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Because Shen Xueqing opted to continue the challenge, leaving Su Su alone here at that time seemed chilling to think about—compelled by necessity, she chose to follow Shen Xueqing.

“I remember the delivery room is in this direction on the third floor.”

Shen Xueqing had a good memory; she still recalled the hospital floor guide on the First Level just seen earlier. Carefully, she led Su Su up to the third floor.

Fortunately, they didn’t encounter those terrifying medical mannequins and managed to ascend to the third floor without incident.

The two slowed their pace, trying to avoid any debris on the ground that could make noise as they checked each of the door plaques they passed.

“This is the maternity ward.”

Suddenly, Shen Xueqing found the target she had been looking for. She wiped the dust off the door plaque, confirmed that it indeed read “Delivery Room,” and gestured to Su Su before turning the doorknob.

Click! Click! Click!

The noise of the locking mechanism turning wasn’t loud, but in the eerie silence, one could hear it very clearly.

As the door opened, they saw nothing but dim darkness inside, barely making out an operating table, along with a changing room, washroom, instrument room, and so on.

The room was smeared with dry bloodstains everywhere, the ceiling still leaked water, damp and cold, with water droplets dripping down, making a crisp sound upon hitting the ground. The flashlight from the mobile phone flickered within the dark room, casting an unreal feeling.

Upon entering this place, Su Su got nervous again.

She was inherently timid, and the current environment was exceedingly oppressive for her.

Su Su’s expression stiffened awkwardly; she shrank back, moving her feet hesitantly as if about to cry, looking back every few steps.

Using the light from her cell phone, Shen Xueqing carefully searched inside the ward and indeed found something.

In the washroom, Shen Xueqing discovered a Blood Handprint on the half-mirror above the wash basin, clearly left by a baby’s small hand.

Quickly pulling out the white paper issued earlier from her pocket, Shen Xueqing pressed the paper onto it, successfully obtaining an imprint.

The sheet of paper exhibited the same blood handprint trace, and Shen Xueqing smelled it; it had a faint scent of blood, uncertain what paint was used, but it looked very real.

“Shen… Sister Shen.”

As Shen Xueqing felt a thrill of accomplishment, Su Su’s terrified scream echoed.

Shen Xueqing also heard an abnormal sound, which was coming from the wooden door of the lavatory behind her.

Creak!

An unsettling creaking noise suddenly arose, echoing far in the quiet surroundings.

Shen Xueqing instinctively stopped breathing, hoping that this would prevent disturbing whatever was causing the noise, but unfortunately, it did not work.

The noise continued from inside the lavatory cubicle and grew clearer and clearer.

If this had been a horror game, Shen Xueqing would have already pushed open the lavatory door without any change in expression.

Yet experiencing all of this in person—despite mentally reassuring herself it was all fake—the overwhelmingly realistic sensations were still agitating her innate self-preservation instincts, frantically alerting her brain to run, the farther the better.

Everything in front of her felt unnervingly real, making it instinctive to forget this was the Ghost House, where Shen Xueqing had earlier reassured Su Su that everything was fake.

But now she felt as if she truly saw a Fierce Ghost.

“This feeling.”

Shen Xueqing’s adrenaline surged, her heart rate escalated to explosion, and a debilitating terror seemed to devour her physical strength.

Shen Xueqing didn’t try to fatally push open the lavatory door; instead, she just looked up at the mirror directly facing the lavatory door.

Cold sweat trickled from her forehead as Shen Xueqing widened her eyes.

Through the mirror, she saw the door being slowly pushed open. A few ghastly pale fingers crept out from the door crack, scratching the door and producing a grating noise like some crawling creature, an eerie chill wafting through.

These fingers seemed as if they were about to drill right through the mirror, causing Shen Xueqing’s pupils to contract, her mouth to dry and her heart to thump violently, overwhelmed by a sense of panic that sapped her physically and mentally.

Shen Xueqing actually felt her legs weaken; she had played countless horror games and watched many horror films, always with a stoic face, but today she couldn’t maintain her composure for the first time, her mouth agape, her body trembling slightly.

Move, move!

Her inner voice screamed, and her instinctive fear told Shen Xueqing that she needed to run, to get as far away as possible from the terrifying presence extending its hand from within the lavatory.

But the unseen terror inside the lavatory seemed like a ghostly presence that could instantly kill her, paralyzing her to the spot, as she stood there, simply staring at the mirror, watching as the owner of those fingers pushed the door open.

In the darkness, a pair of deeply terrifying, blood-red eyes looked her way.

The instant those eyes met hers, Shen Xueqing’s scalp turned numb, her breathing halted, followed by the sensation of a pair of hands landing on her neck. The hands, unlike those of the living, were chillingly cold, with a faint smell of decay.

In the darkness, Shen Xueqing could only glimpse a pair of arms covered in mottled bruises grabbing her neck, which began to ache.@@novelbin@@

“Aaaaahhhhh! Let me go!”

Just when Shen Xueqing thought she was going to die, Su Su exploded into action.

Somehow overcoming her fear to save her idol, she picked up a piece of debris from the ground and hurled it at the terrifying presence in the darkness.

But she missed, failing to hit the target, and instead, she smashed the mirror.

The shattered mirror crackled and fell, the bloody handprint on the fragments shattered, and the terrifying presence near Shen Xueqing also stopped moving.

Shen Xueqing finally snapped out of it and, driven by peak fear, burst forth with unprecedented potential and started running, pulling Su Su along without a word.

However, before leaving, Shen Xueqing couldn’t curb her curiosity and couldn’t resist looking back toward the restroom.

Within the darkness, the sight was not clear, but she could make out a ghostly, pale face with a pair of blood-red eyes staring venomously at the two fleeing from the office.

It was just a single glance, but a chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her skull, leaving Shen Xueqing with a deep, lingering fear.

The two ran quite a distance in one go, and only after confirming that the terrifying fierce ghost wasn’t in pursuit did they stop and gasp for air, hands on their knees.

“That was a female ghost, right? My heart nearly stopped from fright.”

Su Su looked horrendous, her face streaked with tears, appearing so about to cry that it tugged at the heartstrings, as she had been crying while running.

“I didn’t expect it to be that terrifying either,” Shen Xueqing said, feeling deeply emotional at this time, knowing in her mind it was fake, yet her natural body reactions—fear, weakness, trembling, frailty—kept sending her brain warnings that this was a real malevolent spirit.

After a brief recovery, they slowly made their way to the fourth floor.

The baby nursery was on the fourth floor, which Shen Xueqing guessed might be the location of another Blood Handprint.

But when they got there, they found that others had gotten there first.

The door to the nursery was tightly closed, with a bowl-sized hole in it, the metal bent inwards like a trumpet.

At that moment, continuous screams could be heard coming from inside, the screams of other visitors.

“I’m not playing anymore, I want to go home, I want to find my mom.”

“Don’t grab me, I give up, sob, I really give up.”

“Ah Min, Ah Min has passed out.”

Su Su, scared to death, pressed her hand firmly over her mouth upon hearing the screams from inside.

Shen Xueqing took Su Su and hid in the room next door, and after a while, the screams next door finally ceased.

Heavy footsteps resonated in the hallway; Shen Xueqing and Su Su watched through the broken door as a very tall figure slowly walked by, carrying several people.

This figure emitted a strong murderous aura, his face covered with an iron mask, holding several people with one hand, while dragging a heavy executioner’s sword with the other, sparking against the ground, inspiring awe and fear.

The ones he was carrying were the very rowdy non-mainstream hoodlums from before, who had now been frightened into unconsciousness.

“Finally, he’s gone.”

Several minutes later, seeing no further movement, Shen Xueqing and Su Su heaved a sigh of relief, sharing a look where both seemed momentarily lost.

What they witnessed and heard in this Ghost House even made them a bit unsure of the line between illusion and reality.

Rising to their feet, they went to the nursery next door, where Shen Xueqing successfully found the mirror and collected another Blood Handprint.

“Only the last Blood Handprint left, where could it be?”

After a series of terrifying experiences, Su Su now just wanted to finish the game quickly and leave this extremely horrifying Ghost House.

“Based on past game experience, if I’m not wrong, the last Blood Handprint is in the principal’s office, which is also our exit from the building,” Shen Xueqing said confidently, giving her verdict.

“So… do we need to go up to the Fifth Level?”

Su Su bit her lip, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“We’ll go together.”

Shen Xueqing nodded and led Su Su to the highest level – the Fifth Level.

The building was even more dilapidated here, with tiles cracked on floors and walls, and clinical records and X-rays scattered all around. The air was thick with an ominous scent, and it seemed like a woman’s cries could be heard on the wind.

No, there really was a woman crying.

That infinitely sorrowful, ghostly crying softly wove into their ears.

Shen Xueqing and Su Su immediately thought of the building’s name, Yuanqi Building.

Upon arriving here, not only Su Su felt uneasy, but even Shen Xueqing was internally shivering.

“Just one last step to go.”

Not wanting to falter at the last hurdle, Shen Xueqing braced herself and made her way to the principal’s office.

The crying was coming from there.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Xueqing slowly pushed open the slightly ajar door of the principal’s office.

The room inside was in its normal state—desk, coffee table, computer—all covered with a thick layer of dust.

Yet Shen Xueqing’s focus wasn’t there; her eyes moved behind the desk.

A figure covered in black hair was squatting on the ground, hands covering the face, the crying filled with endless grief and lamentation, gripping the heart with a chilling unease.