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"Bullet comments?"
"Where did the bullet comments come from?"
"Where are the viewers?"
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 of a Horror Game. Since it was a live stream, there would naturally be bullet comments.
At the same time, everyone exchanged glances, hesitant to make any moves.
Lin Xun temporarily ignored the bullet comments—what he needed to focus on most were the words spoken by 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 look, 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 squirm...
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, isn't it just about eating people? Is it really worth censoring?"
"What have I not seen? A dark scheme? Do you look down on me?"
"I strongly suggest releasing this live footage; I would pay to see it!"
Lin Xun watched as the barrage of comments flew by.
At that moment, a girl with an exceptionally refined appearance spoke in a hoarse voice.
She looked to be around twenty, with a doll-like face and skin as white as jade, so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it.
Her shoulder-length hair was sleek and glossy, adorned with a golden hairpin on the right side, which tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her clean and beautiful earlobe.
Her eyes were as dark as gemstones, pure like crystal, captivating anyone who looked into them.
Though she wasn't stunning at first glance, her beauty became more apparent the longer one looked.
"I suspect this game requires us to play our respective roles," she said. "From what I gathered from the brothel madam, the role played by Lame Man might be that of a servant in the brothel. Servants are not allowed to sit on the brothel's chairs."
Lin Xun nodded; this could very well be the reason why Lame Man was killed.
In this Game, once someone acts against their identity, they will be killed!
At that 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 lot. Aren't you afraid of being killed?"
Indeed, the girl's words had clearly crossed certain boundaries.
The girl settled into a rosewood chair and declared, "My profession is Teacher. It is the duty of a teacher to impart knowledge and resolve doubts!"
Upon hearing her words, the others suddenly understood.
Each of them held their identities; those with noble statuses should sit in valuable chairs, while those with lowly statuses should occupy cheaper ones.
Gradually, everyone found their respective seats.
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 place but was unsure if she should do so.
Ghost Madam had evidently noticed Lin Xun as well.
She drifted over and came to stand before Lin Xun.
They were very close, and Lin Xun could see the fleshy bumps on Ghost Madam's face so clearly that he could even make out the red veins running across them...
Ugh, how disgusting...
"Dear guest, why don't you take a seat?" Ghost Madam asked ominously.
Lin Xun didn't respond; he simply found a spot and slowly lay down.
A look of calm satisfaction spread across his face, as if he completely disregarded Ghost Madam.
[Hahaha, ignoring Ghost Madam? He's doomed!]
[This better not go black screen; I’ll file a complaint!]
[Only true heroes ride into battle; with a clear heart, the world is free of worries!]
A few more comments floated across the screen.
The girl watched Lin Xun with a worried expression.
Little did she know, Ghost Madam merely glanced at Lin Xun without making any further moves.
"What kind of nonsense is this? This Ghost Madam is not professional at all!"
"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 message and felt a sense of approval.
There are still some people who understand.
What kind of Identity Card did he receive?
Destitute Poet!
Is a Destitute Poet wealthy?
No, they are not.
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 unqualified sitting there would be out of place.
In this game, doing something that doesn’t match your identity will get you killed!
It was completely normal for the Destitute Poet to sleep on the ground.
That was why the madam chose to turn a blind eye.
What did Lin Xun think this was?
Lying flat and hoping for a better life?
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.
Music truly had its own charm.
As the melodies rose and fell, twisting and turning, the expressions on everyone's faces began to soften.
Only Lin Xun swallowed hard, his eyes filled with irritation.
"Who plays music in a brothel for a funeral? How unlucky!"
Suddenly, several Ghost Servants emerged from somewhere.
The servants were dressed in paper funeral garments, carrying bronze urns. They opened tea bowls in front of everyone and poured the liquid from their urns into the bowls.
Lin Xun glanced at them and thought they looked as if they had just stepped out of a zombie movie.
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 of the bowl, he found a small piece of paper inside.
The note unfolded.
"I only want to be with you. If I can't be with you, I would rather die!"
The handwriting on the paper was delicate and elegant, clear in its expression.
Yet the words written sent a chilling message.
This kind of love perspective, once called a bond of life and death ten years ago, was now deemed unhealthy a decade later!
How could someone who did not love themselves possibly love another properly?
"Congratulations! You have triggered a professional task: Find the Sender."
"Tip: She is deeply attached to you because she believes you love her too. But once she discovers that you do not..."
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