221: C221 Horror Games Always Start at Night

C221 Horror Games Always Start at Night

After Lingchen read the introduction of the instance dungeon, a bad feeling arose in his heart. No matter how he looked at it, the conditions for him to be deprived of all forms of resistance right now should be very strange.

"This instance dungeon is so much more terrifying than before." Lingchen muttered in his heart.

Then how could he enter?

Lingchen had to enter this instance dungeon no matter what. The system had already sent out a quest and it was a customized instance dungeon for him.

"System, enter this instance dungeon."

He was silent for a moment, then said this.

Just as he made his decision, the System's voice rang out, as though it had been waiting for a long time.

"Diamond 100, entering the instance dungeon …"

The next moment.

Lingchen felt that the surrounding environment was like rippling water. Then everything changed. He appeared in a bicycle and he was driving on a mountain road.

Then, the System's voice continued.

"In this instance dungeon, one day equates to one second outside. There is no safe zone and can be revived without any consumption. However, if a member dies, the entire instance dungeon will be reset and everything will begin again."

After saying that, the System's voice disappeared.

There was no mission.

He had to clear this dungeon himself.

After listening to the introduction of the system and looking at the self-driving car, Lingchen felt more and more uneasy. It was a road in the wilderness, and it was pitch black. Only the lights were shining on the road ahead.

Lingchen felt that no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a black car.

He was completely unable to unleash the power of Foundation Establishment. All the items were locked in the system warehouse.

In this instance dungeon, Lingchen returned to being an ordinary person.

"System, you are too ruthless. We are so familiar with each other, are we really not giving any form of resistance?!" Lingchen tried to communicate with the system.

"You're so amazing, I'm sure you'll be able to get out alive."

The system left this sentence, there was no more sound.

At this moment, he felt that the System had disappeared as well. The surrounding air seemed to have become extremely heavy, pressing down on his chest and making him unable to breathe.

The road was bumpy and the car was shaking as if it were going to fall apart at any moment.

A moment later.

The car then drove Lingchen to an abandoned mental hospital.

The walls were old and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. It seemed like no one had cleaned this place in years. Lingchen glanced around and thought, why does one have to be so terrifying in this kind of place.

The car slowly stopped, indicating that Lingchen could get off.

But...

"Luckily, I've played the game of Terror before. Otherwise, I would have directly alighted from the car."

Lingchen looked around to see if there was anything useful in the car. In the end, he found a camera on the chair beside him.1

He was a reporter.

Aside from a camera, all that was left was some documents. It seemed like he had come here for a reason.

But it doesn't matter.

Lingchen walked down with the camera. As long as he walked into this mental hospital, everything would be clear.

He walked into the mental hospital with the camera. The scene in front of his eyes was desolate and depressing. Lingchen raised his head and looked at the hospital. Suddenly, he saw a figure through a window on the third floor on the left.

The figure flashed past and turned off the lights in the room.

The cold night wind blew on his body, making him feel somewhat cold.

"Why do you want to come at night? Can't you come during the day?" Lingchen muttered in his heart.

As he walked forward, he saw three minesweeper parked in front of the gate.

Lingchen: "..."

Why would such a thing appear in a mental hospital?

He took a deep breath, felt foolish to talk about science and reality in a place like this, and ignored the chariot, walking towards the closed door.

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