I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Suddenly, such a terrifying scene unfolded, catching Qin Nuo completely off guard.

He stepped back a few paces, his expression puzzled and grave.

Grandpa Agai's mouth was open, with an unknown yellow-brown liquid seeping from the seven orifices of his face. He reached out a hand, seemingly mistaking Qin Nuo for his grandson Agai, and mumbled incoherently.

"Agai... Grandpa makes dinner every night waiting for you to come back... That night, it was Grandpa's fault... After you ran out, why didn't you come back? How could you be so heartless to leave Grandpa alone at home?"

After finishing his fragmented words, Grandpa Agai's trembling body collapsed to the ground, with the brownish-yellow liquid seeping from the pores of his skin.

His wrinkled face was covered by the muddy liquid, completely dissolving.

In an instant, only a pool of muddy water remained on the ground, with layers of cheese-like viscous liquid oozing from beneath his clothes.

Qin Nuo looked down, frowning silently.

"Your words are killer, huh? You talked him to death in just a few sentences," the Blood-Eyed Ghost glanced at the ground and couldn't help but comment.

"This isn't a ghost transformation, or rather, he was just a shell. His grandson Agai was the only thought sustaining this shell."

Qin Nuo murmured to himself, as if he could see the night Agai ran away, the old man alone in the empty house, filled with sorrow and regret.

Later, Agai likely died, and the old man always hoped his grandson would return. At the usual time, he would prepare meals and wait, and over time, it became a habit, imagining Agai would come back every day.

The flesh died, but the spirit remained.

Sustaining a body long since decayed.

Qin Nuo's few questions prompted Grandpa Agai to reveal past events, but as it went on, it was as if he had uncovered the truth, revealing the harsh reality.

The thought that sustained him was extinguished.

The decayed body, the brownish-yellow liquid that flowed out, was likely something like corpse oil.

Although Qin Nuo gained some useful information, his heart was a mix of emotions.

Even though it's ultimately a game NPC, who can question whether they truly existed? Were the experiences just fabricated out of thin air?

The smell spread through the air, drifting over to the group of elderly people gathered nearby. They paid no mind, watching the chessboard with interest, occasionally shouting and selling.

A cool sensation came from his hand; it was the popsicle melting. Qin Nuo tossed it into a nearby trash can, shook his hand, and turned to leave with his hands in his pockets.

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"According to Grandpa Agai, Agai and the other children were likely cursed long ago. They loved performing but seemed possessed."

"Who turned them into this? Even after death, their souls were imprisoned and manipulated like toys!"

"Such a twisted and mature script, was it really written by that child named Yanan?"

Returning to the alley, Qin Nuo walked through the lane, his mind lingering on these questions.

The mist ahead thickened suddenly, becoming obscured.

A bone-chilling cold filled the entire alley, and Qin Nuo, who had planned to go home and lie down, stopped in his tracks.

He looked back, then forward, a strange feeling enveloping him, unease written all over his face.

"Next time, I'll never take this alley again; it's never smooth!"

With this thought, Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched, and he saw a hunched figure gradually emerging from the white mist.

"Is it that old man from this morning, Ah Le's grandpa?"

Qin Nuo was slightly puzzled. That Ah Le seemed to be a good playmate with Qin Feng.

The terrifying ancient well he saw in the morning and the child named Ah Le, based on the normal operations of the Horror World, with a little association, it wasn't hard to guess that Ah Le likely died in that well.

Ah Le's grandpa, like Grandpa Agai, couldn't accept his grandson's death, and with self-delusion, imagined his grandson Ah Le was still alive, accompanying him.

"In Younan Town, lonely old people can be seen everywhere. The middle generation has all gone out to work, leaving the young and old in the village, seemingly leading to many tragedies."

Qin Nuo thought, Qin Feng and Ah Le were good playmates, so the other party shouldn't harbor any hostility towards him.

This guess steadied Qin Nuo's mind.

In the white mist, Ah Le's grandpa emerged, his face like old tree bark, dotted with corpse spots. Seeing Qin Nuo, he smiled and said, "Child, where are you going?"

"My Ah Le keeps talking about you. When will you come to see my grandson?"

Qin Nuo smiled politely, "Next time, Grandpa, I'm really a bit busy today."

The old man seemed not to hear Qin Nuo's words and continued, "My Ah Le is mischievous and loves playing hide and seek. I'll make some dinner tonight. Can you bring my grandson home? You can stay and eat with us."

Qin Nuo pondered for a moment and said, "Grandpa, Ah Le is really good at hide and seek. I don't even know where he's hiding, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish, the old man interrupted, a chilling smile on his lips, "How could you not know where he's hiding? You must know!"

"Six o'clock in the evening, don't be late, or the food will get cold!"

As he spoke, the old man turned and slowly disappeared into the mist, still holding the broken toy from the morning.

As he left, a game notification suddenly sounded in Qin Nuo's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player for triggering a role-playing task!"

"Task content: Due to past events, Qin Feng tosses and turns every night, waking up in the middle of the night, looking towards the balcony, seemingly always seeing a boy in white standing there, watching him, with blood flowing from his eyes, a chilling smile on his pale face."

"Perhaps out of guilt, or something else, I long for everything not to have happened, for Ah Le to return home and continue to accompany his grandpa."

"Please bring the role-playing character, playmate Ah Le, home before dark, and leave safely to complete the task!"

Hearing the task content, Qin Nuo's expression was filled with confusion.

What does it mean?

Why would Qin Feng feel guilty?

Or was Ah Le's death related to him, even caused by him?

Qin Nuo checked his watch. The time before dark was vague, but Ah Le's grandpa required him to bring his grandson home before six.

"It's close to three now, which means I have three hours for the task."

After Ah Le's grandpa left the alley, the dense white mist thinned considerably, gradually dispersing.

Qin Nuo exited the alley and, at the corner, instinctively glanced at the empty space from the morning.

The white mist was dense there, completely covering the ancient well.

Qin Nuo pondered for a moment, then turned and continued on his way home...