The Headless Big Boss suddenly lifted my chin, half–squatting to look me in the eye. His eyes were an eerie crimson:
“Nina, you’ve guessed what the key is, that’s why you’re so reluctant, right?
“But you don’t know, if you get lost here, you won’t become one of us ghosts. You’ll just turn into a wisp of black fog around us.
“And your so–called horror game world is full of this black fog. It has no emotions, no consciousness, no thoughts. It can’t even be considered a thing.
“Nina, that way, I would lose you forever.
“If that’s the case, I’d rather you lose me for a short time first.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his palm and plunged it into his own chest, pulling out a beating, fiery red heart. He casually tossed it into one of the keyholes on my door.
That lock suddenly turned into a big–headed monster and devoured the heart completely.
With a “click“, the first lock opened.
The mechanical voice seemed stunned now, its tone filled with inexplicable fear:
[Well then, would the other esteemed ghost masters be willing to offer your “hearts of happiness” to help your family member open this Otherworld Door?]
Yes, the key to opening the door was actually the hearts of the ghost family members.
And it had to be the so–called “heart of happiness“.
Ryan and Sophie looked pleadingly at their ghost family members.
But those three ghosts shook their heads in unison: “Sorry, our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”
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As they spoke, they casually cut open their own chests.
Indeed, there were three dead, black hearts.
When role–playing, players always approached tasks with fear, terror, and endurance.
Therefore, after seven days, the ghosts‘ hearts had not truly attained happiness.
This was also the viciousness of the mission.
