The Eleventh Game: Kunlun Hotel 22

At that moment, a heart-wrenching cry for help echoed through the corridor. From the voice, it was clear that it was Wang Zhiye.

Wen Nannan didn't believe that two veteran players would so easily rush out on their own. Living together with two people they couldn't fully trust had already provided an opportunity for those ghostly creatures to exploit.

These things were always experts at finding ways to take advantage of vulnerabilities.

Even though the power was out, the cold air hadn't diminished in the slightest. Wen Nannan sat on her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes wide open, fighting to stay awake until dawn.

It was the sixth day of the game.

At 8 a.m., the players gathered in the dining hall. No one cared whether those who hadn't shown up were still alive, and no one went looking for them.

They just wanted to finish breakfast quickly and get some rest. After all, they had to face the ghostly creatures again tonight.