Here, on the side of the bathroom, was an arrangement resembling a small garden, with small trees and low-lying plants.

Quite suitable for hiding.

Finding the right direction, he lowered his body and began to slowly approach the playground, his steps light, worried about being discovered by Meng Y眠.

He walked the short distance of a few dozen meters with extreme caution. As he passed near the bathroom door, his peripheral vision seemed to catch something red.

Instinct compelled him to turn his head. The next second, a chill ran down his spine.

A red-clothed woman, soaked to the bone, was standing on top of the bathroom.

Yes, not behind the door, but on top of the bathroom! Right on the concrete rain shelter next to the bathroom door, head hanging low, wet, long hair obscuring her face. Her shoulders were completely slumped, as if her spine was broken. The tattered red dance dress clung to her body, dripping water incessantly.

If he had walked through the door just now, she would have "seen" him.

Wen Liangshan's face turned pale, and his legs began to tremble again. He dragged his legs, moving towards the playground step by small step.

The edge of the garden was still 30 meters away from the playground, an open, unobstructed space with a clear view.

If he ran, Meng Y眠 would immediately spot him.

"No, I can't wait any longer. As long as I'm fast enough, she won't be able to catch me." Wen Liangshan gently pounded his legs, cheering himself on frantically. "She's at least almost 100 meters away from me, not to mention her reaction time. I can definitely do it, as long as… as long as I rush into the playground, she won't be able to hurt me."

From his position, he could already see the vague figures of Jiang Cheng and the others. The fact that Meng Y眠 wasn't going after those gathered together but was staring fixedly at him already spoke volumes.

"Brother Jiang wanted to tell me that the playground is the safe zone." Recalling Jiang Cheng's words, Wen Liangshan felt even more admiration for the man.

Adjusting his posture, Wen Liangshan suddenly burst out, sprinting towards the playground for dear life.

Because of the rain and the fact that Wen Liangshan was hiding among a few trees, the people on the playground didn't notice him until he started running.

"Wen Liangshan!" Shen Mengyun exclaimed in surprise. After so long without any movement, she had thought the man had met with an accident.

"Hurry!" The fatty was also excited to see Wen Liangshan alive.

20 meters.

10 meters.

…

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the playground, Wen Liangshan's face began to turn rosy, as if he had regained control of his life.

Just as he desperately reached out, about to grab Jiang Cheng's outstretched hand…

"Thud!"

The extremely fast Wen Liangshan seemed to have crashed into a wall, stopping dead in his tracks.

He stood less than 2 meters away from the playground, his hand still outstretched in mid-air, desperately trying to move forward, but his feet seemed to be cemented to the ground.

A red figure stood silently behind him.

Two hands reached out and rested on his shoulders, the long, sharp nails still dripping blood.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

"Glug." Wen Liangshan swallowed hard, his face filled with fear and unwillingness. He stared intently at the ground.

2 meters.

Just 2 meters!

He could have escaped into the playground and ended this nightmarish ordeal!

No one had expected Meng Y眠's speed to be so terrifying, instantly appearing behind Wen Liangshan.

Wen Liangshan didn't dare to move, and Jiang Cheng and the others held their breath. The raging wind and rain subsided at this moment.

The sharp nails pierced his skin, seemingly a warning to Wen Liangshan.

But what terrified Wen Liangshan even more at this moment was the feeling on his shoulders. The two ghostly hands were gripping his shoulders, and between his shoulders and the ghostly hands, there seemed to be something round pressing against him.

It was… an eyeball!

And not just one, but two, each hand pressing down on an eyeball!

As the ghostly hands wriggled, he could even feel the eyeballs slowly rolling on his shoulders, that soft, springy sensation.

Between life and death, his mind had never worked so fast, and he instantly understood what was going on.

It seemed this was the real rock-paper-scissors game.

Each of the ghostly hands held an eyeball, but only one was real, the one Meng Y眠 had snatched and clutched in her hand before she died.

The other fake one was the glass eyeball they had been taken away from before.

Now, he needed to find the real one.

If he found it, everything would be fine, everyone could go home and mind their own business, and everyone would be safe.

If he accidentally chose the hand with the fake eyeball, Meng Y眠 would gouge out his corresponding eyeball, thus… filling in her missing eye.

Then both her eyes… would be real.

But at this moment, his mind was in chaos. His intuition told him that the eyeballs under both hands were real, and no matter which one he guessed, he would lose.

This was not a fair gamble at all.

From the moment he was caught by Meng Y眠, he was already a dead man.

Despair spread, and a look of hatred gradually grew in Wen Liangshan's raised eyes, his pupils beginning to turn red. "Why, why was it just these last 2 meters?!"

"Everyone else is alive, why… why did she have to grab me?"

The two ghostly hands slowly lifted, clenching back into fists. It seemed the preparation time was over, and now it was Wen Liangshan's turn to choose.

Just as the ghostly hands left, a strange look flashed in Wen Liangshan's eyes. Jiang Cheng noticed it and immediately gave him a look of warning.

He couldn't speak, as that would only complicate the situation.

Moreover, a red line had already faintly appeared on the ground, circling the playground, dividing this perpetually rainy world into two parts.

Inside the playground, and outside the playground.

This red line was the boundary between life and death.

But its appearance at this moment was nothing if not a temptation for Wen Liangshan.

Wen Liangshan bent his knees, his body sinking slightly. His expression gradually became manic, his eyes fixed on the red line on the ground.

Now everyone could see that he was going to force his way in, rush into the safe zone, and escape the game.

"Idiot," Wang Qi said softly.

"Wen Liangshan!" Shen Mengyun couldn't help but say, "Calm down, you're just courting…"

Before the last two words could leave her mouth, Wen Liangshan suddenly pushed off the ground, his entire body not rushing forward, but leaping up directly. The power that a person could unleash in desperation was awe-inspiring.

But just as Wen Liangshan landed inside the red line, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, because along with Wen Liangshan, a shower of blood also fell.

The blood rained down on the ground, reeking of blood.

Even more terrifying was that Wen Liangshan's right eye had become a bloody hole after landing.

His body still carried momentum forward, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Hiss—" Huai Yi, who was closest, couldn't help but gasp. Wen Liangshan was lying on the ground, a huge hole in the back of his head, hollowed out from the back of his head all the way to his face.