"Brother Feng … you're being a bit too calm …" Even Long Aomin felt a chill run down his spine.
However, Xiao Tan was calmer this time because he was not that afraid of organs.
Laughing Soul did not react much. She only frowned slightly, feeling disgusted. Passing Rain, on the other hand, was as calm as Feng Bujue.
"Let's assume that Brother Invincible ran into the same situation on the second floor," Feng Bujue said. "He was alone, and the same corridor kept repeating itself. The reflection in the mirror suggested that he was trapped inside his own intestines … What would happen to him?"
"Run." Passing Rain's answer was always so simple and direct, her words were as precious as gold.
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded. "Therefore, we cannot run. In fact, we have to slow down."
"Did he die from running in a panic?" Long Aomin thought about it and said, "Then … perhaps there will be a trap in this repeating corridor? Or some steel wires that are hard to see with the naked eye hanging in the air? "
Xiao Tan said, "We've already walked down this corridor, so how come we didn't run into any traps or …"
"Was there a mirror here earlier?" Feng Bujue interrupted. "The surroundings can change at any time, so it's meaningless." He reached out to knock on the wall. "A wall. It might look like a wall, but it could be a door, a window, or nothing at all." He took out the baseball bat from his backpack. "From now on, the environment that we 'see' can no longer be used as a reference."
Feng Bujue walked to stand before Long Aomin. "I will lead the way with my eyes closed." He used the bat like a guide stick and pointed it forward. "There's no need to close your eyes. Just follow behind me.
No matter how I 'look' like I'm about to run into a wall or step on air, there's no need to remind me. Just follow me. " He thought about it and added, "I will try my best to focus and move as fast as possible, so I'll leave the memorization to you. You don't need to remember the entire route. Just remember the direction of the first two turns. If I turn in the same direction for the third time in a row, you can stop me. "
"I say … Brother Jue, what is your real occupation?" Laughing Soul could not help but ask the same question that Long Aomin had asked before.
"Great literary giant." Feng Bujue shamelessly replied.
Passing Rain's expression changed slightly, and she asked in a questioning tone, "School of Novels?"
"Wow, heroine, you're really amazing. You can even guess it like that." Xiao Tan said.
Feng Bujue was also puzzled. He thought to himself, "How many times has she seen through me … What's going on?"
"Eh? Then you are a celebrity? "Laughing Soul asked.
"He's probably not as famous as a B-list or B-list actor," Feng Bujue said bluntly.
Laughing Soul was startled. She immediately opened the menu to look at the player ID in the team tab and thought, Feng Bujue … Feng Bujue … No way? He is that 'Bujue'? His pen name and online name are both Bujue?
"Cousin … He is you …" Laughing Soul turned around and lowered her voice like she wanted to whisper something to Passing Rain.
"I know." Passing Rain interrupted her and then raised her voice to say, "Now is not the time to chat. Lead the way, Great Literary Giant."
Feng Bujue did not notice anything. He shrugged and turned around. He closed his eyes, extended the baseball bat forward, and started to move forward. He had no choice but to bend over. The bat was about one hundred centimeters long. The length of the bat could normally reach the user's chest, but the bat only went past the user's waist.
The speed at which the five of them advanced was naturally slightly slower than before, but for a blind person, this was already considered fast.
Until they turned the first corner, everything was normal. The wall at the end of the corridor was real. Feng Bujue touched the wall and turned left. Weirdly enough, after he made the turn, he was not facing the left corridor but slightly slanted. The four with their eyes open followed him and then realized something shocking. Feng Bujue's body was slowly sinking into the wall on his right. They did not speak and just followed him. As the straight line that Feng Bujue was moving forward crossed the straight line that the corridor had taken, the rest of the group passed through the wall one after another.
The human eye could be easily misled, but the natural sense of balance of the human body allowed one to walk in a straight line without the aid of sight.
The corridor looked like it was at a right angle, but it was actually slightly slanted. Feng Bujue walked with his eyes closed. When he reached the end, he turned ninety degrees based on his intuition, and that was how he deviated from the direction of the corridor.
Under his lead, the five moved between the walls. The ground under their feet, the stairs, and the decorations on both sides were all unbelievable. The second floor of this big house was an extremely strange space. Everything one saw, whether it was the door, the window, the wall, or even the big hole in the ground, was both real and fake. It was even more difficult to fathom than a maze in the general sense. The corridor that looked straight was also curved, and the places that looked like walls could be passed through.
Only by closing their eyes could they walk in a straight line and follow the path in their mind without any distractions. Otherwise, they would definitely be confused.
This strange journey lasted for a full 30 minutes. During this time, they did not encounter any traps, nor were they attacked by any spirits. It seemed that even the ghosts that could pass through walls did not dare enter this area of illusion.
Along the way, other than the changes in the environment that were used to confuse the players, there were plenty of the 'Through the Intestine Mirror'. There were also many twisted portraits that made one feel dizzy just by looking at them. It could be said that the further one walked down this path, the more chilling it became. If one was alone in this scenario and explored it with their eyes open, it was indeed possible to clear the scenario, but one had to have a strong mental fortitude to do so.
The long silence lowered the group's morale, but thankfully, it all came to an end.
Feng Bujue came to a door. It was a real door, and there were real walls on both sides. It looked like this was the 'end' of the corridor of illusion.
Actually, if this was a normal corridor, they would have been able to complete it in fifteen minutes. But at that moment, even though it took him half an hour to finish the journey, Feng Bujue was already exhausted. His Stamina Points were still okay, but the main problem was the mental fatigue. He was not blind, and he had not received professional training. Walking for so long with his eyes closed was extremely difficult. If the spectators are interested, they may try it. Close your eyes, and do not open them in the middle. Go to every room in the house you are familiar with, and you will understand the degree of difficulty. Right … be careful.
"Looks like we're here," Long Aomin, who walked in second, said.
Feng Bujue opened his eyes to get used to the dim light around him. Then he saw the 'end', a door that looked like it was made from human flesh.
On the 'flesh door', there were some veins that looked like blood vessels, and they formed a poem from the Haunted Palace.
"Pearls shine, gems shine,
The door of the Haunted Palace.
Their sleeves flutter, their faces glow,
The fairies come.
Their echoes travel far,
Their melodies fill the air,
Their mission is to sing;
He praised his king's wisdom and wisdom.]
"Side quest progress updated.
"Find all six sections of the 'Haunted Palace'. Current progress: 1/6."
"This is the fourth section, so … only the sixth section is left," Feng Bujue said as he carelessly touched the doorknob that was made from bone.
"Brother Feng, let me walk in front," Long Aomin suggested.
"It's fine." Feng Bujue had already put the baseball bat away, and this time, he did not even put on the Eye of Hostility.
Earlier, in the dining room, when Roderick activated the chandelier, due to the darkness, the Eye of Hostility did not catch sight of him. Later, when he controlled the chair, Feng Bujue observed that Roderick's target was the wooden chair itself. This went to show that the Eye of Hostility was useless against a monster that relied on indirect attacks.
Pushing the door open, he was greeted by a medium-sized room. There were no windows or lights on all four sides, only walls made of flesh and a floor made of bones. The ceiling was covered with long black hair, and the hair was weaved together in a specific way to form an arched roof.
Other than this door, there was no other exit in this room.
On a beam made of human bones in the middle of the room hung two bodies, a man and a woman. Their bodies were bound by something that looked like intestines, and they hung in midair.
The man was wearing a classic black suit, and the woman was wearing a white dress. The two bodies showed no signs of decay, but their skin was pale. Their eyes were closed, and an indescribable 'air of death' radiated from them.
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