28: Ouija Board

Ye Bai smiled and said, "Then I'll thank Master Qin."

What Qin Yushan said sounded like polite formalities, but since he said it, he really did intend to help Ye Bai.

Furthermore, he was the one who lent a helping hand when Ye Bai was at the center of the storm.

Not to mention, if any reputable game Producer had also criticized him back then...

He would probably be public enemy number one right now.

Although risk comes with opportunity, who would want to risk climbing a mountain when they could ascend smoothly?

The two chatted for a while longer; Qin Yushan mainly asked Ye Bai about his philosophy regarding the game Honor of Kings.

This wasn't some secret, and Ye Bai hoped there would be more fun games in this world, so he answered each question.

After a round of conversation, Qin Yushan suddenly sighed.

"Actually, I've been in a bottleneck for a long time."

He took the initiative to talk about the game moonlit mountain villa. "When I made this game back then, I felt there were too few game genres on the market, and the pace of the city was so busy it was suffocating."

"So I thought about making a casual game. Unfortunately, I thought too little of it and didn't do a good job."

Speaking of this game, Qin Yushan's brow was knit with frustration.

"It's also thanks to your farm that I realized the mistakes I made with the game."

Ye Bai listened quietly as he spoke.

For someone who truly wants to make a good game, a game not being fun is indeed a major blow to their self-confidence.

That feeling of helplessness was suffocating.

"I don't plan on touching casual games for the time being," he suddenly laughed. "I believe after your farm, many casual games will pop up."

Qin Yushan pursed his lips and suddenly looked at Ye Bai very seriously. "I'm planning to make a very thrilling game recently."

Ye Bai became interested. "How so?"

Qin Yushan smiled slightly. "I say thrilling, but it should be called a horror game. Actually, many combat and puzzle games on the market carry some horror elements."

"But I feel it's not enough."

"What I want is the feeling of making the players' hearts race up and down completely."

"Are you willing to listen to my idea?"

Ye Bai: "My pleasure."

Qin Yushan smiled and spoke eloquently, "We all know that emotional illness is a disease that makes people gradually lose their emotions, making them eventually become like the walking dead."

"I think perhaps more intense stimulation can be used to help with the treatment."

"Just like a roller coaster in an amusement park."

The upper echelons of this world have indeed come up with many ways to treat emotional illness.

There are many tense and exciting attractions in amusement parks, but not everyone is interested in playing them, and similarly, not everyone reacts to those attractions.

As for emotional illness, it can be understood as a person's Mana Bar.

This is different from depression; it makes people gradually go numb, devoid of any emotion.

Happiness, sadness, pain, fear, anger, sorrow... all of it disappears.

Once the Mana Bar is depleted, the Health Bar will start to drop rapidly.

"I want to make a horror game with ghosts," Qin Yushan continued.

Speaking of which, this world also has the concept of ghosts and gods, but it seems they are just passed down by word of mouth like those terms; the concepts cannot be scrutinized deeply.

He continued, "I've researched a lot of materials. 'Ghost' is the name for the soul of a human after death; it's a terrifying existence, though no one has seen one yet."

"But since ghosts have been passed down to this day, I think it's not bad to start from this angle?"

"My idea is..."

His eyes went blank as he recalled, "The player accidentally falls into a space-time rift and arrives in a world where ghosts live. In this world, the player is subjected to many scares and could die if they aren't careful."

"For example, while the player is controlling the character to find an exit, a ghost suddenly appears in front of him and pushes him off a cliff."

"And when the player is in a car, the lights suddenly go out, the car breaks in half, and the outside scene changes from a city to a deathly silent place."

"Of course, there will also be some heartwarming scenes. For instance, when the player encounters danger, they might meet the ghosts of people who died in past wars. They will help the protagonist escape, and the protagonist will gradually learn about their past stories."

Ye Bai rubbed his chin, "Hmm... are you putting a dream you had into this?"

Qin Yushan suddenly looked at him, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "You caught me, haha."

"Because it's really hard for anything terrifying to happen in real life."

As for things like being chased by fierce ghosts or zombies... they have no concept of that at all.

Ye Bai sighed, "Why don't I tell you a story."

"When I was a student, I once played a game called spirit pen with my Roommates..."

"spirit pen, oh spirit pen, you are my past life, I am your present life," Ye Bai recounted vividly. "If you wish to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper."

"Just as I finished reciting the words to summon the spirit pen, suddenly!"

His tone grew heavy, "The pen in my hand felt like it was being pulled by something and slowly drew a circle."

"I was very surprised at the time because we thought it was just an ordinary game. My Roommate on the upper bunk, A-Qiang, asked if I was lying to him. I shook my head, my expression terrified and serious."

Hearing this, Qin Yushan didn't find it particularly frightening.

If there was any scare, it was entirely because Ye Bai's dramatic way of speaking had startled him.

But immediately after, he realized something was wrong.

Because Ye Bai told him that he asked the spirit pen a small question, and the spirit pen actually answered him.

"After that, my Roommates also gradually tried asking the spirit pen questions; everyone just treated it as a game."

"A-Qiang even asked if his confession to his goddess tomorrow would be successful. The spirit pen told him it wouldn't, which made A-Qiang very depressed."

Ye Bai recounted nonchalantly, "After that night, A-Qiang's confession indeed failed."

"Because during the process of his confession, a flowerpot fell from the sky and hit him on the head, killing him on the spot."

Qin Yushan frowned, "What?!"

Ye Bai sighed, "At first, we all thought it was an accident. But who would have thought, on the third night, my other Roommate A-Yuan suddenly called and said he saw A-Qiang. A-Qiang had appeared in the dormitory safe and sound."

"We realized something was wrong and rushed back, only to find that A-Yuan was also dead."

"Guess how he died," he looked at Qin Yushan.

At this moment, Qin Yushan felt as if he had learned something he shouldn't have, but he couldn't control his curiosity at all.

"How did he die?"

Ye Bai sighed and shook his head sorrowfully, "When I rushed back to the dormitory, I saw his hands twisted behind his back, and his limbs were broken and contorted."

"He was bleeding from all seven orifices and died right on A-Qiang's bed," he looked directly into Qin Yushan's eyes. "A Crucifix was stabbed right into the center of his chest."

"And this Crucifix was the very one A-Qiang always wore around his neck; it hadn't even been removed when the body was sent to the funeral parlor."