These two holes were roughly circular, with irregular edges.

Feng Bujue held the kerosene lamp and peered inside, discovering a pillow-sized space within the wall. It was empty, but there seemed to be writing on the wooden board of the wall behind it.

He used the pipe wrench to knock out the wooden board between the two holes, enlarging it into one big hole. Then, he stuck the kerosene lamp in and peered inside, but he still couldn't make out the writing on the wall.

Only the top two characters were translated, reading [Incantation], while the lines below were as tiny as fly wings, appearing as mere black lines.

Feng Bujue immediately realized that he needed a [Magnifying Glass].

He withdrew his head from the wall, not bothering to stick his head in again, and simply raised the magnifying glass, scanning it across the text. Sure enough, the next second, he could see the translation of the text from the menu, even with his eyes further away.

[hAkunA……mAtAtA……From now on……no worries or cares……hAkunA, mAtAtA! Simple and easy to remember……Sing along……From now on……You don't need to worry anymore……No need to like before……Resigned to fate……hAkunA……mAtAtA……]

Behind this line was a sentence that resembled a footnote: Ancient and magical African proverb, works every time.

Feng Bujue finished reading the text and threw the magnifying glass to the ground: "This is a rip-off! Magical my ass! Such a bizarre, dark, and disgusting script, and you suddenly throw in something like this, are you crazy!

African my butt! What does Africa have to do with this place! You solemnly tell me about a 'barrier controlled by incantations', and then you use an African proverb to break it!

Speaking of which, what the hell was that scene just now! If I had kept the door closed and not let that guy in, what kind of prompt would I have received next? Would a warthog and a meerkat sing me up to the second floor after I opened the door!

What kind of script is this! The scenery is an eyesore, the sound effects deafening, and everywhere you go, there's a shit-like smell... The world-building is meaningless, there are numerous heavy-handed settings, the puzzles are insane, the rules for solving them change at will, and the hints given are more nonsensical than the last!"

He roared for a while, then gasped for a while, cursing many foul words. It seemed that hAkunAmAtAtA had stimulated him too much...

Ten minutes later, he calmed down, tidied himself up, and came to the stairwell on the second floor, reciting the previous passage aloud.

The magic circle flickered a few times, then made a sound like glass breaking. A few seconds later, the meat wall made of corpse fragments collapsed like an avalanche...

Feng Bujue had thought that after dispelling the curse, these obstacles in front of him would disappear, but he didn't expect this to happen.

Caught off guard, he was buried underneath, and cursed from the bottom of his heart: "Motherf*cker!" Then he crawled out. He was truly grateful that he had facial equipment and had chosen to display it. Otherwise, the disgusting smell alone would have made him shout ten curses in a row.

In any case, the passage to the second floor had been opened, which was at least some progress.

Feng Bujue adjusted his mood, singing the previous incantation with the melody as he walked up the stairs.

The arrangement of the rooms on the second floor was slightly different from the first floor. Directly above the hall was a room with a door, while the layout and area of the other rooms were roughly the same.

All the doors to those rooms were closed, and Feng Bujue was in no hurry to explore them. He first followed the trail of blood on the ground, wanting to see where the synthetic man had gone. As a result, he went straight to the room directly above the hall.

The shape of this door was different from all the other doors in this room. The two door panels, joined together, were made of metal. Even a layman could see that this was a very expensive metal, completely different from the cheap, rusty iron doors in basement 2F. The height of this door exceeded two and a half meters, with the upper edge of the door frame close to the roof, and its width was almost as wide as the corridor.

"Hmm... this size... as expected, it was designed with the intention of letting monsters in and out..." Feng Bujue said, reaching out and grabbing the two handles on the door, pulling them a few times. "Okay, as expected, it won't open."

He also guessed that this kind of room could only be entered in the later stages of the game. So, he returned to the stairs and began searching the room closest to the stairwell.

At this time, Feng Bujue was not in a "death warning" state. It was impossible to rule out the possibility of encountering a "jump scare," so he carefully and slowly pushed open the door, and once again took out the iron bar from his knapsack to test for traps in the room.

After doing all this, he walked in with the lamp.

Before him was a bedroom, which looked quite tidy. The bed was clean, and the sheets and bedding were folded; there was a photo frame on the bedside table, and two wardrobes stood against the wall. Like downstairs, the windows were closed, and it was pitch black outside. There was a small flowerpot on the windowsill, containing nothing but soil. There were two plausible theories: first, the plant inside had turned into soil; second, the plant inside had mutated into some kind of animal and left on its own...

Feng Bujue went straight to the bedside table and picked up the photo frame. Inside the photo frame was another faded, yellowed photo, this time of three people: two boys around fifteen or sixteen years old, and a mother around forty years old.

As with what happened in the study, Feng Bujue looked at the photo for a few seconds, and a video appeared at the appropriate time.

The lightning outside the window indicated that it was a stormy night.

In this room, a brown-haired boy sat in a chair next to the bed. A woman lay on the bed, her face pale and her eyes sunken. Their hands were clasped tightly, and there were tears in the woman's eyes.

"Arthur... there's something Mom has to tell you..."

"I know," Arthur replied. "I'm a Xing clansman, I'm... adopted..."

The mother was silent for a few seconds after hearing this: "No, you are my child, even if I didn't give birth to you, but..."

"Don't say it, Mom, you don't need to say these things. Of course I'm your child, always will be." Arthur squeezed his mother's hand.

"You are very smart and very strong. Mom is very relieved about you. You have always been able to take care of yourself." The mother sighed. "But your brother is too kind and too weak. He..."

"Don't worry, Mom, I only have this one brother." Arthur interrupted. "I will definitely take good care of him." As he said this, he lowered his head, as if lost in grief.

Another flash of lightning passed, and at this moment, the camera gave a close-up of the corner of Arthur's mouth.

He was actually smiling...