Chapter 135 Overly Calm

"Brother Feng… you're a little too calm…" Even Long Aomin felt a bit creeped out by the scene.

But this time, Xiao Tan seemed relatively calm as well, as he wasn't particularly afraid of internal organs and the like.

Bei Lingxiaogu didn't react much, just furrowed her delicate brows, finding it a bit disgusting, while Siyu Ruoli's level of composure was on par with Feng Bujue's.

"Let's assume, Invincible Bro encountered this kind of scene on the second floor as well…" Feng Bujue said, "Alone, he repeatedly sees the same corridor, and the image in the mirror implies that he's trapped in his own writhing intestines… What would he do?"

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

"Correct." Feng Bujue nodded. "Therefore, we can't 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… maybe traps suddenly pop out in this repeating corridor? Or maybe there are some steel wires that are hard to see with the naked eye across the air?"

Xiao Tan said, "We already walked this part of the road just now, 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, it might look like a wall, it might be a door, a window, or it might be nothing at all, completely empty." He took a baseball bat out of 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 diagonally in front of him like a guide cane, "You don't need to close your eyes, just follow behind me.

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

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

"A great writer." Feng Bujue replied shamelessly.

Hearing this, Siyu's expression changed slightly, and she asked in a questioning tone, "Novelist?"

"Wow, Siyu-nüxia, you're amazing, you could even guess that," Xiao Tan said.

Feng Bujue was also very strange, thinking to himself, "How many times has she seen through me… what's going on?"

"Eh? Then you're 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 column, thinking: Feng Bujue… Feng Bujue… Could it be? Is he that "Bujue"? Even his pen name and online name are both Bujue?

"Older cousin… he's the one you…" Bei Ling turned her head, lowered her voice, and seemed to want to say something to Siyu quietly.

"I know." Siyu interrupted her, then raised her voice slightly and said, "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 hunched over to move forward. Bending over was inevitable, the length of the baseball bat was about one meter, and the length of the guide cane could generally extend to the user's chest, but the baseball bat only reached the waist.

The five people's forward speed was naturally a bit slower than before, but in terms of blind walking, this was already considered fast.

Until the first corner, everything was still normal, the wall at the end of the corridor was also real, Feng Bujue touched the wall, and turned to the left. What was strange was that after he turned, he wasn't facing the left corridor, but was slightly skewed. The four people with 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 of Feng Bujue's advancement intersected with the straight line of the corridor wall, everyone also passed through the wall one after another.

People's eyes are 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 seem to be right angles, but they are actually 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 this 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 strange space. Any scene seen in the eyes, whether it was a door, a window, a wall, or even a large hole in the ground, was all true and false, even more elusive than an ordinary maze. Seemingly straight corridors were also curved, and places that seemed to be walls could be passed through.

Only by closing your eyes is it possible to walk in a straight line here, and only by following the route in your mind without distractions can you move forward, otherwise you will definitely be confused.

This bizarre journey lasted for a full thirty minutes. During this time, they did not encounter any traps, nor did they encounter attacks from ghosts. It seemed that even those ghosts who could walk through walls dared not enter this area of illusion.

Along the way, in addition to the environmental changes used to confuse players, there were also many "intestinal mirrors" that appeared, as well as many distorted paintings that seemed to make people dizzy at a glance, which could be seen everywhere on the walls. It can be said that this road became more and more frightening. If a person was in this script, exploring slowly with their eyes open, it would indeed be possible to clear the level, but they had to have extremely strong psychological quality.

The long silence made everyone's morale very low, but fortunately, it was finally over.

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

In fact, such a distance could be completed in fifteen minutes 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 okay, but the mental fatigue was the main issue. He wasn't blind, nor had he received professional training, so walking with his eyes closed for so long was extremely difficult. If you readers are interested, you can try it, close your eyes, don't open them in the middle, just go to every room in your familiar home and take a turn, and you will understand the degree of this difficulty. By the way… be careful.

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

Feng Bujue opened his eyes and adapted to the not-too-bright light around him. Then he saw the "end," a door that seemed to be made of human flesh.

On that "flesh door," some vein-like meridians painted a passage of ghost palace poetry:

[Pearls shimmering, gemstones sparkling,

Reflecting the gate of the celestial palace.

Garments fluttering, faces glowing,

Fairies come one after another.

Echoes are distant,

Exquisite sounds linger,

Their mission is only to sing;

Praising their king's peerless wisdom.]

[Side Quest Progress Updated]

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

"This is the fourth passage, so… now only the sixth passage remains." Feng Bujue said, touching the bone doorknob nonchalantly.

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

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

Before, in the restaurant, when Roderick drove the chandelier, because he was hiding in the darkness, the Eyes of Hatred didn't capture him at all. Later, when he manipulated the chair, Feng Bujue observed that Roderick's target was the wooden chair itself. It can be seen that the Eyes of Hatred are useless for this kind of monster that takes indirect attacks.

Pushing open the door, in front of him was a medium-sized room, with no windows on all sides, and no lights, only walls cast in flesh and floors pieced together from bones. The ceiling was covered with black hair, and the hair was woven and twisted together in a specific way, forming an arched roof.

Apart from this door, there were no exits in this room.

And on a large human bone beam in the middle of the room, hung two corpses, a man and a woman, both of whom were tightly bound by something like intestines, hanging in mid-air.

The man was wearing a black classic suit, and the woman was wearing a white dress. The two corpses showed no signs of decay, but their skin was pale, their eyes were tightly closed, and they exuded an unspeakable "death aura."