Trembling At A High Altitude

"The older ones really can't keep up with us, they're basically just here to make up numbers for you, don't be so harsh with your words." The people at the mahjong table quickly interjected a few words of reconciliation, worried that tensions might escalate.

Li Teng had a good temper and wasn't angry at all, so there was no real way for the conflict to escalate.

The landlords game couldn't continue, so the three of them could only go watch others play mahjong.

To keep the mahjong game going, the four players at the table adopted punishment measures such as sticking notes and crawling under the table, which added a bit of fun to the game.

Due to the female manager's death, everyone was cautious and tried to maintain a facade of harmony to avoid becoming the target of someone's grudge and then experiencing the brutal scene of the female manager's retaliation.

Time finally dragged into noon.

After lunch, they began to sleep in shifts.

One group before three o'clock, another after three o'clock, everyone was woken up by force before dark, and then they all stayed up late after having dinner together.

...

After dinner.

It had gotten dark.

Four people were still playing mahjong, three were watching.

They used this method to keep as many people together as possible.

Even going to the bathroom was a group activity; the women went first, with the three of them taking turns one by one without daring to close the stall doors, keeping the one inside within the sight of the two outside.

The men waited outside, ready to rush in at any sign of trouble.

It was the same the other way around.

Although those going to the bathroom and those keeping watch felt awkward, there was no helping it, as life was the most important thing.

With the conflicting figure of the female manager gone, today had been harmonious throughout, except for when two people complained about Li Teng being stopped during the daytime card game, and no other arguments had occurred.

"What did the Taoist mean by 'The secrets of heaven must not be revealed'?"

When everyone was together, they began to speculate again.

"Could it be that the female manager has turned into a ghost, and a Fierce Ghost at that, coming to take a life tonight?" someone guessed.

"Stop talking nonsense! According to the rules of the game, as long as a ghost takes one person, it will leave. No matter how many ghosts there are, only one person can be killed each night." The general manager felt somewhat uncomfortable when others suggested that the female manager had turned into a Fierce Ghost.

If the female manager had turned into a Fierce Ghost, he would certainly be the first to be taken.

...

The night grew deeper.

Having slept for two or three hours at noon, by eleven o'clock at night, everyone still felt a bit drowsy.

Though drowsy, no one dared to sleep.

The ghost's task of tormenting hadn't been completed tonight; who could guarantee they wouldn't be the one abandoned if they fell asleep?

After all, as long as one person died, the rest would be safe.

It was like a flock of sheep being hunted by a tiger; if one sheep sacrificed itself, the rest would temporarily be safe.

The mahjong game simply couldn't go on any longer.

The group returned to the bedroom.

Of course, not to the bedroom where the female manager had died.

But to another bedroom without bloody handprints on the wall.

They closed the doors and windows, turned on the lights, and still kept together, chatting about various things.

Talking could enliven the room and dispel fear.

While they were talking, the salesman suddenly looked toward the wall behind the general manager, his face showing an extremely fearful expression.

"What the hell is going on? Stop making that face, it's scaring people!" the general manager scolded the salesman, then followed the salesman's gaze to the wall behind him.

After glancing at it, his hair stood on end, and like being electrocuted, he sprung up from the bed he was sitting on and fled behind the other people.

On the wall behind him, faint blood prints had appeared!

Upon seeing this, everyone else also became incredibly frightened.

"Ma... Manager, re... revenge... It's come." The salesman's voice trembled as he spoke.

"Don't... don't create a terrifying atmosphere! That might have... been there already!" the general manager tried to remain calm.

Just then, the lights in the room flickered.

Then, after the lights flickered, the blood prints on the wall suddenly vanished.

"There's nothing on the wall, that must have been an illusion," the general manager continued to say to the others, forcefully maintaining his composure.

The others looked at the general manager, then their gaze involuntarily drawn to the wall behind him, screamed in unison, and scattered to hide in other corners of the room.

The general manager's face turned deathly pale as he slowly turned his head to see that the wall behind him now displayed an even larger and darker area of blood prints than before.

Without a doubt, these blood prints were targeting him, which is why they kept appearing behind him.

"Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Why is everyone running so far away, have you forgotten the rules? Staying together is safe, if you're alone, it's a dead end! Hurry up and get back together!" the general manager rebuked everyone fiercely but fearfully.

At that moment, the lights in the room began to flicker wildly, and with each flicker back to brightness, the blood prints on the walls spread wider, even extending to all four walls of the room, growing more blood-red in color, and the blood prints gradually coalesced into ghastly figures with bared teeth and claws, ready to jump out from the walls.

The others were completely terrified and in the next moment, they opened the door and fled outside, seemingly having forgotten the rule not to separate.

"Don't panic! Everyone stay together!"

In the chaos, it was the driver's voice shouting.

Ironically, everyone was still not foolish; while running, they still kept up with the others.

Seven people ran out to the courtyard together, with no one left behind.

But...

The next moment, the general manager and the salesman were surprised to find that they were not in the courtyard, but had appeared in the bedroom where the female manager had died.

On the walls and floor of the bedroom, blood flowed everywhere.

A mass of blood slowly formed from the blood on the floor and stood up, gradually taking on a human shape.

It was the female manager, her body shattered, blood streaming from her seven orifices.

"It was his idea, it has nothing to do with me!" the salesman pointed at the general manager beside him.

The general manager could no longer care about anything else, he suddenly reached out and violently pushed, thrusting the salesman toward the female manager.

The salesman, completely unprepared, was thus shoved directly in front of the female manager.

Completely frightened out of his wits, he screamed loudly, thinking he was as good as dead. But unexpectedly, he passed through the female manager's gory ghostly figure and ended up at the open window behind her.

Overjoyed in his heart, he quickly climbed out the window and escaped.

...

Those standing in the courtyard saw the expressions of the general manager and salesman, who were also in the courtyard, and found them to be very strange. The two had escaped the room but were still in an extreme state of horror, as if they had seen something.

The others looked in the direction they were gazing, but found nothing.

Then the salesman yelled, 'It was his idea, it has nothing to do with me!'

The general manager then forcibly pushed the salesman hard towards the front.

The salesman was shoved right to the edge of the bedroom window.

He actually climbed through the window into the bedroom!

He had climbed into the bedroom alone where the female manager had been killed by an Evil Ghost!