When the ghost-transformed Gui Yi appeared before Xu Zisheng, all the mysteries in his mind were instantly resolved.

Why could one person exhibit two extremely complex emotional and consciousness responses, completely opposite extremes, as if they weren't the same person.

Why could the wounded injury heal at a speed beyond normal human capability.

Why did he carry a fleeting eerie aura about him.

Why could someone who provided absolutely positive emotions suddenly erupt with boundless malice in the blink of an eye.

Xu Zisheng realized that the betraying actions and the endless malice directed at him belonged to Gui Yi, yet didn't belong to Gui Yi.

To be precise, those terrible negative emotional fluctuations should come from the ghostly other side that coexisted within Gui Yi's body, sharing it with him.

Whether Gui Yi had been transformed, or this was his inexplicable second personality, or perhaps Gui Yi was parasitized by a ghost, Xu Zisheng still couldn't say for certain.

But he could sense that this wasn't Gui Yi's true intention.

The page belonging to Gui Yi in the Blood Book fluctuated once more, this time on a completely unfamiliar ghost.

What did this mean?

This could only indicate one thing—that black-haired ghost who suddenly burst onto the sixth floor was Gui Yi.

The malice directed at him had already vanished.

The ghost-transformed Gui Yi was clearly in a somewhat disoriented state, yet he still didn't attack him, instead confronting the ghostly old woman, buying time for his escape.

Even while struggling on the brink of completely losing rationality, he still rushed forward without hesitation, adopting a mutually destructive stance, seemingly impervious to pain, only wanting to destroy himself.

Rushing toward death, destroying this neither-human-nor-ghost self—

"Who are you?"

Actually, when Xu Zisheng asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart.

But the ghost opposite him seemed somewhat fearful and afraid of being seen in this ugly, filthy state, shrinking back several steps, shaking his head vigorously, as if wanting to deny something.

The flesh on the other's face was exposed, stitched back together with dense black threads, sharp teeth faintly visible, with even half his tongue cut off inside his mouth, his clothes tattered and stained with blood.

Such an unbearable appearance—probably anyone would find it hard to accept—

He should have noticed earlier!

Xu Zisheng pulled aside Xiao Gui'an's hand covering his face, gripped his shoulders, then looked at him with determined eyes, "It's alright, I'll help you, I'll help you..."

Maybe he couldn't completely resolve it now, but that didn't mean he couldn't in the future.

"Calm down, how are you feeling now? Can you transform back?"

"Take deep breaths, don't let the other side control you—"

Huh? What other side? What control? Where did you get that idea?

Xiao Gui'an looked at Xu Zisheng with slight shock, but in the other's eyes, this was confirmation that he had hit the mark. Xu Zisheng's heart sank—his inference was indeed correct.

Xu Zisheng could faintly perceive the painful struggle within the person before him, though he wasn't sure if his abilities could help Xiao Gui'an.

Only two or three minutes remained now. They probably couldn't make it to the top floor to write the real ghost's name during the rotation time, so they needed to find a hiding place first.

As for that fatty, a cold glint flashed in Xu Zisheng's eyes—he would deal with him.

How could Xiao Gui'an not be in pain?

Of course he was, he even wanted to stab himself and just collapse on the spot.

How on earth did he recognize him?

This terrifying, eerie appearance of his absolutely shouldn't have any connection to [Gui Yi].

And what did Xu Zisheng want to help him with? What exactly was the other's attitude toward him now?

Xiao Gui'an always felt like the other had misunderstood something. Was there still hope for his acting performance?

"I'm not..."

The black-haired ghost lowered his head, attempting a final denial and struggle.

But his words were directly interrupted by Xu Zisheng.

"Now isn't the time to talk, let's first find a place to hide—"

"Can you walk? Do you need me to carry you?" Xu Zisheng slightly frowned. The wounds on Xiao Gui'an's body didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon; after just standing briefly, blood had already pooled into a small puddle, winding across the floor.

No, no—

Xiao Gui'an shook his head frantically, not daring to let him carry him. He was bursting with words he couldn't say aloud.

And this didn't seem like the right moment to speak anyway, so he could only hobble along behind Xu Zisheng.

The sky in the horror world had completely darkened, the dim yellow lights at the residential building's base flickering on and off as if veiled in a bloody shroud, with heavy shadows everywhere.

At this moment, the game notification sounded once again.

[Dear players, the first round of game time has ended. The character rotation time is five minutes. Please all players actively prepare—]

[Players who did not complete mission objectives in the first round will have their hiding location exposed once during the second round of the game, so players who haven't completed objectives, please be careful to avoid detection!]

[Current 'Seeker' and 'Hider' identities are being swapped—]

[Player identity: 'Hider', please avoid being [found] before this round's game time ends!]

[Rotation countdown: 00:05:00]

Xu Zisheng was extremely sharp, stopping and going intermittently, bringing Xiao Gui'an to the fifth floor of Residential Building No. 1 during the rotation time—the home of that ghostly boy from before.

"Wait for me—" Xu Zisheng said, once again dragging his axe as he barged into another ghost's home.

Then, before the rotation time ended, before their identities completely reversed, he directly seized the other's den.

Xiao Gui'an focused on his nose, his nose on his heart, standing quietly at the doorway, pretending not to hear the wails coming from inside.

"You! How are you back again!?"

"Waaah! My eyes!"

"Mommy! Wuwuwu!..."

『Rule Three: Don't be seen, and you won't be found.』

When Xiao Gui'an was called inside, he only saw two blood-stained sacks containing things that barely resembled human shapes, occasionally twitching.

Xu Zisheng stuffed several freshly dug-out eyeballs into a can, his large axe stained with blurred flesh and blood placed beside his feet, with some blood splattered on his face.

He gently beckoned Xiao Gui'an to come sit, adopting a posture suggesting he wanted to have a friendly heart-to-heart talk. If one ignored their current environment, his credibility might have increased somewhat.

His words were like a demon's whisper, "Come, Gui Yi, let's talk—"

Xiao Gui'an: Oh, buddy, don't do this!

He'd rather take an axe strike for a quick death!!