Chapter 29: Rules of the Psychiatric Hospital (13)

Second floor of the psychiatric hospital.

Player Zhao Lixin was currently digging through feces with his bare hands inside a bathroom stall, but in the next second, his muddled consciousness suddenly snapped back to clarity.

Seeing the yellowish, defecated mess in his hands, his face turned from dark blue to pale white, and from pale white to dark blue, before he began throwing up uncontrollably.

“AAAAHHH… What on earth did I do?!”

Zhao Lixin was on the verge of losing his mind, yet every single action he had committed during this period was vividly stamped in his brain.

At the mere thought of having eaten so much feces, he vomited so hard his bile almost came up.

“Sob sob sob… I’m dirty, I’m not clean anymore…”

Zhao Lixin cried and threw up at the same time, while the viewers in his livestream fell into a brief silence.

[To be fair, after watching the streams for so long, Zhao Lixin really seems to be the most tragic player.]

[Some players might still be alive, but socially, they’re already dead.]

[It’s fine, it’s just eating shit for a day, isn’t it? I’m gonna puke…]

[Zhao Lixin is Old Ba of the toilet; grabs shit with his bare hands to eat, loves to vomit while he poops, public restrooms are his home.]

[Person above is a little master of rhyming.]

[From now on, toilets will be Zhao Lixin’s eternal nightmare.]

[Heartbroken. True heartbreak isn’t throwing a scene, true disappointment isn’t crying your eyes out…]

—

Just as Zhao Lixin was about to vomit to the point of collapse, he finally noticed a change in his character status.

Seeing that his condition was cured and that he could leave the psychiatric hospital at any time, a look of confusion flashed across his eyes.

“What happened during this time?”

Although he had no idea what had taken place, being able to leave this cursed place was fantastically good news for him.

Thus, Zhao Lixin stepped out of the psychiatric hospital building. As the glaring sunlight fell upon him, he felt a subtle trace of warmth.

He turned back to glance at the psychiatric hospital building—the dilapidated structure reeked of a heavy deathly aura, making one’s hair stand on end.

Then, without turning his head back, he stepped out through the front gates.

“Ding! Congratulations to player Zhao Lixin for successfully completing the quest.”

Zhao Lixin’s figure vanished on the spot.

—

On the other side.

After Sang Yu followed Brother out of the dark space, a semi-decayed corpse in the body-strewn corridor suddenly grabbed Sang Yu’s ankle.

“Save me… I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die…”

Sang Yu looked down to find Zhou Muxue, a bloody, mangled mess.

The lumps on her body had turned into festering sores, completely rotting away. Her entire body was covered in a disgusting brown mucus, emanating a sickening, foul stench.

“You’re already dead.”

Sang Yu moved her foot away, her expression cold and indifferent.

Zhou Muxue’s flesh and internal organs had long since been hollowed out; currently, she was merely a walking corpse whose soul remained imprisoned inside a decaying body.

“No! I’m not dead, I can still be saved! I beg you to save me, save me!”

Zhou Muxue raised her hand, wanting to grab Sang Yu once more, but her fingernails quickly peeled off, exposing the stark white bones of her fingers.

Brother’s eyes turned gloomy as he kicked Zhou Muxue’s hand away, saying coldly, “Don’t touch Little Yu with your filthy hands.”

A fallen soul like this was far too dirty—utterly unworthy of touching Little Yu.

Brother held Sang Yu’s hand as they walked away. Behind them, Zhou Muxue’s shrieks grew increasingly desperate.

“Don’t leave me behind! Don’t leave me all alone…”

Dragging her rotting body, she shrieked until her voice rasped.

However, in the next second, her legs were grabbed by other corpses. Those souls formerly bound by the Evil God had gained brief liberation after the Evil God vanished.

They wanted to grab onto anything they could get their hands on, dragging them down into hell together.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Zhou Muxue’s eyes widened in sheer horror, but more and more hands grabbed onto her body.

Her skin and flesh were ripped apart, the bones across her entire body snapped, and her soul let out a painful roar before completely sinking into the abyss of despair…

—

Zhou Muxue’s tragic end made the viewers in the livestream chat break into a cold sweat.

[Is this the true end of sacrificing oneself to an Evil God?]

[I take back what I said about sacrificing fifty pounds of fat. I’d rather be a happy fat person for the rest of my life.]

[An Evil God is an Evil God, and a true god is a god. Facing these wicked things, we gotta stay rational and resist temptation.]

[What kind of bullshit Evil God? It’s just a hideous monster giving itself a grandiose title to trick brainless idiots.]

[Reject feudal superstitions—except for the God of Wealth.]

—

Sang Yu followed Brother to the treatment room on the seventh floor.

“Brother, where is the food you prepared for me?”

Sang Yu looked at the empty treatment room, a playful smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Brother’s face was devoid of expression. He raised his hand, his fingers lightly gathering a lock of Sang Yu’s hair to tuck behind her ear.

“Little Yu, why did you go to the fourth floor?” Brother asked in a flat tone, his deep, dark eyes staring unblinkingly at Sang Yu like an unfathomable vortex, emanating a soul-snatching evil aura.

His hand rested on Sang Yu’s neck, his icy fingertips gently caressing her fair skin.

Sang Yu blinked, saying obediently, “Little Yu already told you, I was hungry and came out to find something to eat.”

Yet upon hearing Sang Yu’s explanation, the light in Brother’s eyes darkened even further.

“Little Yu is lying.”

Brother’s fingers suddenly exerted force, leaving a red mark on Sang Yu’s neck. His eyes turned crimson, his expression tinged with a paranoid, sickly obsession. “Little Yu went to the fourth floor to look for a way to leave this place. You want to sneak away from me again.”

“Host, an unstable state has been detected in the target! You must NEVER provoke him, or I’m worried your romance progression might revert all the way back to square one!”

The System gave a weak warning, seizing the opportunity to hold out a carrot: “You need to find a way to stabilize his emotions right now! Once the romance progression is complete, whether you want to kill him or slice him up later will be entirely up to your mood!”

Hearing the System’s reminder, Sang Yu’s original thought of tying up her perverted Brother vanished into thin air in an instant.

She had almost forgotten—she still needed to romance Brother.

“Brother, Little Yu won’t ever leave you. Little Yu will stay with Brother forever.”

Sang Yu stood on tiptoe, suddenly kissing Brother.

The dangerous, evil aura surrounding Brother instantly waned quite a bit.

No matter when, this man was always very easy to coax.

Sang Yu pushed her luck, wrapping her arms around Brother’s waist. Rubbing her nose against his chin, she cooed coquettishly, “Brother, Little Yu likes you. I want to live with Brother for a lifetime. Even if Brother chases me away, I won’t leave you.”

Moved, Brother hugged Sang Yu tightly, nodding slightly. “Okay. Brother and Little Yu won’t ever be apart for a lifetime.”

Seeing Sang Yu tell lies with such practiced ease, the System felt relieved while secretly griping, *Heh, women are all liars.*

Even the viewers in the livestream chat caught on:

[Why do I feel like Sister Yu is saying one thing and meaning another? She’s intentionally playing with Brother’s feelings!]

[Heh, women are all player pigs.]

[A woman’s tears and fake words will act until your heart breaks.]

[Never trust a woman’s words.]

[But Sister Yu is a female ghost…]

[Female ghosts are even worse! Full of ghost lies, not a single word of truth (????)]