I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

A loud bang exploded in the room as the Devouring Ghost was beaten senseless by the Blood-Eyed Ghost, who had two eyes opened.

Yet, in the end, he always managed to stand in front of the shelves, guarding those treasures behind him.

"No one touches my treasures!" the Devouring Ghost roared.

Qin Nuo sensed that the Blood-Eyed Ghost was starting to tire, a result of his Ghost Power being constantly drained.

In contrast, the Devouring Ghost, with a bruised and swollen face, grabbed a pile of trash from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. His whole body shook with fat, and his injuries visibly healed.

"Not much time left to waste here."

Glancing at the time, they had been here for several hours, and it was almost six in the evening. The nuns would soon appear.

"This fat pig is blocking the way, any ideas?" The Blood-Eyed Ghost was helpless, enjoying the beating but unable to do more.

Qin Nuo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "He might be afraid of something."

Qin Nuo didn't answer, instead taking out the gloves of the Thunder King and putting them on his right hand. With human contact, the gloves were instantly covered in electricity, arcs of lightning crackling.

"Go!"

Qin Nuo said.

The Blood-Eyed Ghost didn't ask, controlling the right hand to charge forward.

"A tickling punch."

The Devouring Ghost sneered, but when the punch landed on him, a large amount of electricity surged out, arcs crawling over his entire body.

The Devouring Ghost suddenly screamed in terror, his body convulsing, stepping back a few paces before collapsing to the ground.

"Oh, so you really are afraid of electricity?" Qin Nuo said with a smile.

In truth, he had only guessed.

Earlier, when the Devouring Ghost spat out an electric tablet, Qin Nuo had taken note of it.

The Devouring Ghost twitched, staring at the white gloves with deep apprehension.

But to cover his weakness, he forced himself to say, "I'm not afraid of that thing, I just slipped!"

"Not afraid, then why are you shaking?"

The Devouring Ghost looked at his trembling legs, wanting to explain, but saw Qin Nuo already in front of him.

The white gloves were crackling with terrifying electricity.

"Brother, how about we have a heart-to-heart?" Qin Nuo asked with a smile.

The Devouring Ghost instinctively backed away in fear, asking subconsciously,

"What?"

Before he could finish, Qin Nuo's right hand shot forward like a spear, piercing through the Devouring Ghost's chest, deep into his heart.

"You!"

The Devouring Ghost couldn't struggle in time, the white gloves inside him released a terrifying current, flooding through his organs like a torrent.

The Devouring Ghost convulsed violently.

Layers of fat shook, gradually turning charred.

In an instant, the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

When Qin Nuo withdrew his hand, the Devouring Ghost collapsed to the ground, convulsing madly, eyes rolled back.

His mouth opened, releasing a puff of black smoke.

"Smells like roast meat," the Blood-Eyed Ghost remarked.

"Thunder King Yang's family heirloom is indeed powerful, perfect for dealing with the disobedient."

Qin Nuo said, turning to the shelves to take down a lipstick.

The lipstick carried a faint fragrance.

Half of it had been used, bright as blood.

"This is the real boyfriend lipstick, made from a boyfriend."

"Destroy the shelves!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost suggested.

Qin Nuo thought about it but dismissed the idea.

Destroying a fat nerd's treasure trove was worse than killing him.

More importantly, complaints from the nuns would be troublesome.

Leaving a Rem pillow for the Devouring Ghost, he believed the ghost would know what to do.

Qin Nuo didn't linger, leaving the place.

Soon, Qin Nuo returned to the third floor, heading straight for room 301.

He pushed open the door.

The Evil God of Fire Cloud was still on the balcony reading a newspaper.

The child on the bed was still engrossed in playing games.

The beautiful woman was at the vanity, adding touches to her makeup.

"Decided to deliver yourself?" the beautiful woman asked, looking at her stunning reflection in the mirror.

Qin Nuo said nothing, placing a piece of lipstick on the table.

The beautiful woman glanced at it, her brows furrowing, "How could you possibly find it?"

She had only used it as an excuse to kill Qin Nuo, never expecting him to actually find it.

"It took some effort."

"After all, a lipstick made from one's boyfriend isn't easy to find, you can't just grab any lipstick to pass it off," Qin Nuo said.

The beautiful woman's expression darkened, "Did that crazy woman tell you?"

"No, she couldn't possibly know."

Her face turned icy, as if her little secret had been exposed, and suddenly, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Qin Nuo's expression remained unchanged.

He met her gaze directly, "If you still want to kill me, go ahead, my life isn't worth much."

I've got two lives, I can revive after dying.

But if a patient kills a caregiver, there will be a heavy price to pay!

"Are you threatening me?"

The beautiful woman smiled, but the smile held no warmth.

"I have a habit, every man I've killed, I make into my beloved cosmetics."

Qin Nuo remained silent, still expressionless as he looked at her.

If this woman decided to go all out, there was nothing he could do.

"Zhang Ya, let him go," the old man reading the newspaper suddenly spoke.

This surprised Qin Nuo.

Why was this old man helping him for no reason?

"Old man, are you meddling?" Zhang Ya looked at the old man coldly, unafraid.

"Last time, because of your willfulness, I was punished too. This old body can't take a second time."

The old man put down the newspaper, his hollow eyes chilling.

The child on the bed, still playing games, also spoke up, "Sister, I don't have a third game console. If the nuns confiscate it, there'll be nothing to play." �

"Will you play with me?"

The boy glanced at Zhang Ya, a strange smile appearing on his pale face.

The beautiful woman's eyes softened, picking up the lipstick and crushing it into ashes.

Then, she opened a drawer, took out another lipstick, and applied it to her red lips.

Qin Nuo saw the drawer was full of lipsticks, all with big-headed doll labels.

No surprise, these were all her boyfriends.

Qin Nuo watched Zhang Ya continue to focus on her makeup, understanding her intent, and left the room.

Back in the hallway, Qin Nuo felt the cold sweat on his back, soaking his vest.

The three ghosts in room 301 undoubtedly possessed Horror Level power.

Yet they were all extremely afraid of the nuns, raising many questions.

What did the nuns rely on to rule and manage the asylum?

Why did so many terrifying patients fear her presence?

As Qin Nuo pondered these questions, the game's voice echoed in his mind.

"Congratulations, Player, on completing the C-level instance task. Additional scores will be settled after the instance ends!"

"Congratulations, Player, on obtaining a main quest clue—every night in the asylum, strange singing can be heard in the corridors. Why not find the source and see who's singing?"

"Congratulations, Player, on receiving the task reward—Fallen Angel's Oil Lamp!" (Lighting the lamp dispels darkness and grants immunity to all mental disturbances.)