Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 6 Departure

"What is... going on?" Du Shangjing frowned slightly, staring at Bai Yanliang's name, which was red to the point of almost dripping blood.

"Li Mu, have you ever seen a situation like this?"

Du Shangjing turned his head and asked the young man beside him who appeared to be twenty-five or twenty-six, ordinary in looks, but with a perfect physique.

His gaze was somewhat complex, as Du Shangjing knew more about Li Mu's fearsome capabilities than others.

He still remembered when he first entered this ghostly place, he was the 47th person, and back then, Li Mu was already first...

No one knew when Li Mu had entered here; he seemed never to have negative emotions.

Being with him increased the survival rate significantly, and he would always help everyone as much as he could.

If one day all forty-nine people here needed to complete the same task, undoubtedly, he would receive everyone's support.

In this ghostly place, this kind of trust can't even be obtained by someone as outstanding as Zhou Li.

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But in Du Shangjing's eyes, Li Mu seemed to become more low-key and mysterious.

Logically, Li Mu's features had no flaws, but when combined, his young face appeared utterly ordinary.

Even his eyes, which are the most revealing of one's inner self, were full of calmness and warmth, showing not a ripple of emotion.

"Li Mu?"

Du Shangjing called softly again.

"Hmm? Sorry, I was thinking about something." Li Mu said, his gaze slowly moving down from the blood-red name to Bai Yanliang.

"I have never seen such a situation either. Logically, a newcomer shouldn't possibly qualify as a resentful... but this is not a good thing for him."

Seeing Li Mu make a brief comment and then fall silent, Du Shangjing also looked at Bai Yanliang, lost in thought.

Indeed... being a resentful is a good thing, but it is also an extremely terrifying matter...

At this moment, most people's expressions were not as calm as Li Mu or Du Shangjing, especially the four people grouped with Bai Yanliang.

As Bai Yanliang's name completely turned blood-red, four other names began to change gradually.

Xu Zhi'an, Feng Xinghan, Jiang Li, and... Li Yuejun!

Bai Yanliang looked toward the crowd, and four people with extremely unpleasant expressions stepped forward.

Among them, that Li Yuejun was indeed the woman who mocked him earlier.

But now, her face no longer showed any irony, only pallor, fear, hatred, and fright.

What does it mean when a name first turns red?

Could I possibly influence them?

Bai Yanliang thought for a moment, about to ask, when Zhou Li spoke, his words quick as if something was chasing him:

"Newcomers, listen up: never act alone! Also, there will soon appear three lines of text, corresponding in sequence to the three groups. Be sure to remember your group's text! Analyze it carefully; it's the key to leaving 'the past'!"

Zhou Li's words made Shen Changrong and Qi Nian slightly bewildered and fearful of the unknown; one showed it clearly, while the other suppressed it forcefully.

Only Bai Yanliang seemed oblivious to anything.

Just as Zhou Li finished speaking, a gentle voice echoed from the back of the crowd: "You all, trust no one."

Everyone turned sharply and saw Li Mu's face as calm as ever, his gaze sweeping over the three newcomers without further comment.

Du Shangjing's expression was somewhat amazed; not only him, but Zhou Li also had a similar look.

At this moment, a change finally occurred.

The forty-nine names densely arranged in the air, except for the nineteen already turned blood-red, suddenly scattered, transforming once again into gray mist.

"Watch closely!" Zhou Li's voice resounded again.

Shen Changrong and Qi Nian were somewhat bewildered, flustered, but seeing everyone staring intently at the changing gray mist, they too quickly looked over.

Bai Yanliang was no exception, though his expression was somewhat thoughtful.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the gray mist formed by thirty names quickly converged into lines of text.

"One, Mountain Moon Hiding, Retrieve Coffin Underwater, Limit to three days."

"Two, Do Not Open Eyes in Front of Mirror, Do Not Look Back at Light Calling, Survive One Day."

"Three, Sleep with Back Against Ground, Lose Soul, Wake in Dream, Limit to seven days."

Bai Yanliang had a tremendous strength, and that was a good memory.

As long as he tried to remember deliberately, imprinting it in his mind, he would never forget. Except for the tragedy ten years ago.

So, as he read through each word of the three lines, he even remembered the texts of the other two groups by heart.

With the appearance of the text, those in the second group turned terribly pale-faced.

"Yu Hanzhou... it's indeed a survival task..."

Du Shangjing looked complexly at that refined young man.

Yu Hanzhou, Yu City University's youngest dual Ph.D. in literature and history, courteous and polite, with a future that was supposed to be boundless.

But... after inadvertently entering this damn ghostly place, a normal life had become alien to him.

In reality, he was still that well-mannered, outstanding person like an ancient noble gentleman.

But no one knew that Yu Hanzhou had been struggling in this bizarre and frightening world for a full year...

And this time, he finally encountered a survival task.

On the surface, the task for Yu Hanzhou's group, "Do Not Open Eyes in Front of Mirror, Do Not Look Back at Light Calling, Survive One Day" seemed the simplest. The taboos seemed clearly stated in the text, and the time limit was just a single day.

Yet, most people knew that survival tasks were the most terrifying, difficult, and mentally breaking tasks...

"Hanzhou."

A woman's voice, carrying concealed worry, emerged from behind Yu Hanzhou. Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yu Hanzhou did not turn to look.

However, those in his group who knew a bit about the relationship between the two glanced back at the woman.

Su Qian.

A senior at Yu City University.

Life really is full of such coincidences. In a vast country like Hua, spanning thousands of miles, yet there were two people among the forty-nine from the same city and even the same university.

Perhaps it was due to a shared circumstance, or maybe it was the attraction of the soul, but after seeing Yu Hanzhou upon first entering here, she felt more joy than fear.

But Yu Hanzhou had never given Su Qian any response, always maintaining a courteous distance.

Maybe Yu Hanzhou knew that those who entered here had lost the right to happiness.

Having read extensively and being knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, he surely understood the sentiment: if I'd known love would tie me down, I would've preferred never to have met.

Regarding love, Yu Hanzhou dared not touch a single shred, for they were all people trapped in a curse.

Under the dim light, the forty-nine remained in silence.

The thirty people not selected did not show any sign of luck; instead, a flash of sympathy passed through their eyes as they looked toward Yu Hanzhou's second group.

Bai Yanliang looked up, watching those three lines of mist words scatter again and transform into dense fog encasing the nineteen selected.

Panic, fear, distraction, despair... The expressions on their faces varied.

Finally, Bai Yanliang was also engulfed and covered by the thick fog. A chillingly cold breath wrapped him from the feet up, until it obscured his eyes.

Before the thirty, Bai Yanliang and his group, enveloped in gray mist, suddenly vanished, leaving only nineteen blood-red names hanging in mid-air, like an eternal curse.

Everyone knew that once one of these names dissipated, it meant that person would never return...