Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 224 - 222: Bloody Castle 3

Josh raised an eyebrow and picked up a strand of "lively" spaghetti with a fork.

Rob looked at her in horror, "Little Tactician, you’re not really going to eat that, are you? This is..."

Josh stuffed the noodles into her mouth, took a bite, and swallowed it under the gaze of everyone at the table: "Black pepper flavor."

Everyone quickly realized that this might be the Blinding Technique of the dungeon, deliberately distorting the appearance of the food to scare them away.

Josh took another bite of the steak: "The taste is okay, very tender."

A servant brought in an hourglass, placed it on the table, and said respectfully and expressionlessly: "Before the hourglass runs out, you need to finish the food on the table. If you don’t finish the food within the allotted time, you will also be punished."

The flow of sand in the hourglass was extremely rapid.

Everyone couldn’t care about anything else. Seeing Josh eating normally, they quickly dove in and started wolfing down the food.

"Spit... what the hell is this taste!"

"Ugh... so disgusting, damn, the noodles are crawling down my throat."

"So fishy... how did she eat this, is this really steak meat?"

Except for Yuze, almost everyone spat out the food in their mouths.

Rob looked miserable, gazing at Josh wistfully: "Little Tactician, did you set us up on purpose?"

Josh smiled slightly: "No, this food is okay. I don’t find it too unpalatable."

Compared to this, she had eaten even weirder food on Garbage Star.

She glanced towards the maid: "The food is delicious, the chef’s skills are good."

[Ding! Gained 10 points of the chef’s favorability.]

The maid’s smile was all but a skin-deep curve: "Glad the guest likes it."

Josh glanced casually at the chef hidden outside the door and nodded with a smile: "I really like it."

Yuze raised an eyebrow slightly, casting a glance at her.

Jiang Can was staring at the noodles on his plate that were trying to tie themselves into a bow: "Damn it, if a child can do it, I surely can too!"

Josh’s mouth twitched a little, but she said nothing.

Not far away, a woman suddenly sneezed, knocking over a whole plate of "worm" noodles onto the floor.

She apologetically looked at the maid: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to, this noodle might be inedible now..."

The maid looked at her expressionlessly: "Wasting food, you’re dead!"

Suddenly, a giant thorny vine burst out from the ground, piercing through the woman’s chest in an instant.

The woman screamed miserably, barely having time to release her Spiritual Body in resistance, instantly being impaled through the body.

Blood dripped along the wound onto the vine, quickly seeping into and disappearing within it.

The vine also grew a bit thicker.

Josh frowned slightly, could it be that easy to die?

Are the people participating in the combined scenario of such low caliber?

The sand in the hourglass was running low.

Josh lowered her head and ate elegantly, her plate’s contents quickly vanishing.

Seeing this, the others quickly bowed their heads to eat as well.

It seemed that not wasting food was also one of the strong rules.

In a strong rules dungeon, breaking the rules would get you killed.

Learning from others’ mistakes, the food on the table was quickly devoured.

The butler entered, as if he hadn’t seen the woman’s body impaled by thorns beside him, he looked at the empty plates on the table with satisfaction: "It seems everyone is very satisfied with today’s meal. Please follow me. The guest rooms have already been prepared for you."

The people at the table, few looked pleased, except for Josh.

Yuze, having finished eating those things, looked rather ill, as if he might vomit, walking behind Josh.

Josh suddenly turned around to him: "You, walk in front of me."

Yuze gave her a glance: "Why?"

Josh: "I’m afraid you’ll suddenly throw up on my head, you’re too tall for me, my head is in danger."

Yuze: "..."

The two switched positions.

Thomas led everyone to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor was similar to a hotel, with six rooms symmetrically on both sides of the corridor, and room numbers at the doors.

Thomas faced the crowd: "Please come up here and randomly draw a key to choose a room number. Once chosen, you cannot change it. If you want to change rooms, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow."

With that, he inexplicably pulled out a bunch of keys.

Jiang Can was the first to step forward and draw a key. Peeling off a sticker on the key head, he found: "I got room number 8."

Thomas smiled slightly: "Congratulations, you can rest in your room now."

Jiang Can looked over at Yuze and the others.

Yuze nodded.

Jiang Can opened the door to room number eight with the key, pushing the door open revealed complete darkness inside.

Everyone strained their necks but couldn’t see anything.

The door quickly closed.

Nothing seemed particularly unusual.

After all, it’s the first night; usually, nothing happens.

Everyone took turns drawing room numbers and returned to their rooms.

Josh drew room number 4.

She pushed open the door, entering the room, and switched on the light.

Inside, the room was unexpectedly luxurious.

It was very much like a noble’s bedroom in ancient European architecture.

Josh yawned, lay down on the bed, and began organizing the strong rules of the dungeon.

1. Cannot leave the room after 9 PM.

2. Change rooms every day, the way to change rooms is yet to be explored, can’t choose the same room number indicating that changing rooms is mandatory.

3. Meal times are at 8 AM, 12 PM, and 6 PM, with a 15-minute limit per meal, no wastage allowed.

4. Cannot go to the attic.

That’s it for now.

After organizing, Josh turned around and lay back on the bed.

Upon entering the room, she actually noticed something amiss; it was damp and cold, the feng shui was bad—not a favorable place at all.

Opposite the bed stood a portrait painting of a person, smiling at her.

Josh politely returned a smile, yawned, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Outside, the sky flashed and thundered as if a downpour was about to begin.

In the wind, crying sounds were faintly audible.

The Ancient Castle was especially eerie at midnight.

The candles in the corridor flickered, on the verge of being blown out at any moment, the shadows cast by the candlesticks swayed, the whole corridor cloaked in dim, ghostly yellow light, an ominous silence prevailing.

Josh wasn’t actually sleeping, just resting with her eyes closed, extracting a gemstone from the warehouse to refine it into Spiritual Power for cultivation.

Suddenly, a ticking sound came to her ear.

The thick scent of blood filled her nostrils.

Josh frowned slightly but continued cultivating.

A rustling sound arose next to her ears, something lightly grazed her shoulder.

Josh, somewhat irritated, opened her eyes, reached out, and grabbed the creature on her shoulder, viciously snatching it off and drawing a quick seal with her fingers, pressing it onto the creature’s forehead, immobilizing it.

Having expended a bit of her Spiritual Power, she was heartbroken.

Barrage: [?? Isn’t this dungeon supposed to prohibit the use of skills and weapons?]

[Don’t understand +1, but if it’s happening to the silly child, it makes perfect sense.]

Josh looked at the camera: "It’s just a simple game of ’123, wooden man,’ that’s all. If you don’t get it, never mind."