True Horror Chapter Twenty-One The Great Escape

The task was not yet over, and now only three people remained in the room. Mo Han collapsed into his chair in defeat, just as Player Number 8 suddenly stood up across from him.

Sweat began to pour from the man’s body, soaking his clothes through. He felt scalding hot, as if being roasted by searing flames.

The man’s strange behavior caught the attention of Mo Han and his sister Mo Yan. While their focus was drawn to him, neither noticed the door behind them slowly open.

The man’s body grew ever hotter, his skin turning a deep, blood-red hue. He began to swell, his frame expanding rapidly, and within just a minute, his body had ballooned noticeably.

He looked like a balloon being pumped full of air, swelling larger and larger as though someone were inflating him with a pump. In the blink of an eye, the once 130-pound man now weighed well over 200 pounds, his bloated body even starting to float.

The swelling continued, transforming his previously thin frame into something grotesque and corpulent. It seemed he was nearing a breaking point.

Mo Yan, panic-stricken, hid behind her brother. The vast, empty room now held only the three of them.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li and the others in the apartment watched everything unfold live on their phones. Millions of viewers in the stream also watched, but none found the scene odd—instead, they stared blankly at their screens.

Jiang Li sensed the severity of the situation. If the man kept expanding, his body would eventually burst like an overfilled balloon.

Mo Han was paralyzed by uncertainty, unwilling to go over to check, so he quietly pulled Mo Yan toward the door, both siblings now noticing the door had opened.

Finally, the man was floating completely in midair, his body grotesquely swollen to the size of a five-hundred-pound man. Yet despite the change in shape, his actual weight remained unchanged.

A faint hissing, like air escaping a balloon, broke the silence. Tiny holes began to appear all over the man’s floating body, and blood gushed out in torrents. In moments, the number of bloody punctures multiplied.

His face grew deathly pale, and then, with a thunderous crack, his body exploded, filling the air with a red mist of blood. The gore splattered all over Mo Han, drenching him instantly. Mo Yan, cowering behind him, now saw on the television screen the clown crawling closer and closer to the camera, in a manner reminiscent of Sadako.

Hunched and twisted, the clown inched toward the lens, drawing nearer and nearer, as though about to