Qin Nuo stepped out of Room 303, feeling increasingly uneasy about the words Mute Sister had written on the drawing board.

  What exactly would happen after nightfall?

  Desding from the third floor to the lobby, he found quite a few pyers already gathered there.

  pared to the Bloodstained Apartment, the pyers in this instance were much more cautious, barely speaking to one another.

  The nuns appeared quickly, and there was more than one of them, all dressed iical white robes, holding rge crosses to their chests.

  "Number 47."

  Qin Nuo heard the void turo look at one of the nuns.

  Number 47 was the number of his orderly uniform.

  "This is your reward for today's work."

  A pouch was tossed into Qin Nuo's hands.

  Inside were a few ghost s, some pressed biscuits, and a white dle.

  "Wake up at six tomorrow, and remember, you must not leave your room until after six," the nun said before walking away.

  The other pyers also received their daily rewards accly.

  Some looked worried, while others were secretly pleased.

  "My performance wasn't bad, so why didn't I get a white dle?" a pyer with the ID Roger asked, frowning.

  The nun looked at him, expressionless, and said, "One of your patients lost trol."

  With that, she left.

  Lost trol?

  What did that mean?

  Qin Nuo uzzled.

  Logically speaking, in survival-type instances, food was the ultimate y.

  But many pyers discovered before entering that the "Nightmare Mode" had been added to the game.

  After nightfall, there seemed to be some danger.

  Was the white dle important to pyers?

  So, many pyers who didn't receive a white dle felt a bit uneasy.

  "Even at level five, you're scared by a game mode like this."

  A pyer with the ID Mountain g the pyers without white dles, who looked anxious and uneasy, and sneered, "Just stay in your room at night, pce a few ghost-repelling items by your bed, and I don't believe a ghost break in and tear you apart."

  "I don't have a white dle either, but as long as I have food, it's enough. In all instances, surviving to the end is the main goal; food is the most fual thing!"

  With that, Mountain picked up his pouch, bit into an apple, a.

  The pyers exged gnces, finding his words reasonable, and gradually dispersed.

  Qin Nuo held the key in his hand, ready to return to his dormitory. As he turned, he saw the blond man standing not far away, watg him with a slight smile.

  "Does that guy have a thing for you? Always sneaking looks at you?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.

  "I'm not into guys," Qin Nuo replied ftly, turning to leave.

  Following the number on the key, Qin Nuo found his room, Room 4 ohird floor.

  Uedly, the pyer named Roger, who didn't have a white dle, was in the room o Qin Nuo's.

  He immediately noticed the white dle in Qin Nuo's pouch, a glint of greed in his eyes.

  Especially seeing that Qin Nuo's pyer level was only level 2, this greed intensified!

  Qin Nuo remained calm.

  If the other party tried to rob him, he would make sure they k was the most foolish decision of their life.

  In the end, Roger withdrew his gaze, abandoning the idea of robbery, aered his room.

  Qin Nuo's look had made him uneasy.

  His keen instincts kept him calm.

  Moreover, after hearing Mountain's words, he thought maybe the white dle wasn't that important.

  At night, just don't go out!

  Qin Nuo also entered his room. pared to the previous instahis room was very tidy.

  There weren't many personal items, but everything was ly arranged.

  In the Horror World, such a room was rare, but it gave Qin Nuo an uling feeling.

  Too .

  As if... besides him, something else lived here?

  He went to the window and looked outside.

  The asylum was shrouded in white mist, a vast expanse of white, obsg the view.

  Only the faint outlines of mountains could be seen through the mist.

  Far from the city?

  "I wonder where this asylum is located, and how far it is from the her Springs Restaurant?"

  His own property could be freely teleported to after the instanded.

  But the her Springs Restaurant wasn't his property; he just held a managerial position there.

  "Fet it, there's still over ten days left, it's too early to think about these things."

  Qin Nuo went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, then took a pressed biscuit from his pouch to replenish his energy.

  In the Hame, pyers wouldn't actually feel hunger; it was just a straint imposed by most instance rules.

  For example, poor work performance meant no food, and when hunger reached a certain level, one would exit the instance by starving to death.

  In some ways, the Hame was very simir to games in the real world.

  Time slowly passed.

  The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and as dusk faded, night began to envelop Saint Yasi Asylum.

  It was getting dark.

  Outside the window, nothing could be seen anymore.

  Ihe room, it grew increasingly dim.

  Qin Nuo's eyes sed the surroundings, muttering, "There doesn't seem to be any ge."

  "Not true, something is approag the asylum!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost spoke up.

  Qin Nuo was about to say something when his pupils suddenly tracted.

  In one er, the inally smooth, painted wall began to peel rapidly, burn marks spreading like a bone-dev i.

  A rge amount of ash filled the air.

  The smell of burning filled his nostrils!

  The fan, the hanging mp, the curtains were all covered in burn marks, turning to ash and falling away.

  Yet throughout, Qin Nuo saw no fire, not even a spark!

  "What’s happening?" Qin Nuo's expression ged.

  "Light the white dle!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost urgently reminded him.

  Qin Nuo quickly took out the white dle and lit it.

  The faint fme flickered unsteadily in the dimness, as if it might go out at any moment.

  But it had an ued effect.

  The burn marks on the wall quickly faded, and the things that had turo ash returo their inal state.

  "Sleep!"

  Unclear of the situation, Qin Nuo remembered Mute Sister's words.

  Light the white dle, close your eyes, and sleep.

  No matter what happens, don't open your eyes!

  He pulled the b over himself and closed his eyes.

  But in such a situation, sleeping was impossible; the adrenaline rush made him even more alert!

  Bang!

  A dull thud suddenly came from the room door.

  Then, a loud bang as the door was smmed open.

  It was Roger.

  He ran out of his room?

  As Qin Nuo wondered, his own door was suddenly knocked on, urgently.

  Roger was knog on my door!

  Clearly, something happeo that guy, and he wanted Qin Nuo's help.

  But how much better was Qin Nuo's situation?

  Was he supposed to fumble in the dark to open the door for him?

  Even if it were Tang Ming knog, Qin Nuo would hesitate, because it could be a trap.

  Not to mention, he had no e to this guy!

  Soon, the knog ceased.

  The room suddenly fell silent.

  So quiet it was uling, Qin Nuo could almost hear his owbeat clearly.

  Creak!

  Amidst Qin Nuo's chaotic thoughts, a sound broke the silence.

  The sound was like gss scraping against Qin Nuo, making his skin crawl!

  Damn it, it was the sound of the door being opened...

  JOSOLUNA