But adhering to the principle that more friends an more paths, Zhou Mingxiao was willing to make such a friend. This world isn’t very large, and in the future, the two of them might run into each other sowhere. As long as young people like him don’t fall along the way, their future achievents are limitless.
Through his observations, he concluded that Yang Xiao’s identity was highly likely to be associated with the Patrol Defense Office or Chamber of Comrce factions, or perhaps one of those notable forces in the world of martial arts.
During the subsequent conversation, they discussed many topics, focusing mainly on this current task. Yang Xiao placed great importance on the creature crawling with its limbs on the ground, speculating it might very well be the Source Ghost—the one responsible for killing Chen Moting.
"That’s what I thought too, but there is no evidence to confirm it," Zhou Mingxiao replied honestly. That creature brought him imnse pressure, almost causing him to panic and flee.
"It’s not that there isn’t any evidence," Yang Xiao pondered before sharing his reasoning, "You ntioned that when you opened this DV cara, the footage showed dayti, and all the other ghosts vanished, leaving only this ghost in the fra, right?"
"Right," Zhou Mingxiao nodded.
"The ghost that killed Chen Moting was capable of attacking during the day; the others couldn’t do this," Yang Xiao stated. "Also, you overlooked a critical detail: the office area recorded after opening the DV was normal, depicting the pre-fire scene, or to be specific, the world line before the fire occurred. Since the fire hadn’t happened yet, it ant there were no burnt ghost, no female ghost jumping off, nor Waist-breaking Ghost—nothing at all."
"Yet you fild a ghost in the office before the fire happened and everything was normal, so what do you say this ghost is?" Yang Xiao asked.
"Source Ghost!" Zhou Mingxiao had a sudden realization. He hadn’t completely ignored these possibilities but wasn’t as thorough in thinking them through as Yang Xiao, experiencing the clarity of an outsider.
After Yang Xiao’s guidance, Zhou Mingxiao understood everything, and he couldn’t help but feel secretly grateful. Luckily, he ran fast; otherwise, he would have been dead by tonight.
The mont he saw that ghostly thing, he didn’t waste a second and directly ran out the door.
This is also a sixth sense of an experienced player; he sensed extre danger from that thing, a suffocating pressure similar to soone drowning.
Out of caution, Yang Xiao and Zhou Mingxiao didn’t search for Wu Zhuo’s corpse, planning to wait until daylight when everyone was gathered.
As for resting, it was necessary. Yang Xiao volunteered to take on the night watch duty, letting the older Zhou Mingxiao rest first while he guarded the first shift.
Being a sensible person, Zhou Mingxiao didn’t refuse Yang Xiao’s goodwill, but sincerely reminded him to wake up when the ti ca, so he could take over the next shift.
Equivalent exchange; he didn’t want to owe Yang Xiao a favor. These favors could be beneficial at critical monts.
He didn’t even mind letting Yang Xiao take advantage of small favors, like standing watch an extra hour or two, to accumulate so goodwill in Yang Xiao’s eyes.
Exhausted, Zhou Mingxiao didn’t bother with formalities, simply piecing together so relatively soft chairs and lying down on them to sleep, feeling at ease with Yang Xiao on watch.
On a deeper level, even if he died in his sleep, he wouldn’t bla anyone. After all, if Yang Xiao couldn’t handle the night watch, he wouldn’t be of any use either.
This would only indicate that they both violated so unavoidable deadly rule, resulting in a forced kill by the ghost.
At 3 AM, the exhausted Yang Xiao woke Zhou Mingxiao to take over his shift.
Zhou Mingxiao was straightforward, got up without hesitation, and even tidied up the chairs so Yang Xiao could sleep more comfortably.
"Mr. Zhou, just keep watch; don’t touch that DV cara," Yang Xiao advised after lying down.
"Rest assured, I won’t make unnecessary moves. If you don’t trust , hold onto this while you sleep," Zhou Mingxiao said sincerely, producing the DV cara.
"No need, I trust you," Yang Xiao responded, not saying another word before falling asleep.
He was indeed exhausted, falling asleep in less than a minute. The task of the night had been considerably intense, draining both his physical and ntal energy.
For them, the task had only just begun; the clues were still very unclear.
More people were fated to die in the future, quite a lot of them—an unavoidable fact.
But Yang Xiao wasn’t overly worried because the quality of the players this ti was decent, and people like Zhou Mingxiao, Chen Nang, Munan... were quite capable. Especially since he wasn’t fighting alone this ti, with Jiang Qingluan as a reliable ally, the odds of passing this challenge were not small—as long as he didn’t fall into a massive pit and his teammates didn’t either.
Thinking about this, Chen Moting’s face uncontrollably floated into Yang Xiao’s mind again. Although she possessed decent skills and was very clever, it was a pity she died.
Her death wasn’t due to a lack of ability, but rather bad luck.
Who would have thought that after fleeing a night of pursuit—and in the premise that one person had already died—a ghost would co during the day?
Unjust.
Too unjust.
But this is precisely the fearso aspect of the Nightmare World; there’s no absolutely safe place nor absolutely safe ti, unless one leaves entirely.
That night, Yang Xiao slept very restless, having a strange dream. He dreamt that he and Jiang Qingluan successfully survived this task and returned to Yi Sect together.
Yang Xiao pressed Jiang Qingluan on what secret she was hiding from him, and Jiang Qingluan shyly smiled, whispering softly in his ear that she was already... his.
At that mont, Yang Xiao was completely dumbfounded, and just as she finished speaking, a large group from Yi Sect rushed out, led by Jiang Qingluan’s female master, the well-renowned Yi Sect expert, Shao Changyin Ji.
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