"What? You received that game?!"
Hearing Feng Wenxuan's trembling voice, Chen Mo's heart also skipped a beat. Before this, everyone had assumed the next target of the curse's spread would likely be Li Xiaoxiao, who had a close relationship with Zhou Xiaomi. But... this cursed game had directly jumped to a participant!
What shocked him wasn't just that Feng Wenxuan had received the cursed game, but the ghost's attack method in this story!
Up until now, he had thought the cursed game would arrange for some plot characters to die as a buffer period, allowing them, the participants, to piece together clues. However... reality was not as he imagined. After the necessary hints appeared, the curse skipped the plot characters and directly locked onto the participants as attack targets!
No wonder... this story had assigned as many as seven participants and even set a one-month time limit. Was it all just to make the participants decipher this so-called "cursed game" while being killed by the curse one after another?
What a joke! Was this story meant to buy time with human lives?
"Damn it..."
Beside him, Dai Minghan clearly realized the same thing at once. His face instantly turned extremely grim as he took a deep breath and grabbed the phone again!
"Feng Wenxuan, don't panic first. This game shouldn't kill the infected target immediately, so everything... wait until we get back to talk!"
Even with Dai Minghan's reassurance, after hanging up, Feng Wenxuan's heart was still filled with panic!
He was, after all, just a newcomer who had recently joined the radio station. At this moment, facing this real threat of death, he realized that the tension and fear in his heart weren't something he could easily overcome through sheer will!
His phone had long been tossed far away, because before this, Feng Wenxuan had learned from the horror story group that the world he was about to enter was a supernatural realm where murderous ghosts truly existed. Firmly believing this, what he feared most now was a ghost suddenly emerging from his phone and brutally killing him!
But after hesitating for a while, he finally walked over, reluctantly picked up the phone again, and then, following Dai Minghan's instructions, headed out of the school gate. Not far from the school entrance, there was a coffee shop. Because of its quiet atmosphere, the participants had been gathering there during their free time over the past few days to discuss tasks.
Mechanically moving his steps, Feng Wenxuan's mind was filled with terror.
He had watched some horror movies about curse transmission, like *The Ring* with its cursed videotape or *One Missed Call* with its death calls. But no matter what, every victim infected by a curse never escaped the ghost's hunt... all, without exception, ended in death!
Was he going to become the next victim of this cursed game...
No, I... I don't want to die...
I have a wife and child. I work hard and just recently got a promotion. Although... I used some not-so-honorable methods during the promotion process, Feng Wenxuan didn't think he deserved to pay for it with his life!
What should I do...
At this moment, his heart was full of struggle. What if, by simply not opening the phone to run the game, he wouldn't be killed by the curse? Though this hope was slim, as participants struggling in this terrifying world, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, how could they not try their best?
Caught in this conflicted state of mind, Feng Wenxuan finally arrived at the agreed-upon location. A Siamese cat lying by the door seemed startled by him and let out a lazy meow.
Seeing Feng Wenxuan's ashen face, Ye Sheng, Li Kai, and the others felt a jolt in their hearts. His appearance reminded them of people they'd seen on TV who had been sentenced to death but not yet executed—that look of desperate struggle in their eyes.
Especially Duan Xue, who couldn't help but recall Chen Mo's earlier warning: in this world, murderous ghosts truly existed, and Feng Wenxuan before her was the first participant targeted by a ghost. That cursed game was undoubtedly a death notice!
The most terrifying part was that they, as participants, had almost no means to fight back against murderous ghosts, only able to rely on some items to temporarily fend off attacks.
Though his mind was filled with anxiety and fear, being stared at by these people as if he were already dead made Feng Wenxuan feel annoyed. Especially when, as soon as he sat down, the others immediately moved away from him like avoiding a plague, which infuriated him even more.
"I'm not dead yet! Do you have to act like this?!"
Hearing Feng Wenxuan's angry roar, Ye Sheng immediately retorted, "Who knows how this cursed game spreads? We're just protecting ourselves. Can't you understand that?"
"Understand my ass!" Feng Wenxuan was provoked by this remark and couldn't help cursing. Facing the threat of death, he craved help from his companions, and their cold, self-preserving attitude only stung him more.
"Don't forget, after I die, it'll be your turn next, heh... none of you will escape..."
"Feng Wenxuan! What do you mean?! It's not like we caused this! Why curse us?!"
"Exactly, it's just your bad luck. What does it have to do with us?!"
"If we weren't trying to help you figure things out, why would we bother coming here? Look at your attitude!"
Hearing Li Kai's rebuttal, Feng Wenxuan was unimpressed and snorted through his nose, "Don't make it sound so nice. What you're really worried about is your own safety, isn't it? Helping me figure things out? I think you just want to see how I die and find a way out for yourselves!"
"Feng Wenxuan! That's going too far!"
"If you don't want our help, then we'll each fend for ourselves!"
Li Kai, who had just been interrupted by Feng Wenxuan, stood up, pretending to wash his hands of the matter.
Seeing Li Kai like this, Feng Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat. The anger that had clouded his mind instantly cleared.
If the other participants really abandoned him, a newcomer without any items, he would truly be doomed!
But since they had just exchanged harsh words, he couldn't find a way to save face while easing the tension.
Forget it, forget it. Compared to life, what was face worth? Just as Feng Wenxuan sighed inwardly and prepared to lower his stance to seek help again, a taxi suddenly stopped outside the window. Chen Mo, Dai Minghan, and the others jumped out, quickly entering the shop.
Sensing the tense atmosphere among the group, Lin Tianheng couldn't help but pause: "Everyone's acting like they've eaten gunpowder. What's going on?"
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