Chapter 2112 - 1169: Night Visit to the Cultural Palace (Part 4)

Yang Xiao was previously involved in writing ghost scripts, so the last thing he’s lacking are ghost stories.

He plans to pick out some of the most thrilling ones to raise Master Sun’s intensity, ensuring he won’t sleep a wink or dare to visit the bathroom all night, thereby securing a free night watchman as labor.

Yang Xiao feels he’s incredibly clever, though it might be tough on Master Sun.

Yang Xiao plans to first go to the storeroom and take the map.

He wants to study the layout of the factory again to prepare for tomorrow’s actions.

With teammates being unreliable, he has to put in more effort himself. Right now, he has no other luxury, just hoping those teammates are obedient, learn quickly, and don’t stir up any trouble.

However, with the experience from the last task, Yang Xiao knows that even if someone breaks down emotionally and reveals their identity during the task, it doesn’t matter; the "people" in this world simply can’t hear.

No, accurately speaking, they can hear but can’t understand.

"Tap"

"Tap"

"Tap"

One has to say, wandering inside this empty and silent Cultural Palace indeed requires some courage; all around is silence, and the darkness hides unknowns, with only footsteps echoing repeatedly down the corridor.

After listening for a while, one might feel as if someone is following not far behind, matching their pace.

And that might not be a "person" in the complete sense, perhaps just a pair of legs.

At this moment, Yang Xiao’s flaw is evident, his imagination is far too rich, and nearly uncontrollable.

In just a few seconds, he has already envisioned three ghost forms and seven ways they might attack him in his mind.

While dispelling the chaotic images in his mind, Yang Xiao simultaneously quickens his pace. He plans to immediately leave after obtaining the map and other materials, returning to the gatehouse to chat with Master Sun and share some restful tales from his imagination.

"Tap"

"Tap"

"Tap"

As Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng reached the third floor, heading towards the storeroom location, suddenly, a light flashed ahead at the corner of the corridor, followed by the sound of a door closing.

Though the sound wasn’t loud, in this silent environment it was impossible to ignore, and the already tense Ye Zheng shivered.

"Someone!" Ye Zheng blurted out.

This is when the quality of an experienced player shines. If it were a newcomer, they would surely turn and run now, but Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng did not.

From their experience, if the other party is a ghost, running now plays right into their hands; on the way back, they’ll either encounter Ghost Hitting the Wall or be directly blocked by the ghost.

Also, more importantly, the direction of the light and sound is precisely at the storeroom location, which raises suspicion in Yang Xiao.

"Master Sun, Master Sun!!" Yang Xiao didn’t act rashly, but stood in place, shouting towards the staircase not far away.

In such a quiet environment, even if Master Sun was in the gatehouse, he’d be able to hear their shouts.

Ye Zheng also joined him in shouting, their voices completely tearing apart the silent night.

And as expected, soon Yang Xiao heard a response from downstairs, followed by the sound of running, Master Sun was coming upon hearing the news.

"Hold on, don’t move, let Master Sun go in and see what’s happening." Ye Zheng pulled Yang Xiao back a step, preparing to wait for reinforcement.

But, unexpectedly, a few seconds later, a bloated black silhouette suddenly rushed out from the corridor corner, this scene frightened Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng.

At this moment, any cunning plan was completely out the window, as Ye Zheng screamed, they were terrified and turned to run.

Yet unexpectedly, their shout seemed to have startled the bloated black-clad ghost, who hung their head and moved faster than them, knocking Ye Zheng to the ground.

Seeing the figure up close, Yang Xiao’s face turned fierce, he swung the flashlight horizontally and directly hit the ghost’s kneecap.

With a scream, the ghost shadow stumbled before falling to the ground, the posture even more awkward than when Yang Xiao fell earlier in the day.

As the ghost fell, its bloated upper body was revealed, Yang Xiao’s eyes widened, he saw that it was an elderly man, draped in a black coat and carrying a torn cloth bag, making his upper body extremely bloated.

Now the cloth bag scattered open, revealing discarded electronic parts, among other things like scrap angle iron.

At this moment, the elderly man lay on the ground, begging Yang Xiao continuously, saying he made a mistake, it was his first time, next time he won’t dare, pleading for Yang Xiao not to report him to the security office.

"Is there really a spy?!" Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao was dumbfounded.

But he only hesitated for a moment, since the other party wasn’t a ghost, whether a spy or not, Yang Xiao wasn’t afraid.

"Who are you?! Are there any accomplices behind?" Yang Xiao’s eyes sharply stared at the corner of the corridor, bluffing: "Let him come out, I saw his shadow!"

"No... no, just... just me, I’m really just a first offender, I was just confused for a moment, please, let me go this time!" the old man knelt and begged relentlessly.

"What’s your name? What do you do?" Ye Zheng, nursing his aching waist, looked at the old man with resentment.

"I’m... I’m Sun Delin, night watchman at the Cultural Palace." Suddenly, the old man seemed to remember something, he looked up at them questioningly, "I remember I locked the door, how... how did you two get in?"

Upon hearing the name Sun Delin, Yang Xiao’s mind buzzed, he immediately stepped forward to search the old man’s body, and soon found his credentials in his pocket.