I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role

Chapter 114: Patrol Monsters

Xu Zisheng lifted the door panel slightly and opened it inch by inch, making almost no sound.

At the corner of the corridor, a faint glimmer of light illuminated a short, squirming black shadow that vanished into the darkness just as Xu Zisheng stepped out.

In a place unnoticed on the Cursed Child's shoulder, the extremely light Dark Mist churned slightly, eventually coalescing into a small human figure.

[Writer] sat peacefully on Xu Zisheng's shoulder, almost weightless, about the size of a thumb, like a carving made of fine jade porcelain.

Xiao Gui'an let out a small yawn. He truly didn't feel sleepy, but he couldn't escape the mental exhaustion—immersive acting took a heavy toll on one's mind.

He raised his eyes and looked out from Xu Zisheng's shoulder. The silence of the deep night hung over the entire orphanage like a pitch-black net, allowing no glimmer of light to escape, while terrifying shadows crawled through the darkness.

The players' task was to find the once most obedient child in this orphanage and uncover the truth.

The rules didn't mention what would happen if they survived until the final day.

So the outcome likely boiled down to two possibilities: either complete the task, or face death in the end.

To understand the orphans who once lived in this orphanage, they needed to go to places like the records room and check information about every orphan in this institution.In this extremely oppressive and eerie environment, surrounded by complete darkness with very low visibility, Xiao Gui'an instinctively held his breath and focused along with Xu Zisheng.

Before leaving, through the Human Skin Cloak, Xiao Gui'an glanced at Cheng He and Yang Qianqian's room.

A thought flashed through his mind.

Would these two also come out to join the excitement when the time came?

The thin boy wearing the Human Skin Cloak moved swiftly, immediately darting through the dark corridor like an almost imperceptible breeze. He reached the corner and began descending the stairs.

Something unknown stained the steps, emitting a foul odor—sticky and slippery. With each step, it felt as if one could barely maintain balance.

Xu Zisheng estimated the time in his mind and quickened his pace.

But seeing in the darkness was difficult. Just as he reached the junction between the third and second floors, his foot caught on something.

The thin teenager lost his balance, staggering sideways for two steps. Though he quickly regained stability, his hand accidentally touched something.

The texture beneath his hand was extremely sticky and disgusting, with slightly raised bumps that felt like large and small blisters growing together, now gently rising and falling as if breathing.

The massive presence curled up at the staircase junction showed no reaction.

Xu Zisheng slowly withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged, planning to wipe it casually on the wall. Little did he expect the wall would also be covered in a thick, sticky liquid—truly 'adding frost to snow.'

The Cursed Child pulled back his hand to look—thick, blackish-yellow mucus was slowly dripping from his palm, appearing extremely difficult to clean.

Xu Zisheng: ...

Sitting on Xu Zisheng's shoulder, Xiao Gui'an saw this scene and sensed Xu Zisheng's fleeting moment of speechlessness, unconsciously curling the corners of his lips.

Then realizing something, he immediately suppressed his smile.

He swore he absolutely didn't take pleasure in seeing Xu Zisheng's misfortune.

Look at him, still able to remain expressionless—enough to show his strong mental resilience.

Just looking at those blister-like raised bumps was enough to know how disgusting they were, let alone their secretion of sticky liquid—the texture must be truly awful.

Xiao Gui'an silently sympathized with Xu Zisheng for one second in his heart.

Just then, movement came from the adjacent corridor, forcing Xu Zisheng to press closer against the sticky massive presence.

He was almost completely pressed against it, leaving only a tiny gap.

Seeing the oily, pus-filled bumps almost right in front of his eyes, Xiao Gui'an shrank back slightly, then calmly averted his gaze as if nothing was wrong.

A faint light approached from the distance as a tall, hunched figure descended toward the staircase.

The dim yellow lighting fully illuminated the patrolling monster's form.

The monster had an extremely tall and thin upper body, while its lower body consisted of what looked like animal feet—very small, appearing unable to support the upper body.

Shriveled flesh clung tightly to its bones, and the monster's long, thin arms hung down, drooping onto the floor.

A small head atop its neck was connected by a bloody throat tube, separated from a flat neck, hanging low against its chest.

No other facial features were visible—only the incomplete mouth on its head held a swaying oil lamp.

The patrolling monster descended the stairs. With two monsters now crowded together, the already narrow staircase space became even more cramped, forcing Xu Zisheng to squeeze further inside.

The monster head holding the oil lamp in its mouth swayed slightly, its bloody throat tube extending and retracting as if sniffing for something. The other's rotting, fishy stench was now right before them.

Beneath the Human Skin Cloak, Xu Zisheng held his breath slightly, keeping his heartbeat steady.

With many mixed scents in the air, the tall, thin monster finally retracted its long, bloody throat tube.

The oil lamp lightly brushed past Xu Zisheng's face, stirring a slight breeze.

Only after the bony monster left did Xu Zisheng move again, descending two more flights of stairs.

Finally leaving the orphan dormitory building and reaching the ground floor, an intensely deep, chilling aura washed over them. Every inch of land was permeated with a shivering cold, as if invisible ghosts were wandering about.

Xiao Gui'an glanced at the windows. The frost on the first-floor windows seemed more severe than before, almost completely covering the entire window panes.

Xu Zisheng didn't know where the records room was located, so he could only randomly choose between left and right directions.

"Perhaps we should go left. The Director's office is over there."

A whisper reached his ears, with [Writer] offering only this single hint.

The figure wearing the Human Skin Cloak didn't hesitate at all, heading left.

In the darkness, it seemed as if numerous pairs of eyes were watching the place where Xu Zisheng had just passed. The space twisted slightly, almost imperceptibly.