After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Little Monster: “Did you hear clearly, dear player?”

Bai Lixin remembered the game rules. Upon receiving the sketchbook, he didn’t stop but slightly slowed down and continued walking. “How do I know when the game ends?”

Little Monster: “When a corner becomes vacant, the game is considered over. These ghosts are willful, they will leave when they lose interest in playing. As for when they lose interest, hehehe, I don’t know. But they won’t leave with only a few rounds. It’s been a very long time since anyone played with them.”

“For now, it seems they’re interested in the content of the live broadcast. They won’t leave until the broadcast ends.”

Bai Lixin could already see the figure of the ghost in front. He said, “Oh,” and continued to elaborate on the rules of the game: “You said just drawing details is enough. Things like long hair are easy, but what about facial details? Can I just draw two circles for eyes, one for the nose, and a mouth?”

Little Monster: “Details should be distinctive for easy identification. You can make the eyes and nose less detailed, but if there are prominent features, like scars on the face, you should draw them.”

“As this is the first game, I’ll give you a tip. Hehehe, it should be easy to capture details of the ghost in front of you, right? You can see its figure clearly but not the face. Since the face is unclear, use your hands. Feel it and you’ll know. Hehehe, as long as you dare, only your bravery will lead to success in this Dare Challenge Game.”

“Who are you talking to?!” Big Zhuang’s somewhat panicked voice suddenly came from afar. “Hey, it’s not fun to scare people. Don’t frighten me.”

After a pause, he asked uncertainly, “Was it you talking just now, Bai Lixin?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Bai Lixin froze.

Right at the moment he said “yes,” another voice that was identical to his own rang out simultaneously.

The ghost had just imitated Red Hair’s voice, and now it was mimicking his.

If the ghosts kept imitating their voices, it would be challenging to obtain information about the ghost’s appearance from others. There will be a hurdle when communicating due to trust issues.

The story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” is well-known because the shepherd boy kept lying, causing a crisis of trust among the villagers. The same principle applied here.

If the ghost continued to mimic their voices, Big Zhuang and the others would be hesitant to respond due to trust issues .

Sure enough, Big Zhuang suddenly shouted, “Damn, it’s happening again! Is it mimicking Bai Lixin’s voice this time?”

Bai Lixin pursed his lips, choosing not to speak.

The little monster’s joyful and chaotic laughter rang out. “Heeheehee, these ghosts are quite intelligent. I am looking forward to your wonderful performance.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

Lucky?

Such an irritating term.

Bai Lixin finally reached the ghost’s back. He once again appeared in front of the phone’s camera with the ghost. This time, he didn’t rush to hand over; instead, he shifted his gaze to the phone screen.

The mobile phone’s power was consumed very fast as the live broadcast continued. It was 80% earlier but now it was reduced to 40%. From the last thirteen rounds, theoretically, he had thirteen more rounds to find clues.

However, phones generally shared a common trait—battery consumption accelerated as the battery level decreased.

The remaining 40% might only have two-thirds of the initial endurance.

This was a conservative estimate. If calculated conservatively, he only had around eight rounds left.

Barrage comments kept flying, and Bai Lixin quickly scanned them.

[Family, I feel something’s off. This doesn’t seem staged. If it is, the acting is too realistic.]

[I feel the same. I’m genuinely terrified now. If it’s a drama, it’s a bit much. Big Zhuang, tonight’s tips are already generous; you should end this. But if it’s not a drama but real, could there really be ghosts?]

[Big Zhuang should still be in another corner and can’t see our barrage. But what happened with the girl’s scream and his roar just now? What’s going on?]

[It sounds like Mr. Rat disappeared and a new ghost replaced Mr. Rat.]

[Fuck, is this script ever going to end?]

[Evil spirits, be gone! Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony! Evil spirits, be gone!]

Bai Lixin swiftly read through the barrage. After a glimpse of the chaotic comments, he focused back on the ghost in front of him.

He had gone through many rounds and had already memorized its back view by now. As Little Monster said, the difficulty lay not in the one in front, but the one behind.

Bai Lixin fell silent for two seconds, slowly raised his hand and directed his gaze back to the barrage.

As the audience in the live broadcast room witnessed Bai Lixin’s actions, the speed of the barrages accelerated once again.

[Fuck, handsome guy, what are you doing? Are you touching the ghost’s face?]

[His courage is too much! He dared to touch the ghost! Does this prove the ghost is actually a person in disguise? If it’s a real ghost, how could he be so bold?]

[Wow, he lifted the ghost’s hair. Let me see what the ghost really looks like.]

Bai Lixin had already lifted the hair on the side of the ghost’s face that was to the camera, revealing half of its face. At the same time, his fingertips touched the ghost’s skin.

Immediately, a chilling coldness clung to Bai Lixin’s fingertip, swiftly climbing up towards his finger, hand, and arm.

Besides the cold sensation, he also felt a slightly rough and hard texture.

It was somewhat similar to the feeling of touching a corpse in a morgue.

Due to the angle of the camera, even through the lens, he could only see the ghost’s exposed ear, a small portion of the cheek, and the chin. The ear resembled that of a normal human, the cheek was pale and sunken, and the chin was thin, almost skin and bones.

Not obtaining many visual details from the livestream, Bai Lixin returned his gaze to the front.

As he moved his fingertips to trace the ghost’s features, he silently studied the ghost before him.

As his fingertips moved, a puzzled expression gradually appeared in his eyes.

In the end, he slowly withdrew his hand, patted the ghost’s shoulder, and pushed it away.

The ghost that had been frozen in place moved again, still with those stiff movements.

He stood on tiptoes and slid on the ground without bending his legs.

Bai Lixin stood still, his focus on the sketchbook in his hand but he showed no intention of drawing.

The annoying little monster suddenly entered Bai Lixin’s view, sitting on the sketchbook with a “heeheehee”, gazing up at Bai Lixin with its large eyes that occupied nearly one-third of its face. “Player, why aren’t you drawing? Did you get any details just now? Hehehe.”

“Your courage is impressive. Tell me, what did you touch?”

The little monster’s eyes were dark and round, with the black pupils almost occupying the entire eye socket. The whites were only a small triangular area, barely visible. At first glance, the little monster’s eyes were entirely black, looking extremely eerie.

Bai Lixin’s expression was somewhat subtle. “I didn’t touch anything.”

Yes, he didn’t feel anything just now.

The fingertips only felt a slightly rough texture, without any facial features.

The little monster laughed again with a creepy “heeheehee.” “Perhaps it’s a faceless ghost? Are you ready to start drawing?”

In the end, Bai Lixin shook his head. “No, wait a bit longer.”

“Alright,” the little monster didn’t rush him. It controlled its chubby body and flew up from the sketchbook. “Actually, the ghost in front is not the challenge. The difficulty lies in the ghost behind.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

The game continued.

“Pat, pat, pat.”

These were Big Zhuang’s footsteps.

“Ta, ta, ta.”

These were Red Hair’s footsteps.

“Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.”

These were the footsteps of the second ghost.

The newly appeared ghost was slowly approaching.

Bai Lixin held his breath, and the audience in the live broadcast room also started to get excited.

[Are these new footsteps for the new ghost?]

[It’s its first appearance in front of the camera, I’m a bit excited, I don’t know what it looks like.]

[I’m curious, but I’m also scared.]

[I’m scared yet curious, timid and helpless.]

A cold breath slowly approached from behind accompanied by footsteps, and finally, the footsteps came to a stop.

The cold breath blew rhythmically on the top of his head.

This sensation should be breathing. If the breath landed on the top of his head, it likely indicated the ghost’s body was relatively tall.

At least taller than him.

But even if he knew the height of the ghost, it wouldn’t be useful. In the end, he had to draw the ghost’s appearance in the sketchbook, and height wouldn’t be reflected in the sketchbook.

Could he reach behind and trace the other party’s facial features and body like he did with the ghost in front?

Thinking of this, Bai Lixin tried to extend his hand backward.

But when he stretched out his arm, he didn’t touch anything.

Behind him was empty. Perhaps, as the little monster said, these ghosts were smart and it was avoiding his touch.

Bai Lixin silently retracted his hand. On seeing this, the little monster burst into another creepy laughter, seemingly mocking Bai Lixin’s foolishness.

It flew in front of Bai Lixin, blinking its large eyes at him innocently. “What’s wrong? Did you touch nothing this time too, dear player? You’ll need to use your brains to figure out how to see their details. Perhaps you can ask the red-haired girl behind it? Although she may not get your instructions, maybe she will believe in the right voice and tell you about the ghost?”

Bai Lixin silently locked eyes with the little monster.

The monster’s large eyes became even more lively, gazing at Bai Lixin with crystal clear eyes.

After two seconds of silence, Bai Lixin nodded seriously. “You seem to have a point. I didn’t think of that. Thank you, little monster.”

The little black furry monster let out a sharp “heeheehee”. “You are quite an interesting player, I’m not called ‘little monster’.”

From a distance, Big Zhuang’s voice came again, “Little monster? What monster?! Bai Lixin, are you talking or not!”

This time, Bai Lixin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he heard another “self” responding to Big Zhuang. “It’s not me.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

What was the pattern for the ghost to mimic them?

Was it when a question is asked?

The first time the ghost spoke, it imitated the red-haired girl’s voice and shouted “game over.” At that time, the sound came from in front of him.

A reasonable guess was that the ghost in front made the sound.

But since it made a sound, there should be a mouth, right?

Or did they no longer need mouths to speak because they turned into ghosts?

For now, he chose to reserve the answer to this question.

The next two times the ghost made a sound were when Big Zhuang asked questions.

Big Zhuang was not the only one who spoke just now, he also spoke a lot.

Judging by Big Zhuang’s reaction, the things he said weren’t blocked, they could be heard around.

But even after saying so much, the ghost still didn’t speak.

However, when Big Zhuang spoke a few sentences, the ghost spoke both times.

Could it be that the ghost was sensitive to questions?

As this thought flashed through Bai Lixin’s mind, he felt a cold and oppressive force on his shoulder.

Then his back was pushed with force, and his body involuntarily took two steps forward.

The ghosts determined the progress of the game. When the ghosts press the start button, the game continues.

As he walked, he continued to think about the pattern of the ghost’s responses.