Chapter 241 - Who Is the Chairperson? (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The room was extremely quiet. Even the two who liked to critique the most were quiet. The atmosphere around the dining table was weird. The ten black robes looked at one another, and they seemed to be communicating with gazes.

“If that’s not enough, I have other stories.” Chen Ge was buying time for Zhang Ya. He was not interested in the other members; he only had one target that night, which was to capture Zhu Xiu.

“You still have other stories?”

The dining table fell silent again. The first man on the right scratched his head before turning to the fifth person on the left. “No. 5, are all his stories real?”

Everyone then turned to this most mysterious No. 5. The black robe fluttered slightly, and a gender-neutral voice came from the mask. “I cannot detect any signs of deceit in his words.”

Five ghost stories, all real… what kind of ‘amazing’ life had he led?

“Looks like we have to redo the judging.” The man on the left moved his gaze to fall on the three other new members. “All of your stories are amazing, but we can only keep three new members.”

He placed his left hand on the table and extended one finger. The second vote had begun. Other people came to the decision equally quick. Six of them extended one finger.

“You got more than half of the votes.” The man on the left turned to No. 1. “I’m sorry, No. 1, but you can leave now.”

“Leave?” No. 1 started to panic and wanted to say something but was cut off by the man on the left.

“You can come back next Wednesday.”

The alert No. 1 was sent out of the room. The birdman had been waiting. When he saw it was not Chen Ge, he was rather surprised.

“Follow me.” The birdman led No. 1 away and closed the door.

When the door shut, the first man on the left finished his sentence. “Provided you can survive until the next Wednesday.”

The moment he said that, there was screaming from the corridor and then something heavy fell on the floor. No. 2’s legs shook. Earlier, four people had picked him. If there were two more votes, he would have been the one outside.

“Don’t worry, the new member lives on in another form.” The first man on the left softened his voice. “Welcome to the ghost stories society. You will be respectively No. 11, 12, and 13.”

Chen Ge came in last, so his number was 13. The blood in the shadow behind him grew obvious. Chen Ge, who had survived the first wave of danger, slowly relaxed. The ghost stories society was the hidden mission for the Third Sick Hall. It was related to the world behind the door, and the reward was probably Men Nan’s main persona, a Red Specter who could control the opening and closing of the ‘door’.

“I have a question,” the woman who was now No. 12 said. Her emotions had always been light. “The flyer says that I can find a way to soften the pain, so how do I do that?”

“Don’t worry, everyone here has once been in depths of pain. We’re all patients, and the purpose of building this society is to help everyone seek salvation.” The man on the right stared at the woman. “When you tell us three real ghost stories, we’ll find a way to help you according to your situation.”

Chen Ge listened quietly. He had initially thought that this society was a bunch of madmen playing with themselves, and he did not expect that it would have such a deep meaning behind it.

“How do you expect real ghost stories to happen so often?” When the woman was speaking, she turned to look at Chen Ge with slight alert.