly came from ahead, like a woman's voice, intermittent and mixed with suppressed sobs.

"Who's crying?" Chen Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he moved closer to Bai Ye, his voice trembling.

Lin Xi raised her hand, signaling everyone to stop.

She held her breath and listened for a few seconds, then whispered, "The sound is coming from the ward next door. The sound in the instance is most likely a trap, ignore it and move forward quickly."

They quickened their pace, but the crying grew closer and closer, as if something was following them.

Old Zhao, who was walking at the back, suddenly screamed "Ah!" and his body lurched forward.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xi immediately turned around, shining the beam of her flashlight behind Lao Zhao.

A dark shadow was seen tangled around Old Zhao's clothes. The shadow was clinging to the ground and slowly crawling up her leg, its edges already showing sharp claw-like shapes. "Sister Zhao, are you thinking about those worries again?" Huang Jingjing asked.

Old Zhao's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak.

“I… Lao Liang…” Lao Zhao stammered. “Not long after we got back, Lao Liang died. At his funeral, a young man suddenly appeared, claiming to be his son… We two… had no children…”

—What the hell does that mean?
—This means that Lao Liang died, and Lao Zhao discovered that he had an illegitimate child.

—If they say he's an illegitimate child, then he's an illegitimate child. Could this be a scam?
—If Old Zhao said that, then it must have been tested!
—No wonder Lao Liang died so tragically. In that instance, did all the people with flawed relationships die?

—I don't know, I don't know, I've forgotten who all the dead are.

—My husband already died a tragic death, and then this happened...

What kind of husband is he? He's a scumbag!
—The two of them have no children, and Lao Liang has a child outside of marriage, yet they still don't get a divorce.

—Take Old Zhao into the dungeon with you. Who knows, if Old Zhao dies one day, all his property will be his, and he can leave it all to his son.

—Damn, you're making me want to get married again.

Being single is the best way to stay safe!
"I was crying so hard at the time..." Old Zhao's voice trembled even more.

Lin Xi understood.

The crying just now must have reminded Lao Zhao of how he hid in his room and cried when he discovered Lao Liang's infidelity. All that suppressed grievance and anger surged up instantly, and he couldn't control it at all.

The shadowy figure sensed Old Zhao's emotions and grew increasingly intense; its claws were almost touching her skin.

"Don't think about those things!" Huang Jingjing reached out and patted Lao Zhao on the back. "Think about happy things. Look, we're all helping you. You'll definitely get through this!"

“I…I tried my best to control myself…but how could he do this to me? I’ve dedicated my whole life to this family, and he’s cheated on me with another woman, even having a child with her…and now he’s trying to take the inheritance we risked our lives for…”

Old Zhao became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the black aura around him grew thicker and thicker. The dark shadow had already climbed up to her waist, and its sharp claws tore through her clothes.

"Sister Zhao! Wake up!" Lin Xi shook Old Zhao's shoulders forcefully. "That's all in the past! Staying alive is the most important thing now!"

But Lao Zhao was completely absorbed in his emotions and seemed unable to hear what everyone was saying.

The shadowy figure seized the opportunity to climb onto her body, instantly wrapping its arms around hers. Sharp claws pierced her skin, drawing out bright red blood.

"Ah—" Old Zhao let out a shrill scream as his body began to be swallowed by the black shadow.

She reached out her hand towards Lin Xi.

"Save me... save me..."

Lin Xi looked at the dark figures and immediately summoned his hammer.

However, when the hammer struck the shadow, it had absolutely no effect.

Ma Xiaofeng silently shook his head.

“We can’t save her anymore,” Ma Xiaofeng said. “She’s completely controlled by her emotions.”

Everyone could only watch helplessly as Old Zhao was slowly swallowed up by the shadow. Her body became more and more transparent, and finally, only a desperate cry remained before she disappeared completely into the air.

Only a pool of black liquid remained, which quickly seeped into the cracks in the ground and disappeared.

The corridor fell silent again; no one spoke.

Chen Xiaoqiang was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even feel his nails digging into his palms.

Yu Wenjing turned her head away, not daring to look at the place where Lao Zhao had disappeared, her eyes bloodshot.