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Attic.

The two protagonists, spoken of in hushed tones among certain people, were ascending the stairs to the attic at this moment.

The dark-colored door mysteriously exuded an ominous aura. The villa's lights were very bright, but even so, a thin veil of dark mist still shrouded the attic.

"Little sister, we've arrived. Do you want to open the door?" The dancer's soft exhalation swept past the ear, her deep voice laced with an inexplicably seductive force.

"Have we?"

In the darkness, Xu Shuo reached out and touched the door.

The lacquered door felt smooth and new, yet it also possessed a chill, and the temperature of his palm suddenly became ice-cold.

Xu Shuo raised his hand to the door but did not open it. He turned to face where the dancer stood, his calm face showing no excess emotion, his pale skin conveying a fragile and morbid sense of brokenness.

The dancer's gaze lingered on him. "Little sister, do you want to go in and see?"

"What do you think is inside?" Xu Shuo countered.

"Who knows? We haven't gone in yet. Maybe we'll find out once we open the door," the dancer took a step forward, catching the girl's arm in one hand and placing the other on the doorknob.

But just as she was about to press down, Xu Shuo held her hand.

The girl laughed, "Don't rush. Before we open the door, actually, I have a question."

For a moment, the dancer's fingers stiffened. She resisted the urge to immediately open the door and push the girl inside. Instead, she looked up again, staring intently at the delicate girl in front of her. In her pitch-black pupils, it seemed as if something was moving, uncanny and profound.

She curved the corners of her mouth, her voice gentle to the extreme, "Go ahead and ask."

"Do you know how I died?" Xu Shuo asked obediently.

"Why are you still asking this question? Haven't I already told you?" The dancer said with a smile, licking her lips.

"One last question," Xu Shuo added. Discover hidden content at empire

"Alright, ask away," the dancer seemed very patient.

But the next moment, Xu Shuo lifted his hand to her face, his thumb pressing against the girl's chin, and his abruptly outspread fingers clenched her cheek fiercely!

Because her face was pinched, the great force contorted the dancer's mouth in a grotesque twist. She looked unexpectedly at the suddenly ferocious girl in front of her.

However, in practice, the girl's strength caused her no harm, and that pale face was still weak and innocent.

Xu Shuo leaned closer, his lifeless, empty eyes seemingly seeing her, turned somewhat eerie.

"I'm curious, what exactly are you creatures?" Xu Shuo tilted his head, his clear voice ethereal and slow.

"What is little sister talking about?" The dancer's speech was somewhat muffled due to her face being pinched.

"You seem to like getting close to me. Is there something about me that interests you?" Xu Shuo's fingers, gripping her face, gradually relaxed and moved to one side, pinching the cheek.

But they did not pull out anything bizarre—do these monsters just have the appearance of humans?

The dancer let the girl do as she wished with her face. She too calmed down, but the smile stretching her lips grew larger and larger, even becoming vicious and terrifying!

In those pitch-black and profound eyes, a crazy hue blossomed, the lust for greed and plunder as bright as rays of light!

Bang!

Xu Shuo was suddenly slammed against the door by the other, and a somewhat musty decayed smell assaulted his face. The dancer pressed against him, emitting a low, hoarse laugh from the dark, monster-like.

"Little sister, you smell so sweet~"

The monster emitted a sharp, hellish beastly sound, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, instantly inciting goosebumps.

Xu Shuo was chilled to the bone.

Behind him, the door suddenly opened, and Xu Shuo, resting on the door, was forced to fall backward. The putrid stench of rot inside the attic grew stronger, and a suffocating, viscous presence began to spread.

The darkness surged like tumultuous seawater, instantly spilling outwards. The villa's lights dimmed dramatically, and a cold chill attacked from all sides!

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In the study.

The pianist was the first to shudder, overwhelmed by a sudden immense fear that filled his heart and maliciously invaded every part of his body!

Almost in an instant, he clicked to submit his mission.

[Congratulations on completing the mission: Find the ghost hidden in the story.]

Success?!

Was he the first to complete it, or maybe the first one?

The pianist nervously looked toward the system panel, but the game wasn't over yet, so no rankings were published.

But at least his guess was not wrong.

Now, only one side mission remained!

"What's going on?"

The female writer suddenly hugged her arms in a panic, looking up at the ceiling to see the lights dim down abruptly.

Although the lights in the villa were still on, the originally bright lights had become dim and faint, as if a repressive layer of black mist had enveloped the room.

Following that, the walls began to corrode and darken, as if the villa had been eroded and twisted by something. The dense darkness wrapped around the building, and the previously concealed, rich smell of blood and rot spread to their nostrils.

The female writer suddenly remembered the darkness she saw outside the balcony earlier, but at that time, it had only spread a little bit!

Why was time suddenly moving so fast?!

The lawyer came to his senses, looked at the ceiling engulfed by darkness, and immediately got up from his desk: "Go to the first floor!"

He put away the useful clues he had found, and the three of them quickly left the room with their belongings. After they left, the floor in the room had already been covered by the dense darkness.

In the room, the walls, now tainted black, began to pulsate with life, the shapes of countless hands rampaging on the other side of the darkness, as if wanting to breach the barrier and break free!

And this erosion continued to spread outward.

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"If the bloody handprint on the door was left by me, I shouldn't have been killed by you."

The three rushed out of the room, descending the spiral staircase swiftly, the pianist speaking rapidly as he went.

The lawyer glanced at him, saying, "Besides these murder scenes, there's actually another one in the master bedroom's bathroom, where the bathtub was filled and there were signs of a struggle."

After waking up, he and the female writer first went to investigate the second floor, where he saw the situation in the bathroom, while the female writer found her notebook by the bed.

The female writer continued, "He suspects that you were attacked with a vase by the male servant."

The three arrived at the first floor, which was in a slightly better state. At this point, the lights on the second floor were like decorations, useless amidst the spreading darkness.

The female writer repeated her earlier speculations with the pianist, speaking rapidly and logically, after all, they had no time to waste now!

The lawyer frowned in thought, surveying the surroundings.

"Where are the male servant and the cook?"

"And the blind girl and the dancer?"

They voiced their questions simultaneously.

The pianist took a few quick steps towards the kitchen, then next to the laundry room, he found the chef and the male servant in their respective rooms, both with faces filled with fright.

The female writer looked towards the second floor in shock: "They couldn't be on the second floor, could they?"

Wait a second, thinking carefully, could this disaster have been caused by them?!

At that moment, the female writer's eyes widened in fear, an involuntary terror spreading from her tailbone to her head, her whole body's hair standing on end!

She saw a strange, deformed thing crawling out on the corridor of the second floor!