Chapter Three: Jumping Down the Steps? A Baby That Bites?
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“Apocalypse Game Loading...
Your mission this time is to survive five days as a servant of the Xue family and solve the mysteries. Today is your first day at the Xue household. Remember, under no circumstances must your identity be revealed.”
The voice in his consciousness gradually faded away, and Li Yan collapsed to the ground.
When he woke up again, he was already standing at the gates of the Xue estate.
Li Yan quickly knocked on the door, and before long, a man opened it.
He glanced at the man and then spoke seriously,
“I am the new servant you hired. I had some family matters before, but now I can come to work.”
He then took out a certificate from his pocket and handed it over.
Upon seeing the certificate, the man led him inside.
Li Yan was brought to meet the butler.
The butler told him to rest in the woodshed first and start doing odd jobs during the day.
Li Yan headed to the woodshed and lay down to sleep.
In the middle of the night, a dense fog rose in the courtyard, eerie and chilling, with sinister winds howling fiercely.
The woodshed window was blown open by the wind, and Li Yan shivered.
“Li Yan, Li Yan...”
He was fast asleep but suddenly heard someone calling his name from the courtyard.
Curious, he sat up groggily and muttered, “Who would call my name so late? Nobody here knows me. It must be a trick.”
Li Yan shut the window and went back to sleep.
After falling asleep again, the woodshed door was blown open by the wind.
From the well in the courtyard, many strands of hair crawled out and entered the woodshed.
Li Yan’s neck was entangled by the hair. His eyes snapped open as he frantically tried to pull the hair off, but the tighter he pulled, the tighter the hair wrapped around him.
He noticed a candlestick not far away and tried to knock it over, but it was too far.
Li Yan summoned his long knife with his willpower and swung it to cut the hair.
Once the hair was severed, the strands around his neck disappeared, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He closed the woodshed door securely and lay down again.
Not long after lying down, Li Yan felt icy cold all over, trembling. Whispering voices surrounded him, all calling his name.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw nothing.
Bewildered, Li Yan searched carefully but found nothing and had no choice but to continue sleeping.
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As he slept, his eyes suddenly snapped open, glowing a blood-red. He stood up, opened the door straight ahead, and walked toward the well in the courtyard.
The courtyard was shrouded in mist, blurring everything, yet he walked straight to the well’s edge without hesitation.
Li Yan looked into the well, where blood pooled, and a face appeared on the surface — it was his mother’s face.
At this moment, Li Yan was under control with no consciousness of his own.
He blankly asked, “Mother, how can I save you?”
A voice replied from the well, “Use the wooden bucket beside you to draw water.”
Hearing this, Li Yan obeyed, grabbed the wooden bucket, tied it to the rope, and lowered it into the well.
Soon, the bucket filled with water, and the face surfaced.
The face transformed into a transparent ghost made entirely of red water, radiating fury.
The water around it condensed into a sphere that enveloped Li Yan inside.
The transparent ghost glanced at Li Yan trapped within the water sphere and mockingly said, “Foolish human, so easy to deceive. Stay forever in my ghost domain.”
Then it placed the water sphere into a water tank in the courtyard and left.
After the ghost departed, Li Yan regained consciousness within its domain.
He found himself standing on a platform, with many staggered steps descending below.
Where there were no steps, there was an abyss of sheer cliffs and molten lava.
At the bottom platform stood a door.
At that moment, Li Yan understood he had fallen into a trap.
Realizing this, he began to jump down the steps.
Jumping from the first to the second step was smooth, with no incident.
Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief and continued.
Just as he was about to leap to the third step, the environment shifted again.
On the third step stood a disheveled, wild ghost with a gaping maw, waiting for Li Yan.
He was frightened but quickly composed himself, wielding his long knife to strike the ghost.
The ghost was instantly cleaved in two.
Li Yan relaxed and continued jumping down safely.
He proceeded to jump to the fourth step when countless hands suddenly appeared, grabbing him fiercely and trying to pull him into the abyss.
Li Yan swung his knife down, but even when the hands were severed, they reappeared immediately.
They clung tightly to his ankles.
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Li Yan was dragged off the steps, falling through the air.
He tried to use his energy to stabilize himself and fly back, but the first attempt failed.
Not only did he fail, but his fall accelerated.
The feeling of weightlessness intensified, and with no other choice, Li Yan allowed himself to fall.
With a heavy thud, his body crashed to the ground.
He bled profusely, and molten lava rapidly flowed toward him.
After a long moment, Li Yan managed to stand, quietly thankful for his healing ability—otherwise, he would have died from the fall.
He glanced around and saw many more steps on the mountain, even steeper and more perilous.
Fortunately, there was a set of steps leading directly to the door.
Li Yan’s heart stirred, and he resumed climbing.
This time, he was cautious but still encountered trouble.
As he climbed, his right shoulder suddenly felt unbearably heavy, and he heard chewing sounds beside his ear, as if something was standing or lying on his shoulder, eating.
He stealthily glanced at his right shoulder.
There sat a naked, blood-red baby marked with strange talismans. The baby’s face was pale, chewing on something, with fresh blood dripping from its mouth.
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