I have delusions, and you want me to participate in a ghost story?

The last sentence contains my own words.

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Everything is fake, everything is fake! Everything in this world is fake! I want to go to the real world, author, please let me out! ]

Judging from the tone, if the handwriting was not Zhou Xiaochuan's own, Zhou Xiaochuan would have thought it was Wang Yucong's handwriting!
This world is fake, and I want to go to the real world where I am a character created by the novel author?

Isn't this exactly what Wang Yucong thinks?

In the next ghost story copy, will I be bewitched by Wang Yucong?

But the problem is that Wang Yucong's theory was made up by Zhou Xiaochuan himself in order to trick him into escaping from the mental hospital. How could he believe his instigation?
And the last paragraph of text.

That paragraph of words that seemed to be written with bird claws connected with the penultimate paragraph of the letter, which questioned whether the world was fake and the need to move towards the real world.

[Hey! Good, I have become a Taoist priest. I have ascended! I have come to the real world!]

Since the words looked like they were written by bird claws, Zhou Xiaochuan had no way of determining whether he had written them.

If I wrote it myself, there would be five paragraphs of text that build upon each other and connect with each other, hinting at the specific direction of the next ghost story.

"World Tree, Singer Civilization, Real World..."

Zhou Xiaochuan pondered the terms in the letter and felt a little frightened.

The reason is simple: these nouns are simply too grand.

The previous strange stories have never risen to this level!
Zhou Xiaochuan put the letter away, then leaned against the wall, holding his gun, and looked around the room.

In addition to the desk lamp and letter on the table, there is another particularly strange place in the room. In addition to the bed where Zhou Xiaochuan sleeps, there is another bed in the room.

Before Zhou Xiaochuan woke up, there was no such bed!

His room 314 has always been a single room. Whose bed is this extra bed?

Moreover, the location of this bed was particularly strange. It was right in front of the door, only twenty centimeters away from the door.

The bed and the head of the bed are facing the door!

It is not good to have the bed facing the door. Now not only is it facing the door, but the bed is also so close to the door.

There is a problem, there is definitely a problem!
Zhou Xiaochuan held the gun in his hand, aimed at the bed in front of him, and walked towards it step by step.

Unlike Zhou Xiaochuan's bed which looked messy because he had slept in it, the bed placed in front of the door was particularly clean and tidy, and the quilt was bulging, as if someone was sleeping in it.

Zhou Xiaochuan walked to the bed with a gun in hand, but still didn't see anything unusual.

So he held his breath, concentrated, and pulled back the quilt.

The person lying under the quilt was an acquaintance of Zhou Xiaochuan.

Jiang Liangjin!
However, Jiang Liangjin at this moment was different from the Jiang Liangjin Zhou Xiaochuan had seen before. She wore a gorgeous crown on her head, and a dress as gorgeous as colorful clouds, with fluttering ribbons on her sleeves, and white stockings on her feet, like a fairy in ancient legends.

Her face was pale, her eyes were closed, her hands were placed on her chest, and her chest and her hands were stained with blood.

what happened?

Jiang Liangjin is dead?
Jiang Liangjin, who was so high in status, actually died?
But Zhou Xiaochuan's intuition told him that this was not the case.

The Jiang Liangjin in front of him was more divine and less human than the Jiang Liangjin Zhou Xiaochuan had met before.

Although the person lying on the bed was just a dead body, Zhou Xiaochuan still felt that he was unattainable. At this moment, countless maggots suddenly crawled out of every pore in Jiang Liangjin's body.

The fat white maggots wrapped up Jiang Liangjin's entire body like a piece of cloth.

Then, all the maggots exploded in an instant, and black pus and blood splattered all over Zhou Xiaochuan.

However, this pus and blood has no smell.

After the maggots exploded and disappeared, the person lying on the bed also changed.

From Jiang Liangjin, she turned into Xie Jiaojiao, who was wearing a emerald green dress and a red cloak!
This Xie Jiaojiao was just like Jiang Liangjin who appeared earlier, with her eyes closed and a big hole in her chest.

This……

Before Zhou Xiaochuan had time to think, the cloak on Xie Jiaojiao seemed to have a spirit. It tightly wrapped around Xie Jiaojiao's body and then began to burn.

The burn lasted less than ten seconds, and when the red cloak unfolded again, a very familiar person was lying on the bed.

It couldn't be more familiar.

That’s Zhou Xiaochuan himself!

The person before him was wearing a blue and white striped mental hospital gown, with an iron ball on his ankle with "A-87" written on it, and a string of silver rings around his neck. He looked extremely haggard.

Unlike the previous few people, the person in front of him, who looked exactly like him, was still breathing!

There were countless wounds all over his body, almost no inch of skin was intact, and blood was flowing everywhere, almost a bloody mess.

If it wasn't for him, and if it was another acquaintance who became like this, Zhou Xiaochuan probably wouldn't even recognize him!

But even so, he was still breathing, his eyes narrowed, looking at Zhou Xiaochuan with difficulty.

Zhou Xiaochuan quickly took two steps back, raised his two guns, and aimed them at his head as he lay on the bed.

"Who are you and where is this place?"

Zhou Xiaochuan asked immediately.

Zhou Xiaochuan, who was lying on the bed, seemed to gain strength when he heard the voice. He shouted with all his might, "You! You! After clearing Ward 444, you surrendered to the world of ghost stories! You can't win at all! Humans can't win at all! Becoming weird and becoming a subsidiary of @# (vague) is the only hope for human survival..."

"What do you mean? You..."

Just as Zhou Xiaochuan was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Xiaochuan who was lying on the bed.

"I know what you want to say. I am now you in the future. If you can pass Ward 444 within three deaths, then please do everything you can to survive in the Singer Civilization. Don't try to leave the seventh ghost story copy, and don't try to touch the world tree!"

Zhou Xiaochuan, lying on the bed, was barely breathing and finally uttered a few words.

"I can't win. I can't win at all. It's impossible to pass the level..."

Then, he stopped breathing.

While Zhou Xiaochuan was thinking about what he had just said, he walked to his side with a gun in hand.

Because when he was shouting his last words at the top of his lungs, his hands were dipped in blood and he wrote a few words on the white bed sheet that looked like they were written with bird claws.

"I can't win at all? I don't understand!" (End of this chapter)