Yaya, I'm Your Mother

No matter when or where, the words “good night” from Li Mo always seemed to carry an inexplicable mental influence, making Yin Xiu drop his guard and fall asleep in an instant.

For Yin Xiu, this was both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing was that he could sleep peacefully. The bad thing was that he was more likely to fall into danger inside an instance.

Even when he tried to stay wary of Li Mo, he would still suddenly drift off, leaving himself completely defenseless.

Inside the pitch-black coffin, the two lay side by side in silence.

In the desolate little grove, two or three graves dotted the ground. The evening breeze stirred, and the place was eerie yet peaceful.

The town in the distance was nowhere near as peaceful. After the female ghost went on a rampage because the townspeople had failed to offer the sacrifices in time, countless people were killed or injured. The square was covered in bodies, and the air reeked of blood.

Only after the time for the sacrifice had passed and the players’ bedtime arrived did the town gradually quiet down.

No one knew where the mayor had gone. The female ghost wandered through town, while the players huddled nervously in their rooms, not daring to take a single step outside.

Tonight, the service attendant’s voice was heard again in the second-floor hallway. Just like the night before, she knocked on the players’ doors one by one, asking the same question at each. She walked from the stairwell to the far end of the hall, but no one answered. White mist gradually spread through the hallway, and the woman’s figure appeared...