What does it mean by disappeared?
Lin Mo asked, but this time, Little Rain didn't respond.
Usually when faced with this kind of situation, it meant that even Little Rain didn't know the reason.
Or rather, her current abilities were not sufficient to investigate the situation inside that room.
After playing hide-and-seek up to this point, Lin Mo had successfully broken the Split-Head Ghost's mental state, and further forced it out of the 5th, 6th, and 7th floors that originally belonged to its territory.
In order to avoid being found by Lin Mo, the Split-Head Ghost had risked entering other nightmares' territories. Just for this point alone, the Split-Head Ghost was truly a "hardcore player".
Without a doubt, the Split-Head Ghost must still be in Room 409.
This was Lin Mo's initial judgment.
This time, Lin Mo didn't immediately go to find it, but instead headed straight for the 7th floor.
He needed to retrieve some things first.
After playing over a dozen rounds of hide-and-seek with the Split-Head Ghost in these three floors, Lin Mo had already become familiar with the layout here, and had been to most of the rooms.
The nightmares that originally existed on the 5th, 6th, and 7th floors had all been eliminated by the Split-Head Ghost.
The state of their deaths was the same as those victims - bodies torn apart, a bloody mess. The Split-Head Ghost's violence index was the highest among all the nightmares seen so far.
Lin Mo collected some dismembered limbs from the corridors and several rooms.
After arranging these bloody limbs, Lin Mo picked up a head wearing a white bone mask and examined it carefully.
This should be a killer nightmare formed from someone's fear.
A standard villain appearance.
Strong, wearing a chilling white bone mask.
Most likely, when this monster was alive, it probably wielded some kind of murder weapon, taking pleasure in hunting living people.
But now only a head remained.
Although called a mask, upon careful observation, Lin Mo discovered that this mask was completely grown onto the face, like an organ.
"Indeed a monster."
Lin Mo reached out, gripped the edge of the white bone mask, and pulled down hard.
Surprisingly, it actually came off.
With a ripping sound.
Like peeling off a crab shell, the inside of the white bone mask had many blood-colored threads connecting it. A stench of decay hit Lin Mo's face.
Lin Mo glanced at the bloody head, tossed it aside, and examined the white bone mask.
It carried a sense of murderous intent and ominousness.
Giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
But this was exactly what Lin Mo needed.
Survival was the primary problem faced by ordinary people in the nightmare world.
Lin Mo himself had also gone through struggles and hardships, plus a bit of luck, before gradually mastering some survival skills.
But for others, without being able to quickly obtain the protection of a nightmare, every minute and second in this world would be extremely dangerous.
Ordinary people entering the nightmare world were at the bottom of this pyramid, the priority targets for other nightmares to attack. This was a fact.
So how to change this situation?
In Lin Mo's view, it was simple - change one's identity.
Make other nightmares treat you as one of their own, or at least make yourself appear "not easy to mess with".
This way, some lower-level nightmares might not dare to make a move, thus increasing the chances of survival.
Of course, encountering those like the Split-Head Ghost who indiscriminately slaughtered their own kind was an exception.
Next, Lin Mo collected two white bone masks still attached with flesh and blood. He originally wanted to find some bloody clothes to wear, but they were all torn to shreds, unusable.
Holding two white bone masks, Lin Mo returned to the 6th floor and slipped into the old house where Mao Mao had appeared.
Placing one white bone mask in a conspicuous spot, Lin Mo turned and walked out.
This was the survival tool he left for Mao Mao.
For the time being,
Lin Mo still had to go find the Split-Head Ghost. The reason was simple - if he couldn't find it, then next time, it would be its turn to find him.
Going directly down to the 4th floor, halfway there, Lin Mo put on the other white bone mask. Surprisingly, although this thing felt disgusting when stuck to the face, once it was on, it didn't feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, the white bone mask seemed to have a suction force, able to firmly attach to the face.
Almost simultaneously, a strange irritation suddenly welled up in Lin Mo's heart.
Following that was a surge of murderous intent bubbling up from the depths of his heart.
Lin Mo immediately took off the mask.
The irritation and murderous intent disappeared.
Put it on again, and that feeling returned.
"This thing can affect normal people?" Lin Mo came to a new conclusion.
Not just that.
Lin Mo put on the mask again, feeling a violent force seemingly filling his entire body.
It seemed his own strength had also greatly increased.
Taking off the mask, Lin Mo pondered.
He felt he had grasped a very crucial point, but this experiment could be studied in more detail later.
Putting away the white bone mask for now, Lin Mo found Room 409.
Little Rain said the Split-Head Ghost had disappeared in here.
Lin Mo was more inclined to believe that this room had some special properties that blocked Little Rain's detection.
The door wasn't locked, it opened with a push.
The inside was somewhat spacious, with windows wide open and black gauze curtains swaying in the wind. The dark sky and blurry outlines of the opposite building could be seen outside.
Of course, the room wasn't completely empty.
There were paintings here.
Many paintings, mostly hanging on the walls, some on wooden easels in the room, and others only half-finished, seemingly incomplete.
"Is this an art studio?"
Lin Mo could see that as well.
How to hide in this place?
As he stepped forward to enter, Lin Mo suddenly felt someone tugging at him from behind.
Turning his head to look, Little Rain was standing behind him, head lowered, one hand gripping Lin Mo's clothes.
As if trying to stop Lin Mo from entering this room.
Lin Mo's expression became solemn.
For the first time, Little Rain had appeared without being summoned.
It seemed the problem was very serious. Room 409 didn't appear to have anything special, but the more ordinary it looked, the more it indicated unknown dangers.
Lin Mo felt a bit hesitant.
But on second thought, if the Split-Head Ghost never appeared again, that would be fine. But if it showed up next time, not finding it now meant it would be its turn to find him.
Previously, Lin Mo had broken the Split-Head Ghost's mental state, and it was probably harboring resentment. If it really got the chance, given its violent nature, Lin Mo wouldn't stand a chance.
So this time, even if there were dangers in Room 409, Lin Mo decided to venture in.
"It's alright, I'll be careful," Lin Mo said to Little Rain, then walked into the room.
Nothing particularly special happened, but Lin Mo didn't let his guard down. Soon he felt something was off and turned his head to look.
The door behind him was gone.
As if that door had never existed, there was only a wall behind him.
Lin Mo was stunned for a moment. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, but it was still a wall.
This was bizarre.
Lin Mo understood why Little Rain didn't want him to enter.
This place was indeed strange. What was the meaning of cutting off one's retreat first?
Almost simultaneously, an abnormal change occurred.
Lin Mo heard the sound of rushing water.
Looking again, fresh blood suddenly began seeping out from the ceiling, flowing down along the surrounding walls. In an instant, the room was dyed a blood-red color.
A strong stench of blood and decay hit him.
Lin Mo stood still.
Because he had nowhere to hide.
The blood fell at an extremely fast rate, giving no time to think. In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo's legs below the knees were submerged in blood, and it seemed the blood around him was still increasing.
"Whatever nightmare you are, come out now, hurry up." Lin Mo was getting impatient waiting.
The abnormal situation in the room was certainly the work of some nightmare.
But to observe, one had to see the other party first.
What was the point of just this rushing blood?
Just then, Lin Mo suddenly looked down, because he felt a hand suddenly grab his ankle.
Almost simultaneously, a huge force pulled Lin Mo down.
His entire body was directly submerged into the blood pool beneath his feet. The blood pool that originally only reached his knees now seemed bottomless.
Lin Mo really hadn't anticipated this situation.
Opening his eyes, all he could see was a blood-red color, unable to make out anything else.
Lin Mo held his breath, knowing he absolutely couldn't panic at a time like this. Under normal circumstances, he could hold his breath for over a minute, but the accident had happened too suddenly just now, and Lin Mo hadn't had time to take a deep breath before being pulled down.
At this point, being able to hold on for half a minute would already be quite good.
Time was pressing, so Lin Mo immediately hunched his body and looked down.
The blood greatly affected visibility, and Lin Mo could only vaguely see a dark shadow below.
It was still tightly gripping his ankle, seemingly intending to drag Lin Mo into the depths of the blood sea.
Lin Mo reached out to feel.
He touched an icy cold hand.
In the viscous blood, touching an icy cold hand that felt like a corpse would make anyone's heart go numb, but Lin Mo didn't hesitate at all. He used both hands, trying to pry open the other's hand.
If he couldn't pry it open, the final result would be drowning in this blood pool.
However, that icy corpse hand was extremely strong.
Ten seconds later, Lin Mo realized that with his current strength alone, he simply couldn't pry open that dead person's hand.
Fortunately, he had a sudden inspiration and without hesitation took out the white bone mask from his bosom and put it on his face.
A surge of negative emotions flooded in.
What Lin Mo wanted was the strength boost this mask gave him.
He tried to pry again.
This time Lin Mo grabbed the other's fingers and broke them one by one.
After breaking the third finger, the dead hand that had been tightly gripping him finally let go.
Lin Mo immediately swam upwards.
He was almost out of breath.
The next moment, his hand touched a wall.
The wall above his head - that was the ceiling.
If it weren't for the blood blocking his mouth and nose, Lin Mo would have cursed out loud.
This nightmare was simply shameless.
Fortunately, Lin Mo was wearing the white bone mask, which enhanced him in various aspects, so he wouldn't immediately drown. But in this situation, he could only hold on for about ten more seconds.
Under the influence of the negative emotions from the mask, murderous intent almost occupied Lin Mo's entire brain.
This was a side effect of using the white bone mask.
Physical perception was enhanced, but rationality was weakened as a result.
Luckily, Lin Mo still retained a tiny bit of clarity.
He resisted the crazy impulse to go down and tear apart that nightmare that had dragged him into the blood, and instead swam in another direction.
Feeling along the wall, Lin Mo touched a picture frame.
Without hesitation, Lin Mo forcefully grabbed towards the center of the picture frame.
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