"Ping, Fang are really strong! They've completed 7 missions!"

"Mr. Qian is also strong. I think this is his first mission?"

"Yeah, yeah! If only I had half of their skill!"

"Hehe, they have ghost tools, do you?"

"Don't say that carelessly. Ghost tools aren't a guarantee. I've heard of several residents being harmed by them..."

...

Near the glass door of the apartment, a group of residents gathered and were stirred by the praise the old building manager gave to a couple of returning residents. They started discussing enthusiastically, most admiring the three who had completed the mission, though some were envious and not convinced.

Wang Zhifan was silently observing everything at this point.

He first noticed the 444 black bus outside automatically closing the doors in the middle of the bus and quickly leaving the apartment entrance, but throughout the entire drive, he didn't see a single figure in the driver's seat. However, in the passenger seats, one could vaguely make out the presence of several seated figures, none of whom chose to get off.

Then, he noticed the terrifying female ghost attached to the leather jacket-wearing thin youth standing outside the glass door of the apartment suddenly sweep its pitch-black ghost eyes across him and the young man in a school uniform actively chatting with the returning residents nearby. It disappeared instantly, leaving the leather-jacketed youth outside the door suddenly stiff and falling to the ground, turning into a rigid corpse.

Finally, he carefully observed the three residents who had just returned from the blood mission. He found that these three exuded a very weak aura, almost indistinguishable from ordinary people. Only the male youth named He Ping's blood-stained windbreaker and the glasses perched on his nose, along with the red cloth shoes worn by the female youth named Liu Fang, gave off an especially eerie and restless feeling—it seemed likely these were the so-called ghost tools.

"These two completing their 7th blood letter mission should not have much strength. Could it be they've only been passing by relying on some tools? Also, that tall middle-aged man who just entered first probably doesn't even have ghost tools, but he survived as well... Given my feelings and judgment about the female ghost just now, this episode doesn't seem particularly difficult..."

The conditions of these apartment residents who completed the blood mission revealed many insights, leading Wang Zhifan to feel that the difficulty of this instance might not be as high as imagined. After all, even ordinary people could successfully return, so players like them, far superior to ordinary people, should have no reason to fail.

Yet many decisions solely based on observation and judgment are nearly arbitrary, so Wang Zhifan still planned to collaborate with his teammates once to explore the situation further.

About two hours later, this desolate and strange world had entered the night. Wang Zhifan and four players gathered in the plastic seating area on the first floor meant for dining convenience among residents, chatting while having their meals.

"I've already talked with He Ping and Liu Fang. Liu Fang is a bit difficult to deal with, but He Ping is easier to talk to... According to He Ping, he spent his 7th mission night in a forest, among 6 residents participating. Ultimately, only he survived by relying on ghost tools, while the other 5 perished, one by one, at the hands of the ghosts appearing during the mission. These ghosts are not just one or two but have diverse abilities and forms; some kill their targeted residents silently, while others enjoy toying and torturing before killing."

The young man in school uniform shared the mission intelligence he recently gathered, informing the players of the kind of enemies they might face in tomorrow's mission.

"I've never fought ghosts before... It feels terrifying... Should I go and take those ghost tools you mentioned?"

The petite, somewhat sweet-looking Assassin girl, who was sitting on a plastic chair eating a chicken leg, thought for a moment after hearing the school uniformed youth and proposed in a lowered voice.

"I don't recommend you do that."

However, the youth in school uniform immediately shook his head and rejected her suggestion:

"Firstly, according to the intelligence I've gathered, causing trouble in this apartment isn't allowed; everyone has to follow the rules. If you act this way, that old building manager will almost certainly find out, and you'll confront him. I'm not sure about the manager's strength, but I speculate if he runs into trouble, completing this instance will become very difficult.

Secondly, based on what He Ping said and my personal observation, ghost tools might be a kind of fixed-form, semi-dormant ghosts. They establish a subtle balance with the current user. If you recklessly seize and break this balance, the outcome is uncertain; it might trigger a human-ghost battle within the apartment... He Ping's advice is for everyone to try and find unclaimed ghost tools during the mission and cautiously decide whether or not to risk claiming them, which, if successful, carries certain costs but substantial benefits. He Ping and Liu Fang's ghost tools came from this method."

After finishing his analysis, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man sitting across the plastic table casually laughed with some disdain:

"Hehe... What's with ghost tools... I watched the ghosts revealed when those few returned at the door; they're not much different from the ones I've seen in a ghostly instance before. Spirit bullets definitely restrain them, and I happen to have plenty of spirit bullets, so you needn't worry about tomorrow's mission. If ghosts show themselves, I'll shoot them promptly; even if it doesn't kill them, it'll scare them off."

The middle-aged man's words were full of confidence, not the blind type, but the kind that genuinely comes from personal experience.

"You've got lots of spirit bullets, bro? That's a great thing! We'll rely on you for tomorrow's mission!"

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the young man in a school uniform showed a look of surprise, and his eyes revealed a certain realization, likely finally understanding why this middle-aged man wasn't concerned about the instance—it turns out he's always had specific tools at hand.

"Okay then, is there anything else anyone wants to discuss? If not, let's each fill our bellies and head back to our rooms to rest; only by resting well can we perform our best and successfully pass tomorrow's mission."

The young man in school uniform suggested, particularly glancing at Wang Zhifan, who had been sitting nearby silently, eating dry beef from a classical wooden box, as this self-proclaimed level 28 Warrior teammate spoke little in the discussion.

"I have nothing to say; let's show our true potential in tomorrow's mission."

Wang Zhifan realized the young man was looking at him and promptly replied calmly.

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