Bai Yu had already figured out Xia Han’s identity. The skull tattoo on the back of her neck was far too conspicuous—a tattoo she had only seen on one other person.
That person’s name was Jason, also a lunatic, ranked twenty-third. He had at least several hundred lives on his hands. He had a particular quirk when killing: he would flay the faces off his victims as trophies, sewing them onto his Human Skin Trench Coat.
This trench coat was quite famous among Game Participants, not just for its terrifying appearance, but also for its utterly monstrous properties. It could launch Psychic Attacks, unleashing the vengeful spirits of the faces stitched onto the coat to attack enemies.
Her chest pierced through, Xia Han turned her head with difficulty. “W-Who are you?”
Bai Yu gave her a very familiar feeling, but she couldn’t place who it was for a moment.
She had so many enemies, several names flashed through her mind, but none seemed to use chain attacks.
“I would like to know, what grudge exists between you and me?” As Xia Han spoke, one hand slipped into her pocket, trying to grab something. Unfortunately, Bai Yu didn’t give her that chance. Pressing her body close, countless Blood Threads surged out, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of them stabbed out.
Xia Han’s body arched violently, as if enduring immense pain. Her mouth gaped wide as one Blood Thread after another crawled onto her delicate, heavily made-up face. Like countless tiny tentacles, they continuously surged into her mouth.
She couldn’t even utter a sound of agony; it was utterly bizarre. Xia Han’s mouth was stretched wide, her body twisting desperately, yet not a single noise escaped her.
The whites of her eyes were gradually replaced by crimson, and the intensity of her struggles faded.
By then, her hand had already slipped into her pocket. Having lost her strength, her hand pulled out a small black wooden box, which clattered to the floor.
“Let me tell you, I am…” Bai Yu’s voice sounded right by her ear. Xia Han used what felt like the last ounce of her strength to roll her eyes toward Bai Yu. However, Bai Yu’s voice stopped abruptly, never revealing her identity.
Xia Han’s eyes widened. She never imagined she would die in this manner. What was worse was that even in death, she had no idea who her killer was.
Releasing the Blood Threads, Xia Han’s corpse collapsed powerlessly to the ground. There were no wounds on her body; the wound from the chain piercing her chest had also eerily vanished.
With a flick of her finger, Bai Yu used a blood thread to hook the box up from the floor.
The box wasn’t large, smaller than her palm. Bai Yu frowned. This was something Jason had tried to use to save his life as he died; it was definitely not simple. The material of the box wasn’t important—what mattered was what was inside.
Putting the box away, Bai Yu retraced her steps.
Xia Han was dealt with. There was still one more person to eliminate.
Lu Liangting!
Lu Liangting was this world’s Male Lead, and Zhao Mingyue was the Female Lead. Without external interference, the Male Lead and Female Lead would inevitably end up together.
She absolutely could not tolerate this happening, because Zhao Mingyue was the key to her Quest.
The way to prevent the Female Lead from being won over by the Male Lead was simple: just make the Male Lead disappear from this world, and naturally, the Female Lead wouldn’t be won over.
Returning to the Fourth Floor, Bai Yu made a point to check on Zhao Mingyue.
Zhao Mingyue’s condition wasn’t good. That man’s room was unbearably foul-smelling, the environment awful. Worse yet, for some unknown reason, Spirit Fire had started burning inside that room.
Zhao Mingyue either had to give up or find the key before she burned to death.
The flames were eerie. They had started spreading outward from the room, and in at most half an hour, the entire Fourth Floor would be engulfed.
Another point worth mentioning: this fire was set by the Female Ghost on the Fifth Floor, tormenting the man in the Fourth Floor room day and night, forcing him to die in the fire over and over again, experiencing the agony of his death every single night.
Why the Spirit Fire was spreading today was likely related to Mingyue’s quest.
Bai Yu now faced two choices: one, stay by Zhao Mingyue’s side just in case, guarding against both the Spirit Fire and the headless old ghost and that madman on the Third Floor; two, head to the Fifth Floor immediately and eliminate Lu Liangting.
It was at that moment a figure suddenly bolted from the stairway.
He was tall, wearing a black raincoat. His body looked like it had just been soaked in water, completely drenched from head to toe. His hair was plastered to his scalp in strands, water droplets sliding down. Even his rain boots were filled with water, each step forward producing a dull, squelching footstep.
The man was carrying a woman on his back—a corpse swollen, pale, and bloated to the point where white bone was faintly visible. Moving stiffly, he arrived at the door of Room 401 and pounded heavily on the iron door. “Hey, is anyone there? Have you seen my wife? We got separated in this building.”
Bai Yu didn’t know if the man had mental problems or was under a Ghost Possession.
The moment she saw this man, an idea formed in her mind.
Behind her, Spirit Fire had already started spreading from the room, beginning to burn across the ceiling.
The whitewashed walls were being blackened again by smoke, yet something beneath the wall surface seemed to be preventing the flames from spreading.
Without hesitation, Bai Yu teleported to the stairs and charged towards the Fifth Floor.
The situation on the Fifth Floor was no better than the Fourth. Flames were spreading. Behind six of the eight rooms, things were pounding on the doors, even ramming them with great force.
The room doors on the Fifth Floor were wooden. Under the assault of these things, the wooden doors shuddered violently, as if they could be smashed open from behind at any moment, allowing whatever was behind them to escape.
Lu Liangting was still being chased by the man. He was clever and had realized that the key to the quest was finding the key to the woman’s room. Only by opening that door could the Spirit Fire potentially be resolved, and the other Ghostly Monsters dealt with. The corpse behind the door, the woman who died in the great fire, was the core of this Ghost Building.
The problem was, even if he knew where the key was, he had no chance to get it. The man behind him was chasing him relentlessly. In this situation, even avoiding death at the ghost’s hands would be a success, let alone retrieving the key.
“No, I need a plan. Otherwise, even if I don’t get caught, I’ll be burned to death. Worse, these ghosts behind the doors will get out.” Lu Liangting circled around again, moments away from reaching the stairway.
He was still relatively calm at this point. However, the next moment, a door in front of him suddenly burst open, and a ghost with its head hanging down to its chest rushed out. This ghost hadn’t died by fire but by hanging—its corpse had been discovered so late that its head was nearly severed by the rope.
“Thwack!”
In this extremely critical moment, a red chain pierced through the Hanging Ghost’s body, sending it flying.
Lu Liangting’s pupils constricted as he came face-to-face with Bai Yu.
“Y-You are…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Yu suddenly rushed at him. Lu Liangting instinctively raised an arm to block, but the expected attack never came. Instead, a sharp shout came from behind him.
Looking back, he saw the man get viciously whipped away by a chain.
“She’s saving me?”
“Thank you for saving me! Wait for me, I’ll be right back to save you!” Lu Liangting reacted swiftly. Memorizing Bai Yu’s figure, he hurried downstairs.
However, just as he reached the Fourth Floor, he ran straight into the man carrying his wife’s corpse.
Bai Yu had just been thinking, Lu Liangting is the Male Lead—could it really be that easy to kill him?
What she just witnessed confirmed her suspicion. Lu Liangting seemed to have something on him that could counter her. Perfect. Let him go to the Fourth Floor and play with that lunatic. It might kill Lu Liangting, and it would buy Zhao Mingyue some time.
What Bai Yu didn’t know was that this rescue left an extremely deep impression in Lu Liangting’s heart.
