Duan Lang stared down the empty hallway.
He could feel it—something else was watching him.
He tried to speak to whatever it was.
"Can you let me out of here?"
No answer. Just silence echoing through the corridor.
"What do you want? What are you trying to do?"
Still nothing.
A bunch of "ghost-trap" tropes flashed through Duan Lang's mind.
They said boy's urine could break ghostly illusions, right?
Now he deeply regretted spending 598 yuan with Lin Zhi at that place.
He shuffled to the corner and peed.
Not a boy anymore, but hey, worth a try.
A moment later, after a good shake and a zip-up, he dashed down the stairs.
This was his final hope.
Still hopeless.
He was still trapped in the staircase between the sixth floor landings.
Didn't even get to see the hallway this time.
"Damn it! What now?!"
Trying to stay calm, Duan Lang pulled up his skill screen.
[Mischief Ghost Skill: Prank]
Commit mischief, cause annoyance, anger, negativity, rage, madness…
"So this skill... literally wants me to piss people off?"
After thinking it over, Duan Lang took a deep breath.
His eyes gleamed with a strange determination.
He was nervous—what he was about to do might really piss off whatever lived in the hallway.
"But I'm already stuck here. Who cares if it gets mad?"
He crouched down.
"Prrrrttt…"
He released everything his stomach had been holding.
But he didn't stop there.
He grabbed a handful of it… and smeared it on the wall.
🧟♂️ [Mischief Ghost Skill Triggered]
You've angered the hallway entity: Acquired [1982 Boy's Urine]
"…Seriously?"
It was just a desperate attempt, but to his shock—it worked.
He hurriedly opened his system inventory.
A new item had appeared: a bottle of 1982 Boy's Urine, sealed in a green tea bottle.
Item: 1982 Boy's Urine
Description: Breaks illusion-type spatial traps.
Warm Tip: Why not take a sip? You might develop immunity to illusion spaces! Teehee~
He opened the cap.
Yup. Smelled exactly like what you'd expect.
He poured the liquid into a hallway corner.
"Crack!"
A fissure split open in the wall.
Duan Lang gasped with joy and bolted down the stairs.
And then… he saw it—the fifth floor hallway.
"The fifth floor! Holy crap, I made it! Hahahaha!"
It felt like waking up from a nightmare.
Overjoyed, he prepared to head further down.
But then…
Thud… Thud… Thud…
Footsteps echoed from the stairwell below.
Duan Lang leaned forward for a peek—
His pupils shrank.
A child was playing soccer.
The problem? The kid had no head.
And the "ball"?
A human head, bouncing like a pro-grade football.
The elasticity was disturbingly perfect.
Duan Lang nearly pissed himself.
He retreated and hid in a corner, making sure not to be seen.
Drip.
Drip.
Was something leaking?
It wasn't a pipe.
There was blood pooling on the floor, dripping from the ceiling above.
He looked up—and immediately clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide with horror.
A woman in a blood-soaked dress clung to the ceiling like a human spider.
Her face and gown were drenched in crimson.
She held a severed arm in one hand, blood slowly dripping down.
She seemed… asleep.
Goosebumps exploded all over Duan Lang's body.
Step by step, he silently retreated to the sixth-floor hallway.
Compared to what was downstairs…
this cursed loop was actually safer.
SILENT SCREAMING.
Duan Lang couldn't believe it.
He'd thought he escaped. But nope—downstairs was even worse.
Back in the sixth floor's cursed hallway.
He glanced at the mess he'd made on the walls.
Awkwardly, he mumbled, "Sorry, I'm back. Honestly, it feels safer here. You don't mind, right?"
🧟♂️ [Mischief Ghost Skill Triggered]
You've angered the hallway entity: Acquired [1982 Boy's Urine]
"…Dude, you get angry way too easily."
Oddly, Duan Lang felt a bit relieved.
With infinite boy pee on demand, he now had a reliable escape method.
But he was still stuck.
Can't go down—headless-kid-with-a-head-ball.
Can't go up—serial-killer-maniac chasing him.
Honestly, the hallway felt like the safest place.
He took a deep breath.
"I can't afford to fall apart now."
Looking up at the ceiling, he spoke:
"I want to talk. Can we be friends?"
No response.
🎯 [Thrill Task Triggered: Make a Friend]
Raise favorability with one entity to 'Friendly' to complete the task.
Difficulty: G | Penalty on failure: None
Warm Tip: More friends, more options, right?
Duan Lang wasn't sure what triggered the task,
but hey—he'd figure it out.
"Hey, buddy, say something, will ya?"
Still silence.
He pulled out the bottle of boy pee.
"If I dump this entire thing on the floor, will you die?"
A breeze swept through the hallway.
Dust in the corner swirled into a single word:
"GET LOST."
Now this was more like it.
Duan Lang chuckled.
Unscrewing the cap, he poured a little onto the "GET LOST" and wiped it away.
🧟♂️ [Mischief Ghost Skill Triggered]
You've angered the hallway entity: Acquired [1982 Boy's Urine]
This time, the wall shuddered violently, a large piece of plaster cracking off.
Suddenly, something clicked in Duan Lang's mind.
The hallway itself—it was the ghost.
No wonder smearing poop on it pissed it off so much.
"Look… I didn't want to smear poop on you, alright? We can talk this out. Let's call it even?"
The dust swirled again.
"GET LOST. GET LOST. GET LOST."
"Jeez, why so mean? I just wanna be friends."
This time, a question mark (?) appeared.
Duan Lang asked,
"That guy who was chasing me—is he still upstairs?"
"No."
"I don't believe you."
He poured more boy pee on the floor.
🧟♂️ [Mischief Ghost Skill Triggered]
You made the hallway sulk: Gained +1 Agility
No item this time, just a stat boost.
Guess the hallway ghost was legit losing its mind.
"I got another question. How many ghosts live on the sixth floor?"
The letters that appeared were faint—like the entity's energy was waning.
"Three."
Three!?
Duan Lang panicked.
He'd only slept for four hours, and everything had gone to hell that fast?
"Besides the guy who chased me—who else?"
"604. 606."
…"This is a fucking nightmare."
He lived in 605.
Sandwiched between two haunted apartments.
"Hey, buddy, can you help me deal with them?"
"No."
"I think you can. Don't sell yourself short."
As he spoke, he opened the bottle again and tilted it toward the wall—very seriously.
Another big chunk of plaster fell.
🧟♂️ [Mischief Ghost Skill Triggered]
Your shamelessness leveled up: Acquired [Silver Earring]
Item: Silver Earring
Effect: Detects malevolent intent from entities. Emits heat as a warning. If no hostility is present, the item remains inactive.
Now that was a valuable item.
With this, he'd be able to sense a ghost's aggression before it struck.