37: I'm not dead! I'm not dead!

"What about me?"

Seeing that there were people in almost every corner of the room, Dai Xiaomei stood still, feeling a bit at a loss for a moment.

However, at this time, almost everyone was too busy to pay attention to her.

Song Yang and his assistant were worried that the castle might not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.

As for Yuan Hao and the other two, it was entirely because of the players who had previously exited the castle.

Especially Yuan Hao, he had already put away his initial disdain.

Whether it was from the environment upon entering this secret room or the players who had been scared witless and exited the castle earlier, he could guess that this secret room would definitely not be too simple.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Dai Xiaomei scratched her head, and her gaze was suddenly drawn to the statue of Jesus in the center of the attic.

However, before she could go over to examine it, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Found it!"

Ye Kexin was in a corner of the room, her voice tinged with excitement.

Everyone immediately walked over, only to see a dark, obscure passage along the wall leading to an unknown destination.

"What do you say?"

Yuan Hao asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Let's do it!"

Song Yang took the lead, immediately getting down and crawling in.

Seeing this, his assistant quickly followed.

Watching the two disappear into the passage, the remaining few looked at each other.

"I... I'll go, let me!"

Not wanting to be the last, Dai Xiaomei stepped forward, looking at the dark passage and swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Perhaps it was because the environment in the castle was too dark, or perhaps because Yuan Hao and the others didn't watch many livestreams, they didn't recognize Dai Xiaomei's identity.

"Hmph... Dai Xiaomei, you can do it, believe in yourself!"

After silently cheering herself on, Dai Xiaomei gritted her teeth and began to crawl in, using both her hands and feet.

"Be careful, this castle is probably not that simple."

Yuan Hao turned his head and reminded Ye Kexin and Qin Yao.

After speaking, he also crawled in.

"You don't need to tell me that!"

Ye Kexin rubbed her arm, where goosebumps had already appeared.

From the moment she entered the castle, she felt that this Haunted House was definitely not ordinary.

Whether it was the environment's design or the lighting projections, everything was far more sophisticated than what they had at their own place.

It could even be said to be crushing!

It was like truly entering an isolated medieval castle, with only the sound of her own breathing echoing in her ears.

Soon, Ye Kexin and Qin Yao also entered the passage one after another.

However, just as the two disappeared, a bewildered voice suddenly appeared in the quiet attic.

It was Song Yang, who had gone out first.

At this moment, Song Yang seemed to have experienced something extremely terrifying, frantically touching his face.

It took him a long moment to regain some clarity.

When he realized his head was safe and sound, he took a deep breath.

When he found himself in the attic, his eyes immediately widened again.

"This is... resurrection?!"

"Holy crap!"

"I knew the boss wouldn't just make an ordinary escape room!"

"Amazing! Truly amazing!"

Like the few players who had exited the castle first, Song Yang couldn't stop praising it.

But soon, he remembered that his assistant and the others were still in the corridor.

His whole body trembled instantly, and he quickly crawled back into the passage.

As he crawled, he shouted into the passage: "Don't get close to the wall lamps, don't get close to the wall lamps!"

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead!"

...When Yuan Hao and the other two crawled out of the passage, they saw a scene that left them somewhat puzzled.

The assistant was sprawled on the ground, his eyes utterly blank.

Dai Xiaomei stood beside him, her face full of confusion.

At the same time, her mouth was still moving non-stop, repeatedly asking, "What happened? What happened? What happened?"

However, the assistant seemed to have gone completely numb, continuously pointing at the corridor ahead and repeating one phrase: "Dead... dead... dead!"

"What's dead?!"

"Can you speak more clearly?"

Dai Xiaomei was very flustered now.

No, she was extremely flustered.

When she crawled out of the passage behind Song Yang and the assistant, she heard a series of inhumane screams.

The screams were so piercingly real, as if someone was undergoing unbearable torture.

Scared by the screams, Dai Xiaomei instinctively trembled in the passage for a while.

Only after the screams disappeared did she dare to crawl out.

Then, she saw the assistant collapsed against a wall in a corridor, his eyes hollow and blank.

Even the phone he used for livestreaming had fallen to the ground.

"What happened?"

"What's dead?"

Yuan Hao frowned and came to Dai Xiaomei's side, asking somewhat confusedly.

Seeing this, Ye Kexin and Qin Yao also stepped forward.

"I don't know!"

"As soon as I came out, Song Yang was gone, and he seemed to have gone numb, not saying anything no matter what I asked."

Dai Xiaomei shook her head, her eyes bewildered with a hint of inexplicable fear.

One must know, they had just entered the castle.

Now, one was missing, and one seemed to have been scared senseless.

Li Zhou's Haunted House... was it really this terrifying?

Dai Xiaomei couldn't help but start to wonder, like Yuan Hao before her, if this was a script concocted by Song Yang.

However, the assistant's blankness and hollowness simply didn't look like acting.

If it were a script, he could completely pursue a career as an actor.

And the kind that would definitely win Best Actor.

"Huh? Why are all the bullet comments in the livestream room shouting 'Holy crap'?"

Just then, Ye Kexin noticed the phone on the ground.

She bent down to pick it up and quickly saw Song Yang's livestream room filled with a continuous stream of "Holy crap" comments.

It was as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Let me see."

A sense of unease instinctively rose in Yuan Hao; he walked to Ye Kexin's side and looked at the phone.

However, the next moment, a fleeting bullet comment caught his attention and made his pupils suddenly contract.

"Holy crap! Run! Run! The Streamer is dead, I swear to God, the Streamer is really dead! All of you, run quickly, run out of this Haunted House! Also, don't get close to the wall lamps, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely don't get close to the wall lamps!"

Dead?

Don't get close to the wall lamps?

Looking at this bullet comment, which in every line revealed fear and eeriness, Yuan Hao raised his head and subconsciously looked at the wall lamps on the wall.

The wall lamps in the corridor emitted a sickly pale glow, looking like many shrunken moons.

Upon closer inspection, Yuan Hao was horrified to discover that these wall lamps were actually made from human skulls.

Before he could think further, the next moment, a drop of something resembling lamp oil fell from it.

Following the path of the falling lamp oil, a wisp of black smoke slowly rose, accompanied by an extremely faint sizzling sound.

!!!?

Seeing this scene, Yuan Hao's scalp instantly exploded!

He could be one hundred percent certain that the floor beneath his feet was genuine stone.

However, that drop of something resembling lamp oil had effortlessly corroded it!

"Holy crap!"

"Quick, quick, retreat!"

"Don't get close to those wall lamps!"