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墨書 Inktalez
Where did the Danmaku come from?
Where did the audience come from?
He recalled the line of white text he had seen in the darkness.
The other party had indeed mentioned that this was a large-scale live broadcast horror game, and since it was a live broadcast, there would naturally be Danmaku.
At the same time, everyone exchanged glances, hesitant to make any moves.
Lin Xun temporarily ignored the Danmaku—what he needed to focus on most were the words spoken by the Ghost Madam.
His gaze fell upon a man.
The man had been limping since he entered the room.
Someone like him was less suited to standing for long periods than anyone else!
Sure enough, with a determined heart, the man sat down in the nearest available seat.
It was a chair made of redwood.
The moment he sat down, the chair began to writhe…
Two bloody hands emerged from the backrest, gripping tightly around the man's waist.
The tension tightened… tightened…
The Ghost Madam transformed into a wisp of black mist and suddenly appeared before the man.
"Is this position one that a mere servant like you can occupy?"
The voice of the Ghost Madam was colder and more ruthless than ice and snow.
As she spoke, the flesh from her right cheek began to fall like rain, landing on the man.
The flesh seemed to possess a will of its own, continuously gnawing at the man's body.
In just a few seconds, the man was reduced to a bloody mess, his flesh and bones scattered!
The scene faded to black.
In the darkness, the man's heart-wrenching screams echoed.
That sound seemed capable of tearing through the darkness…
But it didn’t last long; after a while, the screams subsided, leaving only the clear sound of chewing in the darkness.
Moments later, the scene returned.
Everything was as it had been, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Come on, it's just about eating people, does it really need to be censored?"
"What hasn't this young master seen? A dark plot? Do you look down on me?"
"I strongly suggest releasing this segment of the Live Broadcast. I would pay to watch it!"
Lin Xun watched as the barrage of comments flew past his eyes.
At that moment, a girl with a very refined appearance spoke in a hoarse voice.
She looked to be around twenty years old, with a doll-like face and skin as white as jade, so delicate it seemed one could squeeze water from it.
Her shoulder-length hair was glossy and black, adorned with a golden hairpin on the right side, holding her hair back behind her ear and revealing her clean and beautiful earlobe.
Her eyes were as dark as jewels, pure like crystal, captivating anyone who gazed into them.
The girl wasn't exceptionally stunning at first glance; she appeared merely graceful, but the more one looked, the more attractive she became.
"I suspect this Game requires us to play our respective roles.
From what I gathered from the madam, the role played by Lame Man might be that of a servant in the brothel.
Servants are not allowed to sit on the chairs in the brothel."
Lin Xun nodded; this could very well be the reason why Lame Man was killed.
In this Game, once someone acts in a way that contradicts their identity, they will be killed!
At this moment, the Burly Man let out a cold laugh, sitting down on a wooden chair before turning to look at the girl.
"You've said quite a bit. Aren't you afraid of being killed?"
Indeed, the girl's words had clearly crossed certain boundaries.
The girl settled into a mahogany chair and declared, "My profession is Teacher. It is the duty of a teacher to impart knowledge and guide others, Clarification!"
Upon hearing her words, the others suddenly understood.
Each of them held their respective identities; those of noble status should sit in valuable chairs, while those of lower status should take the cheaper seats.
One by one, they slowly found their places.
At this moment, only Lin Xun remained standing still, not moving at all.
Seeing Lin Xun like this, the girl seemed to hesitate slightly.
She wanted to urge Lin Xun to find his seat.
Yet she was unsure if she should do so.
Ghost Madam had clearly noticed Lin Xun as well.
She floated before Lin Xun.
They were very close, and Lin Xun could clearly see the fleshy lumps on Ghost Madam's face, even the red veins that crisscrossed the surface...
Ugh, how disgusting...
"This guest, why don't you take a seat?" Ghost Madam asked ominously.
Lin Xun did not respond; he simply found a spot and slowly lay down.
A serene expression adorned his face, as if he completely disregarded Ghost Madam.
[Hahaha, ignoring Ghost Madam? He's doomed!]
[This time, please don't black out; I'll complain if it does!]
[Watching the cavalry is what true heroes do; with a heart unrestrained, naturally the world is unrestrained!]
A few more comments floated across the screen.
The girl looked at Lin Xun, her face filled with worry.
But little did she know, Ghost Madam merely glanced at Lin Xun and did not make any further moves.
"What kind of game is this? This Ghost Madam is so unprofessional!"
"Hey, this player is getting too bold. Aren't you going to teach them a lesson? What will happen to your reputation as the leader of this Brothel?"
"Wait, I think this player might have a strategy!"
Lin Xun looked at the last Danmaku and felt a sense of approval.
At least someone understands.
What kind of Identity Card does he have?
Destitute Poet!
Is a Destitute Poet wealthy?
No, they aren't.
Without money, they have no right to bid for the Courtesan's First Night.
And those seats are reserved for those qualified to bid for the Courtesan's First Night.
It’s only natural that someone without qualifications shouldn’t sit there.
In this Game, doing something that doesn’t match your identity will get you killed!
It was nothing unusual for the Destitute Poet to sleep on the ground.
That was why the madam chose to turn a blind eye.
What was Lin Xun to this?
Was he lying flat, hoping to create a world of his own?
At that moment, a bright sound of a suona echoed through the air.
Accompanied by the soaring notes of the suona, the music of strings and woodwinds began to play.
Indeed, music had its own charm.
As the melodies rose and fell, twisting and turning, the expressions on everyone's faces improved significantly.
Only Lin Xun swallowed hard, his eyes filled with irritation.
"Who plays a Grand Funeral at a Brothel? How unlucky!"
Suddenly, a few Ghost Servants emerged from somewhere.
Dressed in paper funeral garments, they carried copper kettles and opened the Tea Bowls in front of everyone, pouring liquid from the kettles into the bowls.
Lin Xun observed these servants as if they had just stepped out of a zombie drama.
The body was covered in signs of decay.
Some had severed hands, with maggots crawling through the rotting flesh at the stumps.
Others were missing half their heads, revealing glimpses of red and white brain matter quivering at the edges.
Some faces were so badly decomposed that their eyes were nearly falling from their sockets.
**Name: Ghost Servants**
**Remarks: Miscellaneous.**
These Ghost Servants moved mechanically, serving tea to the players.
One of the servants accidentally dropped an eyeball into the Tea Bowl while pouring.
The leading servant struck the tea-pouring servant's head hard as a form of punishment.
Little did he know, another eye ended up in the Tea Bowl as well...
When it was Lin Xun's turn, a servant simply placed a prepared Tea Bowl beside him.
The others remained motionless.
Only Lin Xun picked up the Tea Bowl.
His tea bowl was empty.
There was no tea inside.
When he opened the lid, he found a small piece of paper inside.
He unfolded the note.
"I only want to be with you. If I cannot be with you, I would rather die!"
The handwriting on the note was delicate and elegant, clear in its expression.
Yet the words written there were terrifyingly extreme.
This perspective on love, once called a bond of life and death ten years ago, would now be deemed unhealthy!
How could a person who does not love themselves ever truly love another?
Congratulations! You have triggered a professional task: Find the Sender.
Hint: She is deeply attached to you because she believes you love her too. But once she discovers that you do not love her...
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