Starting with a haunted house to create a thrilling game arena

Deep inside the crow's nest.

Bottom of the well.

Lychee clung to the well wall with both hands, her eyes filled with fear, trying to climb out of the bottomless well. She could also hear voices coming from outside.

"Huh? It sounds like someone is talking at the bottom of the well."

"Maybe they're staff members of the haunted house; they're experts at designing these kinds of scare points."

"Don't fall for it! If we see something at the bottom of the well, it will waste our time and we'll lose a lot of points!"

I could hear the people outside gradually walking away.

Lychee became even more anxious.

Is anyone there?

"Help me!"

Unfortunately, her cries for help were destined to be ignored.

"The staff at this haunted house are really good at dressing up; they look like professional voice actors, their acting is so realistic."

"Hehe, we won't fall for that."

The tourists have gone far away.

After a few minutes.

Suddenly, Lizhi felt someone standing at the wellhead, blocking the little light. She looked up and saw Zhang Ze silently watching her with his hands in his pockets.

"Boss Zhang?"

"I have offered myself with all my heart, why would you do such a thing?!"

Zhang Ze looked at the lychees at the bottom of the well. "You have a teammate surnamed Huang, why doesn't she act with you?"

He originally intended to take both the lychee and Sister Huang in one fell swoop.

Surprisingly, it was lychee that appeared alone.

"I...I..."

Lychee was speechless.

She did consider whether to switch jobs, and she also considered exchanging Jiangling for more resources from the Ghost Stories Association. In essence, she was considering the issue from her own interests, which is understandable.

The key is that this mentality cannot be expressed openly, otherwise it will make one appear very snobbish and a complete traitor.

Look at the lychees.

Zhang Ze also guessed what had happened.

"It seems the plan has changed."

"Damn it, I have no choice but to resort to force."

The next moment, the crows flew away in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they filled the entire New Century Park.

at the same time.

Ms. Huang, who was in her hotel room, noticed something was wrong.

"Litchi's phone is switched off."

"I didn't reply to your message, and it's past the agreed time."

"What was this guy doing in the bathroom?"

Sister Huang frowned slightly. In her view, Lizhi was a newcomer who had just joined the Strange Tales Association, which was why she chose Lizhi as a target for defection.

She did consider seeking refuge with Zhang Ze.

As for lychees, they were an important piece in her plan.

Or rather, chips.

When Lizhi suddenly went missing, Sister Huang was filled with unease. All these years of walking a tightrope had made her extremely vigilant, and any slight disturbance could cause her to pull back from the brink.

Take this time, for example.

"Number 10 and Number 12 have gone missing."

"I'm not going to do this operation. Let's discuss it another day."

Just as Sister Huang put down her phone, a crisp thud sounded outside the window, like some animal striking glass with a hard part, and it immediately reached her ears.

Sister Huang's expression hardened slightly as she looked out the window.

A crow stood outside the window, its numerous eyes fixed intently on Sister Huang inside the room.

"A crow bigger than a peacock?"

"What the hell is that monster?!"

Sister Huang took a step back, intending to open the door and escape.

She stayed in a room on the fourth floor of the hotel, the closest one to the elevator, just a few steps away.

But they found that the door was welded shut, and no matter how they turned it, they couldn't open it.

It seemed as if something was blocking the doorway.

ghost?

Sister Huang was startled.

She had seen similar vengeful ghosts, which were also a type of monster behind doors. They could lure people into enclosed spaces or create a maze-like illusion, exhausting people's energy before devouring them completely.

The sudden appearance of crows, coupled with the sealed-off room.

It is clearly Zhang Zeqian's.

There was no time to think about why Zhang Ze had targeted him.

Sister Huang saw the crow crash through the glass and swoop towards her inside the room.

"Gah!"

With sharp feathers that shimmered like obsidian, Sister Huang casually picked up a chair from the ground and threw it at the crow.

Crows are much more fragile than we imagine.

It was smashed into a pool of black water.

Sister Huang stood by the windowsill and looked out the window. She saw dozens of crows circling around her room, making eerie cries as they circled.

Dry and hoarse.

It's like the mournful cry of a person on their deathbed.

"I know you can hear me."

"Zhang Ze, to be honest, I've come to seek refuge with you. Give me a chance, and I'll help you overthrow the Ghost Stories Association."

Sister Huang said to the crow.

As someone who also deals with vengeful spirits, she understands crows better than others, knowing that crows are supernatural beings.

Zhang Ze's shadow coalesced among the crows.

"You can abandon the Ghost Stories Association for me today, but you can abandon me for someone else tomorrow. You're in Cao Cao's camp but your heart is with Han. What use are you to me?"

Sister Huang almost vomited blood.

Her little scheme was immediately seen through.

But... so what?

It's natural to side with whoever is stronger, just like the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is a biological instinct. It can't stop her from going to a better supernatural organization, can it?

"It seems Xiong Qing and the others also died at your hands."

"You and that Chen Ge are in cahoots."

"Damn it, damn it!!"

Sister Huang was so angry that she almost lost her mind.

Several wounds suddenly appeared on her face, looking like scratches from fingernails. The skin and flesh were turned outwards, which looked rather gruesome, and blood was flowing out from them.

Blood quickly stained half of his face.

Strangely, after her face was covered in blood, she seemed like a different person; her body trembled violently, and she made hoarse cries.

"So it was the Blood-Faced Demon."

"It's definitely not the same one as the lychee."

It will take time for this ghost to take over Sister Huang's body.

Zhang Ze didn't give her that time at all.

To deal with a cunning and shrewd fellow, you have to act quickly.

"Xiao Lin."

The next second, Sadako appeared next to Sister Huang through the screen of the hotel room's TV. The TV screen flickered with static, and a few images were inadvertently revealed.

The first one shows an eye peeking out from under Sadako's thick hair.

The second time, Sister Huang's bones were broken.

The third step involved folding Sister Huang into a shape so that she looked as if she were dead.

In just three seconds, Sadako executed Sister Huang.

"Zhang Ze, this person feels very strange. She's not like an ordinary person; she's wearing an extra layer of skin."

"It's just a layer of skin? Let me see."

Zhang Ze appeared next to Sister Huang's body.

The corpse's skin was yellowish-black, and its eye sockets were empty, somewhat like the protective suits commonly seen in Western horror movies. Without support, it would quickly turn into a layer of torn and dirty human skin.

I glanced at it for a few seconds.

Zhang Ze remembered something.

A human skin mask once used by the devil.

"That old fox really does have ways to save his life."

"Lingling, deploy all the crows and seal off all entrances and exits of the haunted house."

"Xiaomen, Feng Xiaomin, investigate for me."

"Old Zhou, Li Yang, ensure the safety of the tourists and participants."

Several orders were issued.

Visibly, countless crows erupted from Zhang Ze's haunted house in New Century Park. Even tourists who knew that crows were a feature of haunted houses were surprised to see so many crows and took photos to commemorate the occasion.

In a certain part of the haunted house, a woman who had been keeping her head down suddenly moved.

She was holding an umbrella.

His face was completely bloodless.