Chapter 43

"Brother Mad... Isn't he a bit too calm..." Long Ao Min felt a bit uneasy at the scene.

However, Xiao Tan remained relatively calm this time, as he was not particularly afraid of internal organs and such.

Beiling Xiaogu did not react much, only slightly frowning, finding it somewhat disgusting. Si Yu Ruo Li's calmness was on par with Feng Bu Jue's.

"Let's assume that Brother Invincible encountered this scene on the second floor..." Feng Bu Jue said, "He is alone, and the same corridor keeps appearing before his eyes. 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, sparing words.

"Right." Feng Bu Jue nodded, "Therefore, we cannot run; we need to slow down our pace."

"Did he die because he ran in a panic?" Long Ao Min thought for a moment and said, "Then... perhaps there are traps that suddenly appear in this repeating corridor? Or maybe there are some steel wires in the air that are hard to see with the naked eye?"

Xiao Tan said, "We've already walked this path, why didn't we encounter any traps or hit anything..."

"Was there a mirror here just now?" Feng Bu Jue interrupted, "The surroundings can change at any time, so it's meaningless." He reached out and tapped the wall on one side of the corridor: "The wall, which may look like a wall, could be a door, a window, or nothing at all." He took out a baseball bat from his backpack: "From now on, the environment we 'see' can no longer be used as a reference."

Feng Bu Jue walked in front of Long Ao Min, "Next, I will lead the way with my eyes closed." He held the bat like a guide stick, extending it diagonally forward, "You don't need to close your eyes; just follow me."

"Whether I 'seem' about to hit a wall or step into thin air, don't warn me; just follow me." He thought for a moment and added, "I will try to concentrate and walk faster, so the task of remembering will be up to you. You don't need to remember the entire route, just the direction of the first two turns. If I turn in the same direction for the third time in a row, stop me."

"Hey... Brother Jue, what exactly do you do?" Beiling couldn't help but ask the same question Long Ao Min had asked before.

"Great writer." Feng Bu Jue replied shamelessly.

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

"Wow, Miss Si, you're really amazing, how did you guess that?" Xiao Tan said.

Feng Bu Jue was also puzzled, thinking to himself, "How many times has she seen through me... What's going on?"

"Eh? So you're a celebrity?" Beiling asked.

"My fame is probably less than that of a second or third-tier actor." Feng Bu Jue said bluntly.

Beiling was taken aback. She immediately opened the menu and looked at the player names in the team section, thinking: Feng Bu Jue... Feng Bu Jue... No way, is he that 'Bu Jue'? Could it be that his pen name and online name are both 'Bu Jue'?

"Cousin... He is the one you..." Beiling turned her head, lowering her voice, as if she wanted to whisper something to Si Yu.

"Got it." Si Yu interrupted her, then raised her voice slightly, "Now is not the time to chat; lead the way, great writer."

Feng Bu Jue didn't notice anything, he shrugged, turned around, closed his eyes, and extended the baseball bat forward, bending over to start walking. He had no choice but to bend over, as the bat was about a hundred centimeters long, and a guide stick usually extends to the user's chest, but the bat only reached his waist.

The five people's pace was naturally a bit slower than before, but for blind walking, this was already quite fast.

Everything was normal until the first corner. The wall at the end of the corridor was real. Feng Bu Jue touched the wall and turned left. Strangely, after turning, he was not facing the left corridor directly but slightly skewed. The four people with their eyes open followed him and discovered a shocking situation: Feng Bu Jue's body gradually embedded itself into the wall on his right side. They didn't say anything, just followed him. As the line of Feng Bu Jue's movement intersected with the line of the corridor wall, they all passed through the wall one by one.

Human eyes are easily misled, but the innate sense of balance can allow us to walk in a straight line without relying on vision.

These corridors, which appeared to be at right angles, were actually skewed. Feng Bu Jue, with his eyes closed, turned ninety degrees at the end based on his own feeling, thus creating a deviation from the direction of the corridor.

Under his lead, the five people moved between the walls. The ground, stairs, and decorations on both sides were all unreliable. The second floor of this large house was a bizarre space. Any object seen, whether a door, window, wall, or even a large hole in the ground, was a mix of real and fake, making it even more confusing than a typical maze. The seemingly straight corridors were actually curved, and places that appeared to be walls could be passed through.

Only by closing their eyes could they possibly walk in a straight line and proceed without distraction. Otherwise, they would certainly be misled.

This strange journey lasted a full thirty minutes. During this time, they did not encounter any traps or ghost attacks. It seemed that even the ghosts, who could pass through walls, dared not enter this area of illusion.

Along the way, besides the environmental changes designed to mislead the players, the "colonoscopy" scenes also appeared frequently, along with many twisted paintings that made one dizzy just by looking at them, which were found everywhere on the walls. One could say that the further they walked, the more terrifying it became. If someone were to explore this script alone, with their eyes open, it would be possible to complete it, but they would need extremely strong psychological resilience.

The prolonged silence had greatly dampened the morale of the group, but fortunately, it was finally over.

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

Actually, such a distance, if it were a normal corridor, could be walked in about fifteen minutes. But now, even after half an hour, Feng Bu Jue was already exhausted. His physical condition was still okay, but he was mentally fatigued. He was not blind and had not received professional training, so walking with his eyes closed for such a long time was extremely difficult. If any of you are interested, you can try it: close your eyes, do not open them, and walk through every room in your familiar home. You will understand the difficulty. Yes... be careful.

"It seems we've arrived." Long Ao Min, who was walking second, said.

Feng Bu Jue opened his eyes and adjusted to the not-too-bright light. He then saw the "end," a door that seemed to be made of human flesh and blood.

On that "flesh door," some blood vessel-like veins formed a poem from the Ghost Palace:

【Pearls shimmer, gems sparkle,

Reflecting the gate of the immortal palace.

Clothes flutter, faces glow,

Fairies come in droves.

Echoes linger,

Melodies fill the air,

Their mission is to sing;

Praising their wise king.】

【Side Quest Progress Update]

【Find all six segments of the "Ghost Palace," current progress 5/6】

"This is the fourth segment, so... only the sixth segment remains." Feng Bu Jue said, touching the bone-made doorknob nonchalantly.

"Brother Mad, let me take the lead here." Long Ao Min suggested.

"No problem." Feng Bu Jue had already put away the baseball bat and wasn't even wearing the [Eye of Enmity] this time.

Earlier in the restaurant, when Rodrick activated the chandelier, he was hiding in the dark, and the Eye of Enmity couldn't capture him. Later, when he controlled the chair, Feng Bu Jue observed that Rodrick's target was the wooden chair itself. It was clear that for such a monster that used indirect attacks, the Eye of Enmity was useless.

Pushing the door open, they saw a medium-sized room with no windows or lights, only walls made of flesh and a floor made of bones. The ceiling was covered with black hair, which was woven together in a specific way to form a domed roof.

Besides this door, the room had no other exits.

In the middle of the room, hanging from a large bone beam, were two bodies, one male and one female, both bound by something like intestines and suspended in the air.

The man was dressed in a black classical suit, and the woman in white. The two bodies showed no signs of decay, with pale skin, closed eyes, and a hard-to-describe "death aura" emanating from them.