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Chapter 48: Shanchi Haunted House (Part 8)
Chapter 48: Shanchi Haunted House (Part 8)
“Feng Bu Jue… this… this… it’s…” Wang Tan Zhi stammered in terror again.
“If I didn’t interrupt,” Feng Bu Jue cut in, “were you planning to keep stuttering like this forever?”
Long Ao Min turned his head. “Feng Bu Jue, how could you say a muted word just now?”
“That’s obviously because I didn’t intend to insult anyone when I spoke that curse,” Feng Bu Jue explained. “So the system didn’t stop me directly. But since the word itself is vulgar, it got censored. Speaking of which, isn’t now a terrible time to be nitpicking about this?”
Peng peng peng… Hualala…
The sound of exploding bulbs and shattering glass echoed nonstop. The wall lamps surrounding the dining hall burst one by one, plunging the room into darkness.
Before the noise even settled, Feng Bu Jue had already pulled a flashlight from his satchel. Switching it on, he aimed the beam upward, casting an eerie glow across his face. “Why the drama? Just turning off the lights would’ve worked. No need for all this theatrics.” As he spoke, he slipped on the [Eye of Hostility].
Xiao Tan and Long Ge, seeing the artificial light in the darkness, turned their backs to Feng Bu Jue and slowly edged toward him. They simultaneously drew their own flashlights from their satchels, illuminating fan-shaped areas in front of them.
Meanwhile, Siyu Ruoli and Bei Ling Xiao Gu naturally had their own illumination methods. Siyu Ruoli produced an old-fashioned lantern. Though its exterior looked worn, its attributes were solid:
[Name: Eternal Embers Lantern]
[Type: Tool]
[Quality: Tattered]
[Function: Illumination]
[Special Effect: Everlasting Flame]
[Background: This lantern was once a powerful magical artifact, but after severe damage, it was never repaired. It now permanently illuminates a five-meter radius. The brightness cannot be adjusted or turned off, though it retains infinite fuel.]
She placed the lantern directly on the long table. As described, its light—a spherical glow with a five-meter radius—remained constant.
Bei Ling Xiao Gu, meanwhile, pulled out a yellow miner’s helmet. She switched on the headlamp but held it in her hand instead of wearing it, perhaps finding it uncomfortable or unflattering.
The group held their breath, listening for threats in the silent darkness.
Suddenly, faint jingling sounds came from above. Everyone looked up. The grand glass chandelier above the table was being yanked sideways by some force, pointing directly at… Feng Bu Jue.
In an instant, the steel cables suspending the chandelier snapped. An object the size of half a washing machine hurtled toward Feng Bu Jue. His first instinct was to dive under the table.
But someone reacted faster—much faster.
Siyu Ruoli lightly stepped onto a chair, her figure soaring into the air with graceful agility. Her blade gleamed coldly, her gaze colder. Sword drawn, she moved like lightning, striking with blazing speed and force. With a clean slash, she severed the falling chandelier. The metal frame split in two, and the object crashed down, shattering glass across the floor.
Landing lightly, Siyu Ruoli swept a stray lock of hair from her forehead with one hand, the other still gripping her sword. Her breathing hadn’t quickened at all. A vision of icy authority and elegance.
Xiao Tan and Long Ge were stunned. The memory of Feng Bu Jue smashing a zombie’s head yesterday suddenly felt laughably crude. This merciless female warrior outclassed him tenfold in skill and ferocity. Comparing their combat scenes was like juxtaposing Qin Ji Xian with Feng Zhi Han—utterly incomparable.
“You’re welcome,” Siyu Ruoli said flatly as Feng Bu Jue opened his mouth to speak.
He swallowed his intended “Thank you, miss,” thinking: Good thing I didn’t say that out loud. That line’s straight out of a B-rate kung fu movie. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Siyu, can your lantern get any brighter?”
“No.”
“Mind if I take a look?”
“Why?”
“I have a skill that can temporarily repair mechanical tools,” he said. “If your lantern’s quality is below Common…”
Before he finished, Siyu Ruoli flicked her sword, sending the lantern on the table floating to him. “Tattered.”
She preferred brevity, and he understood perfectly. Taking the item, he activated [Hasty Repair]. The system notified him: [Skill Use Failed].
Unfazed—failures were normal. His Mechanics Proficiency was F-rank, with a 20% success rate. Last time’s flashlight repair was pure luck.
After two more attempts, he finally succeeded. The skill consumed 100 Stamina Value—but this time, it cost 300. The lantern’s quality restored to Common, its light suddenly blazed, illuminating the entire dining hall.
The hall was massive—larger than any room they’d encountered. In the farthest corner, they spotted a figure… or rather, a ghost.
A middle-aged man in black classical suit, pale skin, sunken eye sockets. His features were sharp: broad forehead, square jaw—unforgettable at a glance.
According to common ghost lore, spirits often appear as they did at death or in life. This was undoubtedly Roderick Usher.
Previously hidden in a shadowy corner untouched by flashlights, the lantern now exposed him.
Roderick seemed to fear the light. He shielded his eyes, curling his body as he let out a shriek.
Feng(End of Chapter)
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