Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 169 Bathtub Game

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Cheng Cuo stood up, supporting himself on his knees, straightened his back, and was led by Yu Hansheng to the front of the haunted house.

Pulling open the door in front of him, Cheng Cuo didn't hesitate for a moment, and with a long stride, he disappeared into the darkness.

Yu Hansheng sighed softly, his face full of helplessness.

Cheng Cuo wasn't prepared to be a blind person, so he just walked straight in, but there was nothing anyone could do but let him go.

The moment Cheng Cuo entered the haunted house, the room transformed.

He was standing in front of the bathtub at that moment.

On the washstand to Cheng Cuo's right, longevity noodles, sesame oil, and chicken blood, which are needed for the game, are neatly arranged.

Cheng Cuo could only feel his way around with his feet to see what was in front of him.

Indeed, being blind is quite inconvenient.

To find the bathtub, Cheng Cuo carefully took a step forward, gently touching the ground with his toes, searching for the edge of the bathtub.

He moved slowly along the wall until his toes touched the cold, hard surface of the bathtub.

After finding the bathtub, Cheng Cuo turned towards the washbasin.

He stretched out his hand and slowly swung it in the air until his fingers touched the surface of the sink.

Then, Cheng Cuo moved his hand along the surface of the washbasin to sense the items placed on it.

He couldn't see those three things, so he had to rely on his sense of touch or smell to find them.

The first item Cheng Cuo touched was longevity noodles.

He gently picked up some noodles from the bowl with his fingers; these were definitely longevity noodles.

The second item was sesame oil in a small bottle.

Cheng Cuo opened the bottle and smelled a rich, mild, and fragrant aroma.

This is the unique aroma of sesame oil.

The last item was chicken blood.

Cheng Cuo lightly touched the chicken blood in the bowl with his fingers, feeling its viscosity and cold, damp texture.

With everything prepared, the loudspeaker above the corner of the wall started crackling.

A hoarse, cold machine sound emanated from the dilapidated radio, accompanied by flickering lights.

"Dear guest, are you ready to start the game?"

Cheng Cuo picked up the bowl of longevity noodles, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He answered firmly, "I'm ready."

"Then, the game begins!"

The voice on the loudspeaker was filled with excited laughter, as if they thoroughly enjoyed watching the tourists play games.

Following the rules of the bathtub game, Cheng Cuo got into the zone, not missing a single step.

After Cheng Cuo's vision was deprived, his hearing became exceptionally sensitive.

He didn't hear any unusual sounds during this process.

Apart from the rhythmic dripping of water in the bathtub, I didn't hear any other sounds.

The dripping sound is like a faucet that's not turned off properly.

The bathtub was already filled with water, awaiting Cheng Cuo's final step.

Every time Cheng Cuo finished kowtowing, he couldn't help but look up to see what the consequences would be.

However, Cheng Cuo wouldn't be foolish enough to increase the difficulty of the game he was involved in.

Therefore, Cheng Cuo never raised his head.

Even if he looks up, what difference will it make? He still won't be able to see anything.

Finally, after Cheng Cuo finished kowtowing three times, his ears twitched slightly, automatically catching a faint sound.

Although he could still hear the sound of dripping water, Cheng Cuo noticed something was amiss.

From the moment they entered the haunted house, Cheng Cuo was on high alert for the bathtub game.

Ever since he stepped into the bathroom, he could hear the crisp "drip-drop" sound of water droplets hitting the surface of the bathtub.

Because of its regular intervals, this sound is particularly prominent in quiet environments.

The sound of dripping water is present from the very beginning. Normal people would not pay much attention to these details and might even automatically ignore the sound of dripping water.

But the sound of the water droplets was rhythmic, and Cheng Cuo wouldn't overlook any small detail.

Water droplets fall into the bathtub at a certain frequency, with a three-second interval between the first and second droplets.

Just now, the previously regular "tick-tock" sound suddenly became muffled and weaker.

The dripping sound became more frequent, and it was no longer a ticking sound.

Instead, it's closer to a "click" sound.

Overall, the sound became more suppressed and disjointed.

This only means that someone blocked the faucet with their hand.

Because of the hand's obstruction, water droplets may disperse between the palm and the faucet, creating a finer and faster continuous sound.

When water is blocked by the palm, it cannot flow smoothly and accumulates, resulting in more frequent dripping sounds.

But he still had to do one last step: pour the chicken blood from the bowl into the bathtub, and then lie down in it himself.

Jerry didn't mention whether lying in the bathtub was safe or dangerous.

But the game dictates that players must do this, and players have no choice but to comply. If they don't, they will die, and if they do, they can find a glimmer of hope even if they encounter danger.

However, this is tantamount to players gambling with their lives.

Cheng Cuo leaned on the edge of the bathtub and poured the chicken blood into it all at once, instantly turning the clear water in the tub a deep red.

One of his legs was already submerged in the water, while the other was still outside the bathtub.

The water was very cold, and this icy feeling quickly spread throughout his body, causing Cheng Cuo to shiver involuntarily.

The water was much colder than he had expected. He frowned, his handsome brows furrowed, and stepped in with his other leg.

As Cheng Cuo moved, the water in the bathtub was stirred up, splashing up tiny water droplets.

The bathtub was filled with chicken blood and had a strong smell of rust.

Cheng Cuo's body slowly sank, and the sticky feeling of the chicken blood made him feel uncomfortable.

He tried to relax his body and adapt to the environment.

As Cheng Cuo fully sank into the bathtub, the chicken blood began to stain his skin red, as if draping him in a blood-red coat.

The stench of blood filled the bathroom, and the strong smell made Cheng Cuo's nose sting.

The eerie atmosphere was suffocating, as if something was lurking in the shadows.