The knocking from outside had vanished, and the Fortune-teller let out a small sigh of relief.

She hadn't rested all night, yet she didn't feel particularly tired.

The Fortune-teller profession didn't grant any active skills, but it consumed a vast amount of spiritual power; the stronger one's spiritual power, the more potent their fortune-telling ability.

Therefore, after expending immense effort to pass the profession's qualification instance and become a Fortune-teller, she had intentionally allocated all her Attribute Points to spiritual power.

She had even managed, with great difficulty, to acquire an "Attribute Reset Ticket." With it, she reclaimed the few meager Attribute Points she had previously assigned elsewhere and reallocated them to spiritual power.

Because her spiritual power was outstanding, she wouldn't feel fatigued even if she went without rest for extended periods.

That's why she was the first to hear the knocking outside tonight.

Although the knocking came from the second floor, it still made the Fortune-teller's heart pound for a good while. She didn't dare make a sound or open the door to see what was happening outside. She could only remain in her room, pretending nothing was amiss.

Later, the knocking grew louder. The most terrifying part was that the entire house remained deathly silent, as if no one but her had heard the sounds from outside.

Thinking of this made the Fortune-teller feel even more terrified, but this assumption was soon shattered by the Doctor's voice.

Just as the knocking grew increasingly audacious, almost escalating into forceful banging on the door, the Fortune-teller heard a familiar voice from upstairs—

"What in the world? Is someone slaughtering pigs in the middle of the night?"

For some reason, whenever she heard this person's voice, an image of him tearing ghosts apart with his bare hands would pop into the Fortune-teller's mind, an image she couldn't shake.

The brazen knocking quickly subsided.

Just as I thought… At that moment, the Fortune-teller was in her room, hand pressed to her chest. She recalled stories her elders had told when this game began: even evil ghosts would recoil three paces from individuals exuding an extremely baleful aura.

She had scoffed at the idea back then, dismissing it as utter nonsense, but now she had no choice but to believe.

An evil ghost intends to harm someone, only to find that person is far more formidable. A retaliatory slap sends it reeling, utterly disoriented. Even the most powerful ghost would be helpless in such a situation.

That's if it's lucky. If not… it might even be kicked off a drop tower ride by that malevolent person...

However, judging by appearances alone, she really couldn't tell that this Doctor was such a ruthless individual.

Although this person was ruthless, he was, nonetheless, a good teammate.

The Fortune-teller mused. After obtaining this profession, she had invested all her Attribute Points into spiritual power. While this enhanced her senses and made her resistant to fatigue, her self-defense capabilities had significantly diminished.

So, in previous instances, she had always relied on leeching off teammates to survive until the end.

Thanks to her Fortune-teller profession, teammates in instances were quite willing to let her leech. It could even be said that half of their successfully cleared instances were due to her divination abilities.

The Fortune-teller had always wanted to find a permanent teammate. She understood she thrived in a team setting. With good teammates, her abilities, combined with their operational skills, might allow them to clear even ultra-high-difficulty instances.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, she hadn't found a suitable teammate. There was someone quite suitable in this current instance, though...

The Fortune-teller felt a slight headache. But that person... it seemed he didn't need teammates at all?

She rubbed her temples as these thoughts raced through her mind, then shifted her focus back to the current instance.

Today, I spent the whole afternoon outside with the four people available to me, but I still couldn't figure out which one was different.

Although everyone concealed it well, the Fortune-teller could still sense it… When she walked ahead, a venomous gaze would fix on her from behind, staring at her back and making her scalp tingle.

However, even if she whirled around instantly, she would only see four ordinary people, nothing strange about them.

This chilling, venomous gaze constantly surrounded her, as if poised to escalate and kill her at any moment.

So, when night fell, she chose not to continue with the variety show activities and instead locked herself in her room.

Thinking of this, she sighed. The rules don't explicitly state that ghosts cannot kill guests, but surely they can't just kill indiscriminately, right? Otherwise, this variety show would be pointless. Perhaps ghosts can only kill after a specific condition is met…

I absolutely must not cross that line.

By now, it was past midnight.

A Fortune-teller could only perform a divination once per day. Yesterday, her attempt to divine for Gu Mian had caused her Crystal Ball to transform into an explosive hand grenade.

But today, she had another chance to perform a divination.

Sighing, she took out her second Crystal Ball. Thankfully, I have a spare…

She had originally prepared a spare, fearing her Crystal Ball might get bumped or damaged within an instance, rendering it unusable.

She hadn't anticipated her fear would come true, though the Crystal Ball didn't become unusable from being bumped or damaged as she'd imagined—it had eagerly gone and exploded.

She strained her ears, listening to the movements outside.

She had only heard that a player named Yuwen Hao had seemingly entered the Doctor's room next door a while ago and hadn't emerged for a long time.

The one whose door was being knocked on earlier must have been him, she surmised.

A Crystal Ball doesn't just explode… the Fortune-teller mused. That Doctor is indeed remarkable, but he shouldn't be so formidable that even divination about him is impossible. Perhaps the Crystal Ball's explosion is related to this instance?

This is a special instance, after all.

Perhaps the instance is suppressing my abilities as a Fortune-teller.

I can try again, the Fortune-teller thought, silently staring at the Crystal Ball before her.

However, she had learned her lesson this time. Instead of attempting to divine Gu Mian's fate, she focused on Dong'er in the room next door.

Dong'er looks like a model citizen. If the Crystal Ball explodes again this time, it will mean there's a problem with this instance itself, the Fortune-teller mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes…

「The night passed quickly.」

Gu Mian's first instinct upon waking was to look towards Yuwen Hao at the foot of the bed.

The guest, wrapped up like a spring roll, was very quiet and still fast asleep. Gu Mian even saw a glistening liquid trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Before the drool could reach the quilt, Gu Mian stretched out his leg and kicked the soundly sleeping Yuwen Hao. "Wake up."

At this point, Teacher Sweet had already taken her position on the first floor.

No one knew where she had gone the previous night; perhaps she had gone home to rest.

From her vantage point, she could see the second floor. The door to one of the rooms creaked open, and two people emerged.

Gu Mian emerged first, with Yuwen Hao timidly following.

Teacher Sweet chuckled. "It seems you two guests have much in common. Did you stay up most of the night talking?"

Gu Mian noticed that all the other guests and their selectable targets had also assembled on the first floor, seemingly waiting for them.

Then, another creaking sound was heard.

Gu Mian looked towards the source of the sound and saw the Fortune-teller, dark circles under her eyes, walking out while holding a Crystal Ball identical to the one from yesterday.

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