Library

Don't be late, don't open the book, don't look back. At midnight, the same live broadcast was forced to pop up on the World Channel: In the picture, Yin Yue, Mo Jia, Leng Ningchuan, Ye Feng, and three classmates who were randomly dragged here. Yin Yue looked at the graffiti on the wall and said softly: "Everyone is afraid of it, but it turns out he is just a child who likes to play." "It's a pity that it won't let me say it!" Mo Jia felt helpless and had no choice but to hide it. Leng Ningchuan stared at the old videotape and murmured to himself: "Maybe this is her salvation, the child caught in the folds of time." "In the end, it was him who decided the game." Ye Feng sighed as he played with the chess pieces. There is no explanation, no retreat, only seven blood bars hanging above the head. It's not that they're afraid of the rules, it's just the horror and weirdness of the ghost stories... "Stay alive or be wiped clean before dawn."