At the same time.
The haunting background music played once more, perhaps because the next part was tailored specifically for them. The lyrics were even more terrifying than before.
"One comb brings old age, two combs cross the Bridge of Helplessness..."
The female singer's voice dragged out with a Huangmei opera accent, combined with the speakers hidden around, forcibly creating an echoing lingering effect.
Even the most avid horror game players would feel their scalps tingling in this environment; Qin Yiren couldn't help it. She fumbled around, searching for the flashlight in the pile of snacks, completely forgetting what she was about to say.
"Let me."
Bo Jinghang had memorized the location of the flashlight before the lights went out. He casually found the small flashlight and pressed the switch.
A bright but narrowly-focused beam of light appeared, flickering across the room's decor.
