I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 25, December 5: The Secret Mansion and Miss Lily's Toy House

"One of them broke." The soft, sweet voice carried a simple sigh, yet it sent a chill down Fei's spine.

Although he didn't see what was happening in the corridor, he could roughly tell from the conversation he heard and the shouts he had just heard that his companion, with whom he had spent less than a day, was completely dead.

If this person hadn't let him go, he might not have died so quickly. But you can only save someone temporarily; who can guarantee what will happen next?

He was nothing more than a puppet now, sitting on the cold table, unable to feel any warmth at all. The gentle sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glow on the velvety carpet, creating an atmosphere of perfect tranquility, yet Fei was utterly unable to calm down.

The doll's body couldn't feel its heart beating. Fei felt as if he were already dead, merely observing the world in another way.

The maid's voice could be faintly heard from outside the door, as if she were pleading for something.

"When Madam passed away eight years ago, Miss was only five months old. If it weren't for the butler taking care of her, she would probably be dead too. Miss is actually very lonely and has never even left the mansion once. If possible, could you please treat Miss more gently? The butler died yesterday, and Miss has no family left."

Fei shifted his doll's body, but paused slightly after hearing the conversation outside the door. He seemed to recall his past, and his expression turned very ugly.

Mu Yegui's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of childishness, but it lacked any emotion. "Even so, she hasn't grown at all. My apologies."

These words seemed to be implying something, and Fei's body stiffened, feeling a strange sense of shame.

Upon seeing this person return to the room, Fei's expression suddenly changed, and he angrily roared at the air, "Damn it! What right do you have to stop me!"

The next second, his expression returned to its original calm, and he answered himself, "Don't bully children."

"I've already put up with her enough. What if you suddenly got soup splashed all over your face!"

“I would throw it in her face in the same way. She has to bear the consequences of her own actions. The best way is to let her experience it herself, rather than venting her anger on others.”

Mu Yin was suddenly convinced by Mu Yegui, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he just couldn't swallow his anger.

Fei watched as this person changed faces and talked to themselves, and suddenly realized that this person seemed to have a dual personality, but it was different from ordinary dual personality. Ordinary dual personality would not be able to talk to themselves; in fact, some kind of 'switch' would be triggered to switch personalities, and the two personalities might not even know each other.

However, the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension. It was as if a person had been split into two and forcibly stuffed into one body, each vying for control of the body. One day, one side would either devour or merge with the other.

"Whatever you want, but... be careful of Ifa..." Mu Yin was a little tired, so he lay down on the bed and looked at the magnificent chandelier, his voice deep.

"I'm really surprised that Xiaoyin could sense the danger to Yifa." She said this, but there was no surprise in her tone.

"Don't treat me like I'm mentally challenged!" Mu Yin suddenly sat up and said angrily.

"Isn't it true that Xiao Yin couldn't find the clearly colored envelope even half a meter away after searching for twenty-five minutes?"

This rhetorical question left Mu Yin speechless; it was practically his dark history. Who would notice what was in front of them?

"Xiao Yin, the death toll cannot exceed 10."

“One of them just died, it’s your fault.” “I don’t want to make a mess of the room.” He’s ugly.

Knowing Mu Yegui's personality well, Mu Yin knew the hidden meaning the moment she said those words. He thought, "Isn't it just that his obsession with looks is acting up again? Don't try to fool him with your germaphobia."

"Tch, an excuse. Goodnight~"

"Goodnight, Xiaoyin." Mu Yegui sat cross-legged on the bed, tugging at the shoulder strap that had slipped down to her arm, seemingly deep in thought.

Fei watched as Mu Yegui remained motionless in that position, wondering if she got tired of maintaining that posture for so long. Later, after Mu Yegui was called out by the young steward, he was left alone in the room and completely relaxed.

Fei had considered going to find someone, but in his current doll-like form, it was impossible. He could only wait for the night's free time to arrive.

The heavy chimes echoed throughout the mansion, slowly striking twelve times to announce the arrival of the next day.

He leaped off the table and onto the soft carpet. Because the carpet's pile was so long, it felt as if his body was immersed in a sea of ​​pile. He could only half-run and half-swim to the dressing table and looked up at the mirror.

He took a deep breath, jumped up, grabbed the drawer handle with both hands, and pulled himself up in a pull-up position, finally stepping on the handle. He continued his assault on the drawer handle above.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why he can only return to his original appearance by finding a mirror.

Climbing from the ground to the dressing table was not easy. Even Fei, who was in excellent physical condition, took a long time to climb up and arrived in front of the mirror, panting heavily.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he inexplicably recalled a terrifying rumor.

If you look in the mirror at midnight, you'll switch places with what's in the mirror, and you'll no longer be yourself.

Fei chuckled, realizing that he was probably overthinking things; this instance wasn't that strange.

Ten seconds later, Fei returned to his original form as he wished. He sat in front of the dressing table and looked down at his trembling hands. The pain accumulated during the climb came back the moment he returned to normal, so he was unable to move for a while.

His dark, tousled hair concealed his pale face. Feeling that he was almost used to the pain, he leaped off the dressing table and landed on the ground. However, because he hadn't walked with his real body for a long time, he stumbled and fell to the ground the moment he landed, his hands bracing against the ground, his thin lips completely bloodless.

The cold moonlight shone through the window, casting a soft glow on Fei and concealing his disheveled state.

With his hands clenched into fists, Fei slammed his fists into the ground in frustration, as if venting his helplessness. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and regained his usual calm and composure. He slowly got up and walked towards the door.

Anyway, since we're already out here, let's look for clues to leave. Based on the information that the person who survived yesterday was able to do so, we know that as long as we avoid the NPCs' eyes and ears, we can survive even in our original bodies, without needing to go back to the toy house to turn back into a doll.

But what happens if you don't return to the toy house within the allotted time?

Fei suddenly became curious about the terrible thing mentioned in the rules.

(End of this chapter)