Sacrifices appeared again.

The next morning, the players gathered in the lobby on the first floor, talking in hushed voices.

Last night was the fifth night the players had been at the Dolphin Hotel.

The players who skipped their turn were Bai Haozheng, Hei Shengzi, Yu Yi Xinzhong, Liu Wudai, and Ω.

The players who received notes were Plague Doctor, Li Ang, Mule, Wanli Fengdao, and 13mArk.

Plague Doctor's note from last night said, "Don't breathe."

He received the note around 00:30 and immediately smelled a dull, foul, rotten odor.

As an experienced doctor, he immediately identified it as the smell of a highly decomposed animal carcass.

Following the instructions on the note,

Plague Doctor immediately held his breath, covered his mouth and nose, and carefully explored his room, 0608, with his weapon (a long staff) in hand.

Plague Doctor pushed open the door to the side bedroom and immediately saw the source of the rotten smell—a humanoid elderly creature.

It had a highly decomposed appearance, with large areas of skin peeling off its body, revealing large patches of black, damaged muscle fibers, as if splattered with ink.

It had no hair, eyebrows, or eyelashes.

The ten fingers were so rotten that the bone stubs could be seen. The upper and lower lips were incomplete, and through the holes in the lips, blackened gums and teeth could be seen.

Drip, drip.

This highly decomposed elderly humanoid creature was bent over, its face turned towards the bedroom door, standing still.

The bottom of the middle pants it wore, and the bag it held in its right hand, were constantly dripping a black, viscous liquid.

It was a bit like petroleum, and a bit like asphalt.

Very strangely, the hotel's building materials, which the players couldn't damage even with all their might,

were vulnerable to this black, viscous liquid.

The carpet in the bedroom of room 0608 was corroded by the black liquid, hissing and emitting smoke.

Through the holes caused by the corrosion, Plague Doctor could even see the core of the wooden floor.

Something’s not right.

The elderly humanoid creature hadn't done anything, but the alarm bells in Plague Doctor's mind were ringing loudly.

Judging from the experiences of many players in the past few days, even the anomalies inside the hotel couldn't cause substantial damage to the hotel rooms.

The mystery of the "monster" in front of him was definitely several levels higher than ordinary aliens.

Plague Doctor covered his mouth and nose, enduring the urge to breathe.

At the same time, he pretended not to see anything and carefully closed the bedroom door.

Excuse me for the intrusion.

After closing the door,

Plague Doctor immediately took a rather sci-fi heavy gun from his backpack and pulled the trigger at the crack in the door.

This gun was called the [Azure Multifunctional Spray Gun], and it was equipped with dozens of modules that could spray different kinds of substances.

Styling powder for makeup,

Colored ink for wall graffiti,

Medical glue for stopping bleeding,

And waterproof gel for repairing submarines and cabins.

He used the [Azure Multifunctional Spray Gun] to spray a large amount of waterproof gel into the cracks of the side bedroom door.

This gel grew rapidly when exposed to air and quickly solidified.

It was not only sticky and capable of welding objects,

but also isolated seawater, air, and sound waves.

After isolating the side bedroom door,

Plague Doctor took out a peach wood sword, a crucifix, and a diamond ring tied to a chain from his backpack and hung them on the bedroom doorknob.

These three items could all produce a sealing effect.

The "door" guarded by them would be truly "closed" on a mystical level.

Any teleportation skills or flash effects

would not be able to leave the space represented by the "door."

After doing all this,

Plague Doctor released his hand covering his mouth and nose, and then took out a portable oxygen cylinder and breathing mask from his backpack and put them on.

The world record for holding breath underwater is more than ten or twenty minutes,

but that's based on breathing enough pure oxygen, fully replacing the gas inside the lungs, and without any interference.

Plague Doctor saw the note in a hurry, and before he could finish a breath, he was forced to hold it. It was already not easy to maintain free movement.

After pasting the bedroom door and putting on the oxygen mask, he immediately took a breath.

He originally thought that he had soundproofed and isolated the air in the side bedroom, and he had also sealed it.

If he breathed through the oxygen mask,

the rotten monster in the bedroom would not notice.

Unexpectedly, just as he mobilized his chest muscles and inhaled a breath of pure oxygen,

a large amount of black ink seeped out from the bedroom door.

A rotten, withered hand stretched out from the oily liquid, followed by a head, chest, waist, and legs.

That elderly humanoid monster ignored any extraordinary props,

drilled directly out of the door, and waved its arm at the astonished Plague Doctor.

Without any warning,

Plague Doctor directly appeared in front of the rotten humanoid, staring blankly as the other party reached out and pressed his face.

The oxygen mask he had put on saved his life.

The rotten humanoid's hand, covered in black liquid, pressed on the oxygen mask, instantly corroding the mask into slag, "hissing" and emitting choking white smoke.

In a moment of mortal crisis,

Plague Doctor's mind roared. He waved his long staff, releasing a green light blade, while taking a half step back and using some kind of flash skill to shrink the ground.

The green light blade released by the long staff hit the rotten humanoid, like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to cause the slightest damage,

but his shrinking of the ground was released normally—he flashed to the other end of the living room, with a sofa between him and the rotten humanoid.

Unexpectedly, the rotten humanoid did not continue to pursue, but froze in place, its nostrils flaring, sniffing the air.

Plague Doctor immediately realized that the trigger mechanism for the other party was his own breathing.

As long as he didn't exhale or inhale, he wouldn't be attacked.

Stopping breathing is easier said than done.

Except for anaerobic bacteria, viruses, and a very small number of Myxozoa (a parasite that lives in the muscles of salmon),

the vast majority of organisms on Earth need to exchange gases with the outside world.

As a doctor, Plague Doctor was very clear about the consequences of suffocation and the limit of his body's breath-holding.

Taking a full breath can allow him to stand still for six minutes.

Low-intensity activity, four minutes.

Strenuous activity, or even combat, a breath can only last about two minutes.

After a brief thought, he resolutely formulated the next course of action.

He used the paper and pen provided by Li Ang to quickly write down all the information about the rotten humanoid,

moved in small steps to the door, stuffed the paper outside, then returned to the master bedroom, closed the door, and took a deep breath of oxygen from the oxygen cylinder's tube.

Just as he had expected, as he inhaled, black ink also leaked out of the walls of the master bedroom.

That highly decomposed humanoid monster passed through the wall and entered the master bedroom directly from the living room,

and once again used that wave-of-the-hand skill that could cut space, grabbing Plague Doctor toward him.

Author:

Author's Note: I wish all college entrance examination candidates and students good luck.

Good luck

Good luck, good luck

Good luck, good luck, good luck

Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck

Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck

This is, Taihang Mountain.