Chapter 43 The Mountain Pool and the Haunted Mansion 10

Chapter 43 The Mountain Pool and the Haunted Mansion 10

"Brother Feng... aren't you too calm?" Even Long Aomin felt rather unsettled seeing this. However, Xiao Tan was comparatively calmer this time because he was used to dealing with human organs. Laughing Soul did not make much of a reaction. Her brows tightened, thinking how disgusting it was, while Passing Rain's unaffectedness could rival that of Feng Bujue.

"If we assume that Brother Invincible ran into something similar on the second floor earlier," Feng Bujue said, "given that he was alone, walking through the seemingly identical corridors and the reflections in the mirror suggesting that he was trapped inside his own intestine... how would he react?"

"Run." Passing Rain's answers were always so succinct.

"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded. "So, we cannot do the same. We have to slow down."

"He died from running around in panic?" Long Aomin thought about it and said, "Then... does this mean the corridors are trapped? Like hard to discern metal lines hanging in midair?"

"But we've been walking through the corridors," Xiao Tan argued. "Why didn't we run into any traps?"

"Have the mirrors always been around?" Feng Bujue interrupted. "The scene around us could change at any moment, so they are meaningless."

He used his fingers to knock on the wall by his side.

"The wall might look to be a wall, but it could be a door, a window, or even emptiness." He retrieved the baseball bat from his backpack. "From now on, we cannot rely on things that we 'see'."

Feng Bujue walked to stand before Long Aomin.

"I will lead us forward while closing my eyes." He treated the baseball bat as a walking stick. "You don't need to close your eyes, just follow behind me. Even if I look like I am running into a wall, or stepping on air, there's no need to call me out on it. Just make sure to follow behind me.

"I will try my best to focus and move as fast as I can, so I'll leave the part for memorizing the route to the rest of you. You don't need to memorize the whole journey, just remember the turns that we take. If I take the same turn three consecutive times, then please say something to stop me."

"By the way... Brother Jue, what is it that you do in real life?" Laughing Soul could not help but ask the same question that Long Aomin had asked before.

"A great scribe," Feng Bujue answered shamelessly.

Passing Rain's expression shifted slightly, and she asked, "So, a novelist?"

"We've arrived, it seems," Long Aomin, who was second from the front, announced.

Feng Bujue opened his eyes and took some time to get used to the small light. Then, he saw the 'end', a door that seemed to be constructed out of flesh and blood. On the 'flesh door', there were intertwining blood vessels, stitching out a stanza for The Haunted Palace.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing

Was the fair palace door,

Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing

And sparkling evermore,

A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty

Was but to sing,

In voices of surpassing beauty,

The wit and wisdom of their king.

"This is the fourth stanza. This means... we're only missing the sixth stanza," Feng Bujue said as he went to grab the handle that was made from bone.

"Brother Feng, I think I should go first," Long Aomin suggested.

"It's fine." Feng Bujue had already put the bat away, and he did not even wear the Eyes of Hostility.

Earlier in the dining room, when Roderick controlled the chandelier, the eye had been unable to sense him because he was hiding in the dark. Later, when he controlled the chair, Feng Bujue had sensed through the eye that Roderick's target was the wooden chair. So, for an enemy that relied on indirect attacks, the eye was useless.

The door opened to reveal a medium-sized room. The room had no windows and no lamps, only walls that were made from flesh and a bone-constructed floor. The ceiling dangled with human hair, and the hair was weaved together with a strange method to form the roof.

Other than the door, there was no exit.

Hanging from a bone-beam in the middle of the room were two dead bodies. One male and one female. They were bound by something that looked like intestines.

The man was wearing a classic western suit, and the woman was in a white dress. Neither body showed signs of decay, although their skin was whiter than a living human should be. Their eyes were closed, and death radiated from them.