Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 707 - 705: Cleansing

The Ghost of Hidden Eye had died.

Black Holy Son clutched the paper covered in writing, his face an ashen hue.

The time was now 7:20 a.m. the following morning, with the remaining eleven players congregated in room 1208 of the Dolphin Hotel.

Unlike the rooms of Kafei and Danfei, room 1208 bore no signs of combat. When the players arrived, there was no blood on the carpet, the furniture was in its place, the lights were on, and the door was unlocked and open. Only the Ghost of Hidden Eye, who should have been there, was nowhere to be found.

Taking into account the other players' experiences and the content of the paper, it was certain that the Ghost of Hidden Eye had encountered some misfortune.

Last night, those who hadn't received a note, thereby having a bye, included Yuyi Xinzhong, Plague Doctor, Li Rising, Mule, and Wanli Fengdao.

Those who had received a note were Bai Haozheng, Black Holy Son, Ghost of Hidden Eye, 13MARK, Bob, Yuyi Xinzhong, Liu Wu Dai, and Ω.

Bai Haozheng received his note at 12:30 a.m., which said "Dodgeball." Before he could analyze it thoroughly, he felt something hit his back, flinging him through the air and crashing against the wall. Fortunately, his Nen ability had nearly become instinctual. Instantly activated at the touch of an external force, it protected his internal organs, bones, and muscles. Otherwise, that one blow would have been enough to break half his bones.

Bai Haozheng, injured, heard a child's silvery laughter echoing in the room, the voice laughing, "Four more times."

Instantly, Bai Haozheng spread his Nen ability outward, creating an aura with himself at the center and filling the corners of the room. Within the "circle" reach of his Nen ability, he vaguely detected three ping-pong ball-sized shadows bouncing back and forth at high speed on various planes of the room, much like the bouncing ball in the sci-fi movie *Men in Black*.

Bai Haozheng immediately understood the rules of "Dodgeball." Over the next two hours, he maintained the circle of his Nen ability to detect the positions of the three balls, constructing the layout of the room and the shape of all furniture surfaces in his mind, predicting the trajectory of the balls, and continually avoiding them.

After being hit twice, he managed to lock all three rapidly bouncing balls in the bathroom—the balls couldn't damage the structure of the room; they just needed to be confined to a closed space.

As for Black Holy Son, he received his note around 12:27 a.m., the content of which was "Tell a Ghost Story."

The moment he read the content of the note, a pair of ghastly pale, emaciated arms emerged from the void, reaching out to clasp Black Holy Son's shoulders.

The arms were attached to a head several times larger than a basketball—round and bulbous, gray-black in color, with messy, dirty, sparse hair, no nose, and no ears, just a pair of wide gray eyes and a mouth that took up most of the head.

The head moved as swiftly as lightning, opened its gaping maw, and engulfed Black Holy Son's head, its razor-sharp teeth gently touching his neck and carving out trails of blood.

The head didn't bite off Black Holy Son's head but rather issued a deep, hoarse voice from its throat, "Tell me... a ghost story..."

Confronted with the threat of death, Black Holy Son's hair stood on end as he instinctively wanted to use his ability.

Yet the moment he thought about activating his equipment, tools, or skills—without even formally doing so—the creature's mouth swiftly closed in, cutting directly into his windpipe.

"Resist, flee, death," came a voice from the creature's throat.

Although Black Holy Son had arcane protection that could quickly heal fatal wounds, if he lost his head... He wasn't Xing Tian. He couldn't be saved, goodbye.

As mentioned before, Black Holy Son was a Young Master of the Higan Organization, raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had always had others cater to his pleasure and had never had to flatter or appease anyone else. When threatened by such a bizarre specter, he was at a loss for words, his mind going blank.

Black Holy Son, his hair standing on end, hesitated for less than half a second before the creature's mouth began to slowly close inward. Sharp teeth pierced his skin and slashed open blood vessels. Blood splattered everywhere, and pain shot straight into his brain.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Black Holy Son quickly raised his hand to stop the creature's biting motion, racking his brain to tell a ghost story—some material was from the internet, while other parts were drawn from his own past scenario quests.

That bizarre head was no easy foe. Whenever Black Holy Son stuttered to a halt, or when the story he told turned dry and uninteresting, it would slowly close its mouth, only slightly loosening its bite when the story entered its climax.

In the time that followed, Black Holy Son dredged his guts for inspiration, doing his best to fabricate one shoddy ghost story after another. By 3:00 a.m., the head finally slowly opened its mouth, smacking its lips in dissatisfaction, and with a BANG, turned into white smoke and vanished.

Bob, who lived on the ninth floor, did the same as before: he stepped into the bathtub, deprived of all senses, his perception of time's flow once again slowing by half.

Liu Wu Dai, who lived on the third floor, was asked to... "help with the bath."

In the bathroom of the Dolphin Hotel room, there was a ceramic bathtub. When Liu Wu Dai, holding her bow and arrows, pushed open the bathroom door, she discovered a figure already in it.

It appeared to be a woman—"appeared" because she had long hair and numerous deep cuts on her face that obscured her original features. She sat forlornly in the bathtub, her skin decaying and festering all over, covered with pustules, a ghastly green that reminded one of a putrid swamp.

Abundant whipping and scorching marks covered her limbs and torso. Rusty wire was tied around her wrists and ankles, its sharp edges deeply slicing into her skin and exposing ghastly white bone. Yellowish-green pus flowed endlessly from the wounds.

The woman just sat there; whether she was dead or alive was unclear. The entire bathroom was filled with an indescribable stench.

Liu Wu Dai first called out for a while but received no response. She then cast a healing Spell toward the woman, but to no avail.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to carry out the instructions on the note. Meanwhile, using her skill, she turned her bow and arrows into a Floating Cannon, suspending them in midair, ready to fire at any moment. She then picked up a towel from the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, and slowly began to wipe the woman's skin.

The entire process of helping with the bath was a nightmare. Even with the ventilation on, the horrible stench in the bathroom couldn't be cleared; it kept infiltrating her nose, piercing her brain. Moreover, the woman's skin had completely rotted and was extremely soft; a little force with the towel would rub off entire pieces—she remained silent throughout, and Liu Wu Dai didn't know if she had lost the ability to feel pain. Liu Wu Dai cleaned for three hours. She was unaware of the woman's age, identity, appearance, or past, nor did she know why the woman was trapped there in such a state. But a deep intuition told her that the woman held no malice.

Liu Wu Dai gently wiped off the filth with the towel and fresh water, sewed up the wounds with a needle and thread, and cut the binding wires with scissors.

Finally, at 2:50 a.m., the cleaning was complete. The water in the bathtub had been changed countless times. The woman's appearance remained terrifying, but it was much improved.

She opened her eyes, turned her head to look at Liu Wu Dai, and slowly nodded. In her gray-white, murky eyes, a tender gratitude seemed to be hidden.

"Thank you."

A barely perceptible female voice echoed in the bathroom, as soft as Liu Wu Dai had imagined.