Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 699 - 697 TV

Wanli Fengdao, Liu Wu Dai, and the mule were all in a rather ragged state. The mule had sustained quite serious injuries and was now drinking a Healing Potion to mend his wounds. It indeed appeared they had been attacked by an anomalous event, but none had died.

Only when Ω, who lived on the ground floor, opened the door and proved his identity did the other players climb the stairs. They returned to the eleventh floor, recounting their experiences from last night on the way.

Last night, those who didn't receive a note were Bai Haozheng, Black Holy Son, 13MARK, Yuyi Xinzhong, and Ω.

Those who did receive notes were Ghost of Hidden Eye, Danfei, Bob, Plague Doctor, Li Rising, the mule, Liu Wu Dai, and Wanli Fengdao.

Among them, 13MARK, who lived on the eighth floor, and Ω, who lived on the ground floor, were very fortunate to have had two days pass without encountering any anomalous events. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After assembling, the group took out pieces of paper with written words and began to exchange and analyze.

Ghost of Hidden Eye, who lived on the twelfth floor, once again received a note instructing him to sleep. Just like the night before, he entered his dream and saw himself again on the Stone Bridge. However, the shadowy figure with the umbrella seemed to have gotten a bit closer, and its posture appeared to have changed, as if it was about to turn around and look at him...

Given their understanding of historical horror and paranormal literary works, the group was painfully aware that Ghost of Hidden Eye would highly probably continue to receive notes instructing him to sleep. He would keep meeting the umbrella-wielding shadow on the bridge in his dreams until the figure completed its turn...

No wonder Ghost of Hidden Eye's complexion looked so terrible, as though he had gulped down three bowls of skunk secretion mixed with the sweat from stuffy, smelly socks and rotten, moldy stinky tofu.

Knowing one's end might arrive at any moment, it would be strange indeed if his face retained any color.

As for Bob, he had immersed himself in a fish tank, just like yesterday. This time, however, his perception of time had doubled in length. While not fatal, the experience was extremely uncomfortable, and if it continued, he was likely to suffer a mental breakdown first.

The Plague Doctor was instructed to comb his hair in front of a mirror at three in the morning.

He followed the instruction. Midway through combing, he saw a ghastly white palm stretch out from his own hair. With each stroke, the palm extended further, as if trying to crawl out from under his scalp.

Terrified, the Plague Doctor instinctively slowed his combing. However, moving too slowly or combing the same spot only caused the ghastly white arm to emerge more rapidly.

His head was only so large, and the areas to comb were ultimately limited. He had no choice but to unleash his anesthetic and hemostasis skills. With a blade, he cut off his own scalp along with the skullcap.

Enduring dizziness from blood loss and severe pain, the Plague Doctor used technology from the Demon Scientist Alliance to reattach his skullcap, covering his exposed brain. At the same time, he employed his skills to enlarge his original scalp and skullcap, thus expanding the surface area of his head and hair.

He kept combing his hair non-stop, finally managing to hold on until the curfew ended.

Li Ang also didn't keep secrets. He brought out the note and the recordings of his room's conditions. The night before, after successfully restraining three oil paintings, he had confronted the final girl, who was covering her face with a fan.

She also knew things could not end well and put down the fan that had been shielding her face, revealing her chin.

Her chin was swollen and distended, covered in tumors filled with yellow-green pus. Her skin was dry and cracked, full of crevices from which countless tentacles writhed and a large amount of fresh blood spurted.

The upper half of the girl's face was as lovely as the lower half was horrifyingly gruesome. When she saw Li Ang, he felt an itch on his own chin.

His muscle fibers folded uncontrollably outward, and his face gradually transformed into one that resembled the young girl's, with excessive blood spurting out.

At first, this phenomenon was quite terrifying. The girl, hiding behind the stool with laughter in her eyes, watched Li Ang's shocked expression. Characters in the painting could pass through the canvas, but Li Ang couldn't reach through to drag her out by force.

However, she soon ran out of tricks. Li Ang caught all the fresh blood spurting from his face with vines. After filtering it through tubes, he directly injected it back into his spinal blood vessels for recycling.

Spray all you want.

Then, Li Ang used the Origin of Life to revert his face to its original state. Disregarding the girl's fearful gaze, he covered her with the ocean oil painting. After waiting for ten minutes, he lifted it again.

At that moment, the girl clung to the wooden chair, struggling to float on the sea surface, no longer possessing the strength to resist.

The above was the content written on Li Ang's paper.

Yesterday, the air conditioning in the room on the fourth floor where the mule stayed had failed. The temperature soared to seventy degrees, lasting for two hours. Then, this morning during curfew, the air conditioning failed again, and the room's temperature plummeted to negative seventy degrees for three hours.

The situation looked bleak, but by relying on his resources as a wealthy information broker, he made it through.

Liu Wu Dai was instructed not to look up all night. Strands of black hair continuously fell from the ceiling in her room, like ropes and chains, attempting to strangle her. She dodged around the room, using the Short Bow and Exploding Arrows in her hands to destroy the descending hair, enduring until the curfew ended.

As for Wanli Fengdao, the note he received was probably the most puzzling: [Watch television].

Around three in the morning, Little Brother Dao received a note asking him to watch television, so he reluctantly pressed the power button on the TV.

In the other rooms, including room 0208 where Wanli Fengdao stayed, all televisions were connected to power cords but couldn't be turned on normally.

However, after the note appeared, the television in room 0208 could be turned on. The screen first flashed with static, then a long video compiled from various unrelated clips began to play.

According to the description on Wanli Fengdao's paper, the images in the long video included—

a figure in a long cape standing atop an ancient castle;

a group of eerie figures wearing Bamboo Hats, almost three meters tall, walking in the rainforest;

a river foaming with bubbles, filled with a large number of dead fish floating;

a vast, cloudless blue sky;

a distant view of Dolphin Hotel lit up brightly, with faint, lively party noises in the background;

a young woman smiling as she combs her hair at her dressing table mirror;

a close-up of the Dolphin Hotel corridor, deserted, with the clock at the end of the hallway showing 03:33, its second hand moving, indicating that it wasn't a still image;

a black-and-white scene, where the same young woman combs her hair in front of the mirror, during which her left eyeball falls out, which she picks up and eats, chewing while keeping her smile;

a staircase that oddly appears deep in a forest with no railings on either side and a green wooden door at the top; a blur stumbles into the frame from the right, flickering as it moves towards the staircase, pushes open the door, and vanishes.

These scenes were edited haphazardly, their meaning unclear, exuding a strange atmosphere everywhere.

The entire video looped three times. After the third loop finished, the TV lost power, and the screen turned black again.

The perplexed Wanli Fengdao, holding his Longsword, awaited an abnormal event, but nothing happened in the room all night long.