Free Web NovelChapter 66: Chapter 66: Bro, Is This Your House or What!
Sister Xia turned her face and immediately spotted the exit gleaming brightly not far away.
[Survivors, please proceed. The escape exit will close in thirty minutes.]
The notification in her mind chimed suddenly once again.
Only then did Sister Xia react—so this whole night had been an illusion.
Because that escape prompt never once rang out during the night; they were stuck in the illusion, unable to sense it even once.
Bam—
Bam—
...
Beside Sister Xia, eight people collapsed in succession. Just moments ago, they were barely clinging to life, but now, seeing they’d been running toward a fake escape all night—
Witnessing themselves, sixteen people, standing atop a giant hamster wheel, they truly broke down this time; their breath vanished in an instant, dying on the spot.
The viewers in the live stream watched a few regain consciousness, then glanced at the distant escape door.
[Honestly, I totally get why they died—seeing you’ve been played all night, that last bit of will just evaporates.]
[They don’t even know if this ’waking up’ is just another Illusion Technique.]
[Do any survivors even have the strength left to rush for another exit now?]
[Now is true despair, seriously—look at their legs, can barely move.]
[And there’s still an evil spirit right there, how are they supposed to run?]
...
Sister Xia didn’t hesitate. She activated the music box she’d snatched and stared at the lurking rat evil spirit nearby.
A phantom, miniature stage slowly rose under the rat evil spirit’s feet; Sister Xia jumped straight off the wheel and ran for the exit.
She’d fought all night; there was no way she’d just give up now.
The remaining survivors followed at her heels, eight of them, nobody spoke.
They just silently dashed for the exit.
Seeing the rat evil spirit wasn’t chasing, the group couldn’t help but breathe out in relief.
But from the viewers’ perspective—it was quite a different story.
On the audience’s screen, the rat evil spirit vanished from human sight at the very last second, stepping effortlessly out of the music box’s range.
The music box that trapped Tuantuan before was useless now.
Looks like it stayed motionless on purpose—maybe just toying with the last humans.
[Heard of cats catching mice, but first time seeing mice catching humans.]
[Seriously, you can’t hope for anything here. SSS-level dungeon, like humans can just walk out?]
[Honestly, Jiang Che and their group really lucked out, slept soundly, way less trouble than this hell.]
...
While that side flees, Jiang Che also woke up.
Just as he woke, Tuantuan picked up his movement, "Daddy, good morning!"
"Where did you all go..." Jiang Che rubbed his eyes and connected minds with Tuantuan.
He glanced at his room.
The walls were covered with torture devices, stained with unknown grime.
Apparently, his parents had a thing for this aesthetic, room decked out like this.
He scoped out his surroundings, emotional as a stone.
The locked prison door just needed a push to open.
Maybe the audience assumed he was locked up, but to Jiang Che, it was just a door casually closed.
"We got stuff ready for Daddy! Later, follow what we planned and do something for us, okay?" Tuantuan coaxed him, feeling a little reluctant.
Ding Ning patted her head, "No need to feel sad, we’ll be together again."
Next time the hunting ground arrives, their family would reunite once more.
Tuantuan nodded hard, looked at the puzzled Jiang Che and said, "Daddy, go to the basement. Grandpa and Grandma’s friend is there, a really nice uncle."
Jiang Che nodded and set off for the basement, about to find this so-called friend of his parents.
"This uncle said, he’ll help daddy get a good job." Tuantuan repeated what Ding Ning had instructed.
"Got it." Jiang Che never planned to sponge off his family forever; feeling a bit guilty, he scratched his head. No work so far, but he understood his duty was to care for his wife and daughter.
"I’ll try my best. Won’t let you all down." He was definitely following this uncle, ready to work hard and earn money.
It’s kind of embarrassing that his job had to be arranged by his parents, but...
Heh, is this what they call "living off your elders"?
Jiang Che secretly felt delighted, though nurses at the hospital always said it was shameful.
But honestly, being looked after by his parents felt awesome!
He finally had elders to live off!
He’d work hard, wouldn’t disappoint anyone!
Jiang Che stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked toward the door.
The live chat watched this unfold—one side running for their lives, the other Jiang Che waking up.
Everyone expected Jiang Che to realize he was trapped and freak out.
[This mental case doesn’t even know where he is, right?]
[How can you judge someone with a messed-up brain by normal standards?]
[Honestly, I envy him. The ignorant are fearless.]
...
Barrages filled with chatter. Jiang Che finished tidying up and pushed at the cell door.
The door had a little padlock hanging, but it wasn’t actually locked; he simply took it off, set it aside, and walked out.
The live stream went dead silent. Jiang Che had walked right out—no one could believe their eyes!
[WTF! What did he just do! He got out!]
[Wait, wait—it’s not that he got out, dude, the door wasn’t even locked!]
[Huh? He just stepped out?]
[The evil spirit never expected this, right? Normally lock up a human—they cower in the corner, trembling like crazy. This guy just treats it like home, opens the door and strolls out.]
[Bro, is this your house? You just open doors like that?]
...
The comments went nuts. Jiang Che’s casual door-opening hit everyone like a brick.
No one thought the evil spirit wouldn’t lock the door; nobody thought Jiang Che would just step out.
Jiang Che went down the stairs, none of the horror people expected—no ghosts popped up, no evil spirits in the room.
Absolutely silent, just Jiang Che stepping down from the second floor, his feet pressing the old wooden stairs with heavy creaks.
The little house looked ancient; every step Jiang Che took made the wood groan painfully.
Jiang Che frowned at the planks beneath him, vowing to make money,
At least redo this place—he wasn’t a kid anymore, now it was his turn to support the family.
Jiang Che kept walking down, every footfall hitting right in the viewers’ nerves.
Creak—creak—
[Keep it down, man! You’ll wake the evil spirit with all this noise!]
[Are you frowning because you think it’s not loud enough?]
[My God, he’s not worried but I am!]
[Finally got out, bro, don’t do this to us. Watching you is giving me a headache!]
