The System Teaches You How to Be Human

“What do we do now?” Mo Wuchang looked at Si Yisi, adopting a posture that signaled he was ready to follow the boss’s command.

Si Yisi wiped his tears and, in a muffled voice, said, “What do we do? We go back where we came from.”

Si Yisi glanced at Huang Mao. His expression didn’t seem unusual, but there was an undeniable feeling of dissatisfaction emanating from him.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” Huang Mao, terrified of the boss who tore apart living ghosts, immediately opened the door and rushed out. A few seconds later, he returned, carefully closing the door behind him.

“He looks like he’s scared of you, boss,” Mo Wuchang said, licking the ketchup left on his fingers. “Aren’t you worried he’ll tell someone?”

Si Yisi shot him an irritated look. “Did you tell anyone?”

“Uh, no, but that’s different.”

“If he dares to say anything…” Si Yisi ignored Mo Wuchang and made a tearing motion with his hand. “This will be his fate.”

Mo Wuchang, who was savoring the blood made from ketchup, flinched at Si Yisi’s words.

“Let’s talk about you now,” Si Yisi suggested, shifting the topic.

“Me?” Mo Wuchang scratched his head, not hiding his thoughts at all. He immediately confessed everything in a clear and straightforward manner.

It turned out that before entering the game, he had been a Taoist priest who sold fake talismans.

Mo Wuchang was an orphan, taken in by his master, a Taoist priest. Although his master was in the business of selling fake talismans, Mo Wuchang still managed to learn a bit of the necessary skills under his master’s guidance. This included fighting in his dreams, counterattacking in his dreams, and even… stirring up trouble in his dreams.

To build courage, he usually worked part-time at a haunted house. After all, ghosts were scary, and the ones dressed as ghosts could also easily be frightened by people. Over time, this led to the unfortunate creation of someone like Mo Wuchang.

Si Yisi didn’t need to think to know that Mo Wuchang definitely hadn’t learned any legitimate Taoist methods.

***

“That’s all to it,” Mo Wuchang said, looking at Si Yisi with a proud expression.

“Go to sleep,” Si Yisi responded, ignoring him.

To Si Yisi, Mo Wuchang was like a free bonus with a phone top-up; slightly useful, but also troublesome. Half good, half bad.

The second night passed by just as “uneventfully” as the first.

The next morning, Qi Muyang brought Huang Mao to the hall.

Huang Mao’s eyes were tightly shut, his lips pale, and his upper body was casually bound with torn clothing to cover his wounds.

However, to Si Yisi, who had sharp eyes, it was clear from some details that Huang Mao was pretending to be unconscious and hadn’t truly fainted.

When you think about it, it made sense; If you can’t win, just pretend to faint!

“What’s going on with him?” Mo Wuchang casually asked.

Qi Muyang answered irritably, “He’s injured, but not dead.”

“What happened last night?” Mo Wuchang asked again.

Qi Muyang scratched his head in frustration. “I woke up, and the kid wasn’t in the room. After a while, he knocked on the door, covered in injuries. I almost shot him in the head, thinking he was a ghost.”

Once Qi Muyang finished speaking, Jia Yingrong chimed in, “His sudden disappearance was likely caused by the ghosts. We all heard his cries for help last night, right? The ghost doesn’t seem to be restricted to just one room like the first night. It can even wander in the hallway.”

“I… heard it,” Chen Mengxi raised her hand in response to Jia Yingrong’s words.

“Doesn’t this mean that, over time, the ghost’s range of activity would grow larger? Eventually, the entire rented house might become its playground,” Jia Yingrong analyzed calmly.

“That’s very likely. And that would be troublesome…” Mo Wuchang nodded thoughtfully.

“Tsk!” Qi Muyang suddenly slammed his hand on the table in anger. “It’s supposed to be a beginner world. Why is it so difficult? Damn it!”

No one responded, only silence followed.

The difficulty of the beginner world had indeed increased in a subtle way. Shen Chen’s memories were unclear, so Si Yisi couldn’t make further judgments.

As the players were about to disperse, Chen Mengxi suddenly whispered that she wanted to change rooms.

She looked at Jia Yingrong and asked quietly, “U-uh, can I move to your room?”

Qi Muyang, who had been in a bad mood, raised an eyebrow and showed an expression that seemed to be enjoying the drama.

Heh, requesting to share a room with a man… In Qi Muyang’s mind, it was clear that this woman was just looking for someone to rely on.

It was so obvious.

“Alright.” Jia Yingrong quickly agreed to Chen Mengxi’s request, as if he didn’t understand how to refuse.

Si Yisi, of course, didn’t have the same thoughts as Qi Muyang, who was full of nonsense. At this moment, Si Yisi recalled the strange cause of Qi Muyang’s death from Shen Chen’s memory.

Even with the revenge of the air-conditioning ghost, such a curse wouldn’t have been enough to kill Qi Muyang. Qi Muyang must have had at least one or two life-saving items exchanged in the system.

So, the mystery behind Qi Muyang’s death was something Si Yisi picked up again.

Si Yisi glanced at Chen Mengxi, his expression unreadable. Then he decisively stood up and returned to his room.

***

While the players chose to endure the daytime, a few hushed voices came from the two uninhabited rooms.

“Did you… get disfigured too? Wuwuwu…”

“’Too’? What are you talking about?” a voice that seemed like it was spoken by a lot of mouths in unison responded.

“Talking about… ghosts… wuwuwu…”

“I stole your hair back for you. You owe me a ghost favor.”

The Paper Ghost and the Hair Ghost didn’t even seem to be on the same wavelength.

“Wuwuwu, you dared to steal from that big boss? Wuwuwu… you must’ve been targeted, wuwuwu…” She had already become a sobbing machine that had evolved.

“…” The Paper Ghost’s voices abruptly stopped.

Right, it seemed like that!

Oh… how could I’ve overlooked that? The “wised up” Paper Ghost’s smiles disappeared from its faces.

In the blink of an eye, another sobbing machine ghost sounded.

***

On the third night, everything was calm at Si Yisi’s place. They didn’t even hear a single cry or chase.

But the next morning…

“Ah!” A sharp, inhuman scream echoed from the third floor.

The second victim had appeared.

It wasn’t the confused, solitary young woman in her room, but rather Qi Muyang, who had been arrogant and bold from the start. Qi Muyang’s death was similar to the first player’s, but his body wasn’t broken into small pieces like the first player’s. Instead, small paper figures had emerged from his body.

His eyes were wide open, pupils darkened, still holding onto the disbelief from before his death.

His death was incredibly gruesome; his body had been violently torn in half, with organs spilled all over the floor.

It looked eerily familiar, didn’t it?

“My God…” Chen Mengxi’s hands trembled, her face filled with fear. “How terrifying…”

Huang Mao seemed a bit calmer than Chen Mengxi, but it was clear that he was also severely shaken.

Si Yisi observed Huang Mao’s expression. It was apparent that someone who had survived through several game worlds still had some use; at least he didn’t immediately collapse.

However, what Si Yisi didn’t expect was…

As soon as he thought that, Huang Mao’s attitude suddenly changed with no warning!

He suddenly jumped up, terrified, pointing a finger at Si Yisi, who was half a head shorter than him. “It’s you!”

“You killed him—! You’re the ghost hiding among us!”

Si Yisi froze for a moment, tears unconsciously falling down his face, looking like he had been stunned by this sudden accusation.

However, as the saying goes, ‘the body may lie, but the heart was honest’. Si Yisi wanted to know who gave Huang Mao the courage to speak out like this.

Was it because of his thick, unruly yellow hair?

Ah, right… what was this person’s name again?