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Chapter 50: Shanchi Haunted House Arc (Part Ten)
Chapter 50: Shanchi Haunted House Arc (Part Ten)
“Feng Bu Jue… you’re way too calm,” Long Ao Min muttered, even he finding the scene unnervingly eerie.
Xiao Tan, however, remained composed—visceral horrors had never unsettled him much.
Bei Ling Xiao Gu showed little reaction, merely wrinkling her delicate brows at the grotesquerie. Si Yu Ruoli’s calm rivaled Feng Bu Jue’s.
“Let’s assume Invincible Elder encountered this on the second floor,” Feng Bu Jue said. “Alone, trapped in a looping corridor, the mirror shows him stuck inside his own writhing intestines… what would he do?”
“Run,” Si Yu replied, her answer as succinct as ever.
“Exactly,” Feng Bu Jue nodded. “Which means we can’t run. We need to slow down.”
“He died from panicking and fleeing?” Long Ao Min mused. “Then… maybe this repeating corridor hides sudden traps? Or near-invisible steel wires strung across the air?”
Xiao Tan frowned. “We walked this path earlier. Why didn’t we hit traps or—”
“Were the mirrors here before?” Feng Bu Jue cut in. “The environment shifts constantly. Observations are meaningless.” He tapped the corridor wall with his baseball bat. “This ‘wall’ might be a door, a window, or nothing at all. From now on, don’t trust what you see.”
Stepping ahead of Long Ao Min, he produced his bat like a blind man’s cane. “I’ll lead with my eyes closed. You don’t need to shut yours—just follow.”
“Don’t warn me if I seem to hit a wall or step into air. Keep pace. I’ll focus on moving fast, so you memorize the route. Don’t track everything—just note our first two turns. If I turn the same direction a third time, stop me.”
“…What exactly are you, Feng Bu Jue?” Bei Ling blurted, echoing Long Ao Min’s earlier question.
“A literary giant,” he replied, shamelessly.
Si Yu’s expression flickered. “A novelist?”
“Wow, Miss Si Yu! You guessed it!” Xiao Tan marveled.
Feng Bu Jue inwardly puzzled: How many times has she seen through me now? What’s her deal?
“You’re famous?” Bei Ling pressed.
“Famous? Maybe mid-tier actor level,” he shrugged.
Bei Ling blinked, then opened her menu to check the team roster: Mad Bu Jue… Mad Bu Jue… Could it be? He’s ‘Bu Jue’? Both pen name and online handle?
“Cousin…” she turned to Si Yu, lowering her voice.
“Later,” Si Yu interrupted, raising her tone. “Focus. Lead the way, literary giant.”
Feng Bu Jue shrugged, closed his eyes, and hunched forward, bat extended. The bat’s length—about a meter—forced him to stoop; unlike a proper cane reaching his chest, this only grazed his waist.
Their pace slowed, but impressively steady for blind navigation.
At the first turn, Feng Bu Jue touched the wall and pivoted left. Strangely, he emerged slightly skewed. The sighted four followed, watching his body gradually phase into the right-side wall. No one spoke. As Feng Bu Jue’s path intersected the corridor’s angle, they too passed through the wall.
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