Chapter 15 Calm to a Fault

"Brother Feng... Aren't you taking this a little too calmly..." Even Long Aomin felt a little unnerved by the scene.

But this time, Xiao Tan was relatively calm because he wasn't particularly afraid of internal organs.

Bei Ling Xiao Gu didn't react much, she just frowned slightly, finding it a bit disgusting, while Si Yu Ruo Li was as calm as Feng Bujue.

"Let's assume, Invincible Bro encountered this kind of scene on the second floor as well..." Feng Bujue said, "He's all alone, the same corridor appears repeatedly before his eyes, and the image in the mirror suggests that he is trapped in his own writhing intestines... What would he do?"

"Run." Si Yu's answer was always so simple and direct, economical with words.

"Right." Feng Bujue nodded, "Therefore, we cannot run, and we need to slow down."

"Did he die from running around in a panic?" Long Aomin thought for a moment, and said, "Then... perhaps traps will suddenly appear in this repeating corridor? Or are there some steel wires hanging in mid-air that are difficult to see with the naked eye?"

Xiao Tan said, "We've already walked this section of the road, why didn't we encounter any traps or bump into..."

"Were there mirrors here just now?" Feng Bujue interrupted, "The surrounding scenery can change at any time, it's meaningless." He reached out and knocked on the wall on one side of the corridor, "The wall, what looks like a wall, may be a door, a window, or it may be nothing, empty." He took out the baseball bat from his bag, "From now on, what we 'see' can no longer be used as a reference."

Feng Bujue walked in front of Long Aomin, "Next, I'll lead the way with my eyes closed." He held the baseball bat out diagonally in front of him like a guide cane, "You don't need to close your eyes, just follow behind me.

Whether it 'looks like' I'm about to hit a wall or step on air, don't remind me, just follow me." He thought for a moment, and added, "I'll try to concentrate and walk faster, so the job of remembering will be left to you. You don't need to remember the entire route, just remember the turning direction for the first two turns. If I turn in the same direction for the third time in a row, then you should stop me."

"I say... what exactly do you do, Brother Jue?" Bei Ling couldn't help but ask the question that Long Aomin had also asked before.

"A great writer." Feng Bujue replied shamelessly.

Si Yu's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and she asked in a questioning tone, "Novelist?"

"Wow, Miss Si Yu, you're amazing, you can even guess that," Xiao Tan said.

Feng Bujue was also very surprised, thinking to himself, "How many times has she seen through me... What's going on?"

"Eh? Then are you a celebrity?" Bei Ling asked.

"My level of fame is probably not even as good as a second or third-tier actor," Feng Bujue said bluntly.

Bei Ling was stunned for a moment. She immediately opened the menu and looked at the player nicknames in the team bar, thinking: Feng Bujue... Feng Bujue... Could it be? Is he that "Bujue"? His pen name and online name are both Bujue?

"Cousin... he's the one you..." Bei Ling turned her head and lowered her voice, seeming to want to say something quietly to Si Yu.

"I know," Si Yu interrupted her, and then raised her voice slightly, "Now is not the time to chat, lead the way, Great Writer."

Feng Bujue didn't notice anything. He shrugged, turned around, closed his eyes, stretched the baseball bat forward, and began to move forward hunched over. Bending over was unavoidable, the baseball bat was about one hundred centimeters long, while the length of a guide cane can generally extend to the user's chest, but the baseball bat only reached his waist.

The five people's speed was naturally a bit slower than before, but for blind walking, it was already considered fast.

Everything was normal until the first corner. The wall at the end of the corridor was also real. Feng Bujue touched the wall and turned to the left. The strange thing was that after he turned, he wasn't directly facing the corridor on the left, but slightly skewed. The four who had their eyes open followed him and discovered an astonishing situation: Feng Bujue's body gradually embedded into the wall on his right. They didn't speak, just followed him, and as the straight line Feng Bujue was moving along intersected with the straight line of the corridor wall, everyone also passed through the wall one after another.

The human eye is easily misled, but the sense of balance inherent in the human body allows us to walk in a straight line without the aid of vision.

These corridors seemed to be right angles, but in fact they were skewed. Feng Bujue walked with his eyes closed, and when he reached the end, he turned ninety degrees according to his own feeling, so there was a deviation from the direction of the corridor.

Under his leadership, the five people walked between the walls, and the ground under their feet, the stairs, the decorations on both sides, etc., could not be trusted at all. The second floor of this mansion was an extremely bizarre space, and any scenery seen in the eyes, whether it was a door, a window, a wall, or even a large hole in the ground, was both real and fake, even more elusive than an ordinary maze. The seemingly straight corridors were also curved, and places that seemed to be walls could be passed through.

Only by closing your eyes could you walk in a straight line here, and only then could you move forward single-mindedly according to the route in your mind, otherwise you would definitely be confused.

This bizarre journey lasted a full thirty minutes. During this time, they didn't encounter any traps, nor did they encounter ghost attacks. It seemed that even ghosts who could pass through walls wouldn't dare to enter this illusion-filled area.

In addition to the environmental changes used to confuse players, the "intestine mirrors" appeared frequently, and there were also many distorted paintings that seemed to make people dizzy at a glance, which could be seen everywhere on the walls. It could be said that the further they went, the more frightening it became. If a person were in this script, exploring and advancing slowly with their eyes open, it was indeed possible to clear the game, but they had to have extremely strong psychological qualities.

The long silence greatly lowered everyone's morale, but fortunately, it was finally over.

Feng Bujue arrived at a door, a real door, with solid walls on both sides. It seemed that this place was the "end" of this series of illusionary corridors.

In fact, a distance like this could be completed in fifteen minutes of brisk walking if it were an ordinary corridor. But at this moment, even though it took half an hour to complete, Feng Bujue was already exhausted. His stamina was fine, but he was mainly mentally fatigued. He wasn't blind, nor had he received professional training, so walking with his eyes closed for so long was extremely difficult. If you, dear readers, are interested, you can try it. Close your eyes, don't open them midway, and go to every room in your familiar home, and you will understand the degree of this difficulty. Oh... be careful.

"It seems we've arrived," Long Aomin, who was walking in second place, said.

Feng Bujue opened his eyes and adjusted to the not-so-bright light around him. Then he saw the "end," a door that seemed to be cast from human flesh.

On that "flesh door," some meridian-like blood vessels painted a section of Ghost Palace poetry:

[Pearls shimmering, gemstones sparkling,

Reflecting the gate of the Immortal Palace.

Robes fluttering, faces glowing,

Fairies arrive in droves.

Echoes linger,

Melodious sounds reverberate,

Their mission is only to sing;

Praising their king's unparalleled wisdom.]

[Side Quest Progress Updated]

[Find all six sections of "Ghost Palace," current progress 5/6]

"This is the fourth section, so... now only the sixth section is left," Feng Bujue said, nonchalantly touching the door handle made of bones.

"Brother Feng, let me go ahead here," Long Aomin suggested.

"It's okay." Feng Bujue had already put away the baseball bat, and this time he didn't even wear the [Eyes of Homicide].

Previously, in the restaurant, when Roderick activated the chandelier, the Eyes of Homicide didn't capture him at all because he was hiding in the dark. And later, when he manipulated the chairs, Feng Bujue observed that Roderick's target was the wooden chairs themselves. It can be seen that the Eyes of Homicide are useless for this kind of monster that adopts indirect attacks.

Pushing open the door, before them was a medium-sized room, with no windows on any side, and no lights, only the flesh-cast walls and the bone-assembled floor. The ceiling was covered with long black hair, which was woven and twisted together in a specific way, forming an arched roof.

Apart from this door, the room had no exit.

And on a large human bone beam in the middle of the room, hung two corpses, one male and one female, both wrapped tightly in what looked like intestines, suspended in mid-air.

The man was dressed in a black classical suit, while the woman was dressed in white. Neither corpse showed any signs of decay, but their skin was pale white, their eyes were tightly closed, and they exuded an indescribable "aura of death."