"That..." The middle-aged man in the tank top looked at the woman's profile, his lips trembling slightly. He realized he didn't even know her name until he opened his mouth, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. "Can I ask your name?"

The woman glanced at him and said indifferently, "Yu Wen."

Her voice was distinctive, with a rare, smoky, and weathered quality.

The woman's willingness to answer seemed to give the middle-aged man in the tank top a glimmer of hope. He quickly straightened his body, adopting a serious negotiating stance, leaning forward with a hint of flattery, "Miss Yu, hello. My name is Zhou Taifu, and my family is in the jewelry business."

The woman, who called herself Yu Wen, turned her head, staring at him with interest, "Go on."

Zhou Taifu licked his lips, "I can tell that Miss Yu is no ordinary person and should be quite experienced in dealing with the current situation, so..."

"So, you want me to protect you, and then pay me a considerable protection fee when we get out," Yu Wen suddenly smiled, "Is that right, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Taifu nodded hastily, "That's right, Miss Yu. As long as you can protect me and get me out of here alive, the reward won't be a problem. I'll definitely make you satisfied."

"Definitely make me satisfied..." Yu Wen rubbed her chin, as if seriously considering it.

Seeing Yu Wen's attitude, another man sitting next to the middle-aged man in the tank top couldn't sit still any longer, and immediately said, "Miss Yu, I hope you can help me too. Although I'm not as wealthy as Mr. Zhou, if I can leave here alive, I can give you everything I have."

"Oh?" Yu Wen tilted her head, as if she was also interested in the latter's proposal.

Zhou Taifu, who thought he had found a backer, became unhappy. He pointed at the other man and scolded loudly, "Miss Yu agreed to me first. What's it to you?"

He turned to look at Yu Wen and said bluntly, "Miss Yu, you just need to focus on my safety. No matter how much this poor guy offers, I'll double it, no!" He waved his hand, "I'll offer ten times as much!"

"You're certainly generous," Yu Wen sighed.

Tightening his lips, Zhou Taifu suddenly became excited. He stood up tremblingly and said, "So, Miss Yu, you agree?"

Yu Wen didn't answer the question directly, but looked out the window. After a while, she asked with a meaningful expression, "Mr. Zhou Taifu, the jeweler, what do you think is the meaning of nightmares?"

"Meaning?" Zhou Taifu was stunned. Does meaning even matter?

Shouldn't the immediate priority be to think about how to get out alive?

Or sit down and talk about the price.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wen didn't even look at him, giving Zhou Taifu the feeling that it didn't matter whether he could give an answer or not, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

But unfortunately, he was the one asking for help, so he could only endure it.

"The work I do is rather special," Yu Wen said slowly. She leaned back in her chair, her whole body in an extremely relaxed state. "Some people pay us to do things, of course," she added, "not in places like our country, but in places with war, so some people call us mercenaries."

Her eyes gradually lost focus, as if she was lost in distant memories, "That place is very barren. The only thing that can attract us is money, and we are willing to do anything for money," she paused, and then repeated in a low voice, "I mean...anything."

Zhou Taifu felt that things were going somewhat awry. He trembled, "Miss...Miss Yu, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Nothing," Yu Wen reached out and brushed the hair at her temples.

But strangely, this action did not show any feminine beauty on her, but was full of a chilling aura like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Both the middle-aged man in the tank top and the man beside him felt a chill in their hearts.

"I just feel it's unfair," she raised her head, and the cold feeling reappeared in her eyes, those dark eyes seemed to be able to devour all light.

"In the real world, wealth and power can allow you to do whatever you want, but please understand that this is the Nightmare World. Everything you are proud of and show off in the real world is just bullshit here."

"If you want to survive here, you can only rely on this," she bent her fingers and tapped her head, suddenly smiling, "This is also why I like this place."

"So please respect this place and its rules."

Room 407.

The girl in the dinosaur pajamas curled up on the bed, shivering, completely wrapped in the quilt, only revealing two small eyes.

"Sister Qipao," she said with a trembling voice, "That sound is still there, it seems to be just a wall away from us."

The qipao woman's face was no longer calm. Just ten minutes ago, the girl in the dinosaur pajamas suddenly told her that she had heard a strange rubbing sound.

This instantly reminded her of the sound that the two people in room 405 had heard.

Could it be... that thing has shifted its target?

She couldn't help but feel nervous.

But after calming down and thinking about it, it shouldn't be. If that thing really has its eyes on the people in 405, it usually won't change its target.

The only thing that the qipao woman was thankful for was that she hadn't heard the so-called rubbing sound yet.

In any case, it was no longer possible to stay in the current 407 room. That thing had already set its sights on this place, and it was highly likely that this girl in the dinosaur pajamas who didn't understand anything would be the first victim tonight.

"Little sister," the qipao woman asked, "Can you still hear that rubbing sound now?"

She was doing the final confirmation.

"Yes," the girl in the dinosaur pajamas nodded repeatedly. She was obviously terrified to the extreme, "But it's not as obvious as it was just now. The sound seems to be moving all the time."

She used her fingers to simulate the position of the rubbing sound, pointing along the wall, bit by bit, towards the qipao woman.

"Sister," the dinosaur girl seemed about to cry, "The sound seems to be above your head."

"What?!"

The qipao woman suddenly looked up, but the top of her head was empty.

What was even more terrifying was that she hadn't heard any sound so far.

The night was as silent as death in her ears.

She was thinking rapidly in her mind, could it be that the initial judgment was wrong, hearing the rubbing sound was not a prelude to the ghost killing people, but the people who didn't hear it would be the target!

The more she thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

The reason was very simple, if the people who heard the rubbing sound were the targets marked by the ghost, then the first to die should be the two people in room 405.

In other words, if the people in room 405 were already dead, then no one should die tonight, so why would the rubbing sound bother to find them?