Chapter 007: Selection

Zhang Fengyu subconsciously wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. Suddenly, his hand froze in mid-air; he finally realized what was wrong with Wang Li. Wang Li was the heaviest among them, yet he had not sweated a single drop from beginning to end. All of their clothes were soaked with sweat, but Wang Li had not even a drop of sweat on his face. This was highly unusual for a fat man who would sweat profusely after just a few words.

Wang Li was taken aback by Zhang Fengyu's words, but this seemingly natural expression revealed a deep-seated gloom. Zhang Fengyu couldn't help but shiver, further confirming his earlier suspicion. If this person were indeed Wang Li, he would have long since scolded him, and would never have merely responded with this one sentence and left it at that

I truly do not want to die in this storm! I want to live! I miss my parents, I want to go home!

Haha

Can I guess correctly? Is it possible? If I guess wrong, I'm finished; I really don't want to die

But before he could utter a sound, the decaying corpse completely took over his body, and no one knew what he ultimately wanted to say

Time seems to have come to a standstill at this moment, and one cannot even hear the sound of human breathing around; the entire world has been replaced by a profound silence

Zhang Fengyu no longer needs to speak to test; this person is undoubtedly a ghost. Thinking back to the initial scream that Wang Li let out, it is likely that the real Wang Li was already killed at that moment, and this ghost impersonating Wang Li has been lingering by their side all along

Zhang Fengyu suddenly burst into laughter, but this smile was laced with tears. In this brief period, the five roommates who had slept under the same roof met their tragic deaths one after another before his eyes. Regardless of their usual relationships, they were all living, breathing individuals, vibrant lives that had met such a tragic end at the hands of a ghost. The pain and unwillingness they felt before their deaths now played in his mind like a broken record, continuously rolling over and over, piercing through his already numbed nerves once again. Regardless of their usual relationships, they were all living, breathing individuals, vibrant lives that had met such a tragic end at the hands of a ghost. The pain and unwillingness they felt before their deaths now played in his mind like a broken record, continuously rolling over and over, piercing through his already numbed nerves once again

Life has entered its final countdown, the ghost has already crawled out halfway, and it continues to crawl outward. Its sharp claws are still reaching towards the direction where Zhang Fengyu is, grasping!

At this moment, Zhao Jinglan made an incredibly difficult choice, pointing at Hong Bo with his hand and exclaiming in a broken voice: "He is a ghost! A true ghost!"

Wait! Is idealism really like this!

This sentence embodies his hope for life; perhaps when he awakens, he will be grateful that it was merely a dream, or perhaps there will never come a day when he awakens again

There is no time left for him to hesitate, Wang Li is indeed that true ghost, it must be so without a doubt. Zhang Fengyu thought to himself, finally pointing his finger at Wang Li, and then he heard himself tremblingly say: "That ghost is Wang ... ... "

Zhao Jinglan cried loudly, but Zhang Fengyu could only watch him in silence. He could not bring himself to offer the so-called comfort. Was he to become a guinea pig, to validate Zhao Jinglan's conjecture? He asked himself if he could ever do such a thing.

After Zhao Jinglan's death, he appeared in his seat just like the previous flood waves, while a decaying corpse crawled out on the big screen, clearly targeting him. The moment it fully emerged, Zhang Fengyu was also about to bid farewell to this world, a profound sorrow enveloping his heart

Wait! Wait! Wang Li is the most timid, so why was Hong Bo the first to lose his composure and flee instead of Wang Li? Wang Li is the most timid, so why is he the only one among us who remains the calmest? Wang Li is the most timid, so why does he never go along with others, but instead contradicts others' speculations every time? Wang Li is the most timid, so why do I not sense the kind of fear in Wang Li when facing death ... ? Wang Li is the most timid, so why do I not sense the kind of fear in Wang Li when facing death ... ?

At this moment, regardless of whether this answer is correct or not, a decision must be made immediately. If the right choice is made, he can naturally survive; if the wrong choice is made, it will be the end for him

Zhang Fengyu enjoys watching horror films primarily because he feels a resemblance between himself and the characters in those films; both are struggling to survive. However, one is struggling among ghosts, while the other is struggling in the sea of humanity. He never imagined that it would end up like this.

Zhang Fengyu, in pain, clutched his throbbing head, slowly raising one hand. His bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Wang Li, as an overwhelming sense of fear enveloped him once again

Zhang Fengyu looked at him, constantly shaking his head and sighing without offering any congratulations. This was because Zhao Jinglan, who stood before him, had already transformed half of his body into the decaying corpse that had just crawled out from the large screen. At this moment, the corpse was staring with its bulging eyes, greedily fixated on Zhao Jinglan on the other side.

Zhao Jinglan ultimately made the wrong choice. When he saw that another hand had turned into a bony claw, he already knew his fate. However, in the final moments of his life, it seemed as if he had come to some understanding, as he trembled and pointed at Zhang Fengyu, mumbling something.

Where is it wrong

Moments later, the world returned to its clamor, filled with the excited voice of Zhao Jinglan: "I chose correctly through the storm and rain, I chose correctly, I can survive!"

Zhang Fengyu, what nonsense are you talking about!

Meanwhile, the corpse finally crawled out, lifting its incredibly decayed face, staring ominously at Zhao Jinglan, whose face was streaked with tears. In the next moment, its figure abruptly vanished.

The six individuals in Zhang Fengyu's dormitory do not actually have a good relationship. Wang Zijiang is petty and cannot stand others being better than him. Zhao Jinglan always forces others to accept his ideas. Hong Bo is a snob who believes that Wang Zijiang's wealth makes him worthy of flattery. Li Jian, whose parents are both officials, inherently looks down on everyone. Wang Li is extremely timid, needing to wake someone up to accompany him even when going to the bathroom at night. He believes that Wang Zijiang's wealth makes him worthy of flattery. Li Jian, whose parents are both officials, inherently looks down on everyone. Wang Li is extremely timid, needing to wake someone up to accompany him even when going to the bathroom at night

Zhao Jinglan's heart was screaming in unwillingness, and this choice could hardly be described as cruel. His fingertips had completely dug into his palm, yet he felt no pain whatsoever. In just a few short seconds, the confidence on his face had twisted into a mess.

Immediately, an answer also emerges spontaneously

Zhang Fengyu looked up at Wang Li and noticed that Wang Li also had a face full of fear, appearing to have no issues at all. He quickly averted his gaze, but he felt that Wang Li was unusually different compared to before, though he could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

Zhang Fengyu's heart was beating faster and faster, and the cold sweat on his face was flowing more and more. At that moment, the ghost on the big screen had only its feet left, not yet escaped. It seemed as if he had made some kind of determination, turning his head towards Wang Li, and said with a slight tremor in his voice: "Wang Li! It was all you, wasn't it!"

Zhang Fengyu closed his eyes in pain, as everyone else had already been killed, leaving only him and Wang Li. Even he could not think of any way out, let alone the cowardly and foolish Wang Li. In despair, he chose to give up, to abandon the struggle and quietly await death