However, the only reply was Meng Meng's melodious, cheerful laughter.
Unable to use spiritual energy for attacks, the two cultivators drew swords from their storage bags and wildly slashed at the air. Yet, before Meng Meng could even touch them, their appearances had already changed.
The cultivator on the left transformed into a clown, shuffling forward like a marionette. Wan Lei and the others retreated again.
The clown wore a comical hat, his face was snow-white, and a red ball adorned his nose. His clothes were outrageously exaggerated.
He pulled three round balls from his pocket and tossed them into the air, catching them in a continuous loop.
The other cultivator, meanwhile, morphed into the appearance of a boy about seven or eight years old. With stiffly outstretched arms, he ambled to an open space. A shuttlecock then materialized in his hand, and he began kicking it with rigid movements.
However, perhaps due to his puppet-like transformation, his movements were too stiff. Every few kicks, the shuttlecock would fall to the ground. He would then pick it up and continue kicking.
Despite the absence of any ghosts or specters, and the presence of seemingly warm and cheerful scenes, the sight before them was exceedingly bizarre.
Wan Lei and the other four stared at Meng Meng, who was now happily playing with a Barbie doll, with utter dread.
This girl, who appeared so innocent, naive, lively, and cute, was nothing short of a demon wearing human skin!
"What... what do we need to do to be allowed to leave?"
Wan Lei's words, though firm, lacked conviction, sounding more like a plea.
Even though he hadn't intended it, anyone normal witnessing this illogical and utterly bizarre spectacle would be terrified.
At this moment, Meng Meng finally finished dressing the life-sized doll in a skirt. Then, she bent the doll's arm, extending it forward.
After observing for a while, Meng Meng seemed dissatisfied with her creation and retracted three fingers from the doll's hand.
The retracted fingers were the thumb, ring finger, and pinky. Only the index and middle fingers remained erect, forming a "victory" sign.
It seemed she was either showing off her trophy or expressing her happiness.
"Hehe, perfect, so beautiful."
Meng Meng admired her work with delight. Yet, this exquisite Barbie doll had, just minutes before, been a living Nascent Soul cultivator!
Wan Lei and the others saw no beauty, only felt their stomachs churning with extreme nausea.
They had witnessed all sorts of disgusting, bloody scenes before. They had experienced countless wars, waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and Wan Lei himself had often smashed people into a pulp while they were still alive.
But no matter how bloody the scene, there were always traceable causes. This scene before them was simply too bizarre.
It was utterly unreasonable, devoid of any logic.
After admiring her creation, Meng Meng turned and skipped towards a rocking horse. She sat on it, grabbed the horse's ears, and began rocking. The unicorn horn on the horse's forehead bobbed up and down with each sway.
Beside them, the clown emitted a strange laugh, while the boy kicking the shuttlecock continued his repetitive thudding.
Each sound gnawed at their already fragile nerves.
"Oh? There are a few more people here. What should we play with them? Let me think?"
Meng Meng raised her left hand, placed her index finger into her tender, juicy little mouth, and gently bit it. Her large eyes darted around as she pondered.
"What toys should I turn you into? Oh dear, there are too many people, it won't be as fun anymore."
"You're so big, and you still play with these children's toys. Aren't you ashamed?!" Fang Xiaoyu retorted.
"She's clearly not a normal person, there's something wrong with her mind, yet she's incredibly powerful. Such people are the most dangerous because you never know where her thoughts will go next. Don't provoke her," Wan Lei whispered.
"Children's toys, indeed, are a bit embarrassing. Then how about this, let's play an adult game."
Meng Meng chuckled, then hurried deeper into the room. She rummaged through boxes and cabinets, finding a timer. Then, she excitedly ran to the door and opened a small hidden compartment.
Wan Lei noticed a small keypad protruding from the compartment, with ten buttons labeled zero to nine.
"Here, it's a combination lock. The password is a four-digit number. If you enter the correct password, this door will open.
You have only ten minutes and ten chances to enter the password. If you get it right, you can leave. If you can't unlock it within ten minutes, you'll stay here forever to play with me.
How about that? This is an adult game, isn't it?"
After speaking, Meng Meng giggled and set the timer to ten minutes. She pressed the button, and the countdown began.
"Let's start! Hurry and find the password. The answer is in this room."
With that, Meng Meng, holding the timer, rode the rocking horse again, rocking back and forth.
"Ten minutes."
Wan Lei muttered. The group then rushed towards the main door, focusing on the combination lock.
They each employed their unique abilities, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
Wan Lei activated his array eye, thoroughly analyzing the lock. However, it was just an ordinary lock, and it didn't display the password.
Fang Xiaoyu began counting on her fingers.
"From zero to nine, there are ten digits. With four digits and repetition allowed, there are a total of ten thousand possible combinations. Without repetition, it's five thousand and forty. We only have ten chances, it's impossible to try every permutation."
"Don't try to be clever. Hurry and find clues. Numbers, right? Find everything in this room that has numbers on it."
Wan Lei instructed everyone to spread out and search.
"You three, use your luck skills. Try to find the numbers. Remember, it's four numbers."
With that, the group began ransacking the room, turning it upside down in moments. Meng Meng pouted, looking displeased.
But since this was her game, her rules, she couldn't directly reprimand them. She could only prompt, "Don't mess everything up. Perhaps the clues are within these arranged items."
Upon hearing this, the five were startled and immediately stopped, fearing they might displace an important clue.
They began to search cautiously. Wan Lei flipped over the swing's seat to look underneath, Fang Xiaoyu crawled under the slide to search for numbers, and Hong Lian and the other two lifted the sofa cushions, hoping to find numbers.
The five unicorn dolls on the sofa fell to the ground. They carefully placed the unicorns back in order.
After searching for a long time, they found nothing.