These two were able to stand out from over a dozen amusement park attractions and survive until now—their own abilities and teamwork went without saying.
With hardly any ghosts interfering, their progress surged forward at breakneck speed.
From a god’s-eye view, it was clear they barely needed to make mistakes.
Relying on the powerful sense of direction granted by their Props, and a High-powered Flashlight that could directly reveal the gaps in the mirrors, they bulldozed their way through the Ghost House.
If not for the Mirror Wall’s indestructible setting, the Ghost House would probably already be in shambles.
However, the various obstacles set up inside the Ghost House still gave them a hard time.
The place was already a maze filled with dead ends and branching paths, and with all sorts of hindrances, no matter how fast they moved, it was impossible to speed through.
As a result, when the last bit of the doll’s energy was exhausted, the duo of [Heart of Durian] hadn’t reached the exit yet—they’d only made it three-quarters of the way.
At their previous pace, they’d still need at least another ten minutes to find the way out.
Yet these ten minutes were like an insurmountable chasm, because the white shadows around them began to gather once more.
Compared to before, the number of white shadows had increased.
Since there were only the two of them left in the Ghost House, during the time they were under the doll’s protection, all the white shadows had converged on them.
The density of these white shadows—really, Ghost Shadows—directly determined the amount of damage the players suffered.
There was no doubt: after twenty minutes of gathering, the damage was now maxed out.
“Ah!” The moment the Ghost Shadows began to spread, the two couldn’t help but let out a scream of agony.
[Heart of Durian] felt even worse than when Ziwei was stabbed by Rong Mama. Ziwei had only been physically tormented—she was being tormented mentally, and it was the kind that could kill you.
If she could see her own stats, she’d realize her San Value was plummeting like crazy.
Agony—boundless agony. It felt as if someone had taken out her brain and was stabbing it furiously with needles.
Not just her brain—every part of her body was being pierced by countless cold, silver needles, a never-ending pain.
No good—[Heart of Durian] couldn’t hold on anymore. She’d rather die than endure this torment.
And she wasn’t the only one thinking that. Beside her, [Cheng Yu (Modern)] subconsciously lifted his hand—the one that could fire a laser—ready to end his own suffering at any moment.
The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was sheer willpower and stubbornness.
But they couldn’t last much longer.
They didn’t even know how long they’d been walking, or how much farther the Ghost House stretched. A journey with no destination is the longest of all—especially one this painful.
“Ah!”
But before they could act, a valve opened, and damp mist rushed toward them.
Strangely, as the water droplets fell and the mist spread, the two suddenly felt their headaches ease up.
It wasn’t an illusion—the pain really did lessen. The density of Ghost Shadows around them also dropped. The corridor, once shrouded in white fog, was now just barely visible!
What happened?
“They can do that?” Su Shisan, watching the surveillance feed in the back room, widened her eyes in rare surprise.
She honestly hadn’t thought water could be used like this.
Jun Qian had snuck into a control room that, according to the setting, was useless. He poured all the Bottled Water into the humidifiers, and then used them to spray mist throughout the Ghost House.
The Ghost Shadows were actually the materialized form of San Value, which was why they could affect a player’s San Value.
And the Bottled Water sold at the Energy Station could restore San Value—so when it fell on the already unstable Ghost Shadows, it could wipe out most of them.
What an unexpected way to play! Su Shisan had to admit her admiration. Even as the Copy’s creator, she hadn’t thought of this. Yet Jun Qian had managed to come up with it.
But that was the fun of making a Copy—sometimes the players could find ways to clear it that even the creator never imagined. Even if it didn’t involve horror, it still put Su Shisan in a good mood.
If the players don’t struggle, what’s the point? Only when they struggle with all their might—and even surprise her—does the fear she harvests become the most delicious feast.
Though usually, in situations like this, there isn’t much fear—mostly anger. But as they say, the essence is in the concentration—even a little is enough to satisfy her.
Su Shisan even stopped Fu Mingxu from sending people to catch Jun Qian, telling him to just watch the show.
Of course, the main reason was that she’d seen Jun Qian’s combat power for herself—there was no way they could catch him, so why waste the effort?
With the mist dispersing the Ghost Shadows, the damage the players had to endure dropped significantly.
Their San Value would still be chipped away bit by bit, but the physical and mental pain was greatly reduced. As long as their will was strong, their actions wouldn’t really be affected.
The two players in the Ghost House were clearly people of strong will—otherwise, they wouldn’t have made it this far.
But the drop in San Value wasn’t affected by willpower, and the lowered Ghost Shadow density didn’t erase the damage they’d already taken.
Their pace slowed, their efficiency dropped, and soon they looked like they’d have to stop.
At that moment, Jun Qian suddenly strolled out from a corner.
He first found the camera and gave a stylish wink, then turned to the two wary players and said kindly, “I’m going to knock you out and take you out of here.”
The two exchanged glances—his words sounded both menacing and not, leaving them confused. [Heart of Durian] mustered her courage and asked, “Where are you taking us?”
“Out of the Ghost House. I’m here to help you.” With his employer watching, Jun Qian patiently explained. But from the way he kept approaching, it was clear that if they hesitated, he’d just default to the second option.
Knowing when to yield is wise. They didn’t have the strength to keep going anyway, so [Heart of Durian] made a quick decision: “Take us out, then.”
Jun Qian didn’t stand on ceremony. He quickly knocked them both out, tucked one under each arm, and nimbly carried them along the route to the exit.
At the same time, Su Shisan had her employees switch off the humidifiers, and the Ghost Shadows surged back in.
But unlike the two players, Jun Qian just furrowed his brow at the relentless, needle-like pain. His pace didn’t falter for a second as he dashed toward the exit.
That alone was enough to earn respect. His San Value was likely full, so in theory, he could hold out a long time.
But the pain from the Ghost Shadows didn’t lessen with more San Value—which was why [Heart of Durian] and the others couldn’t stand it as soon as they were surrounded.
To be able to endure that kind of pain and still move freely—his willpower was truly extraordinary.
With a map-savvy expert leading the way, the remaining quarter of the route was finished with ease. When they emerged outside, the two players were already unconscious.
The Ghost House was set up so that San Value would never drop to zero—the lowest it could go was 1.
After all, the Ghost House was so difficult that if San Value could really hit zero, no one would make it out alive.
But honestly, that restriction wasn’t very useful. Usually, once San Value got that low, death was inevitable—either the player would take their own life, or pass out and never wake up.
Someone like Jun Qian was a rare exception.
It’s worth mentioning that soon after, Fu Mingxu volunteered to go after Jun Qian.
As Park Director, he had the authority, and after Su Shisan agreed, he immediately dispatched the Clown and Red-Clothed Employees to hunt Jun Qian down.
Yet even with surveillance and backup, he just couldn’t catch Jun Qian with two people in tow. Not only that, but there was even a period where they lost sight of him completely.
“Ring ring ring!”
Suddenly, the phone in the Park Director’s office rang. Su Shisan, who was in the office, raised her eyebrows and answered: “Jun Qian?”
Sure enough, the familiar voice came from the other end: “Wow, we really are in sync. I hadn’t even spoken, and you already knew it was me.”
At a time like this, who else would be calling? Su Shisan skipped the small talk: “What do you want?”
“Want me to tell you where I am?” Jun Qian asked with a grin. “This should count as a loophole in your map, right?”
It did. If she hadn’t suddenly lost track of him, Su Shisan wouldn’t have realized there was an unmonitored spot on her map. She’d been sure every spot had a red light representing a surveillance view.
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