[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Outside the door was a larger room with solid walls all around. Even with dozens of lamps burning, the room could not be illuminated a bit brighter.

There were at least 100 to 200 people inside, talking to each other. Maybe everyone's voice was not loud, but with a hundred or so people talking at the same time, the room was almost like a bombed camp, with a lot of noise.

Lu Xiaofeng walked forward with extreme caution. He was even prepared that these people would turn into evil spirits the next moment. As soon as he took a step, the door behind him closed and disappeared, turning into an equally solid wall.

Hearing the noise, three or five people near the door looked over at him. Most of them were used to it and continued talking about their own things. Some of them kept poking each other and muttering:
"Look, look, here comes another one!"

"Is this the last one? There are so many people here."

"Not necessarily. Didn't you just hear what this damn game said? When enough people come, it will start the... formal challenge? In my opinion, there may be a few more people coming in soon."

Although Lu Xiaofeng had no food in his stomach, he was full of doubts. He walked towards the people who were talking. The room was very dark and he could only see the faces of the people within three steps. Lu Xiaofeng bowed to them and said, "What are your names?"

The first one was a young man, who was quite handsome, with a pair of clear eyes that made people like him at first sight. He also bowed and smiled, "Okay, I'm Wang Xiaoshi, these two are friends I just met." He pointed to a tall and rough-looking young man on the left: "His name is..."

Before he could finish, the young man rushed to say, "My name is Guo Dalu, his name is Xiaoshi, and my name is Dalu. Don't you think this is a coincidence?" He laughed for a while, then patted the sloppy one-eyed middle-aged man next to him and said, "This is Xuanyuan Sanguang. I'm telling you, if he asks you to bet something later, you must not agree. Damn it, I only have one pair of decent pants left, and I lost it all to him."

The one-eyed middle-aged man smiled and twirled his beard without saying a word.

Wang Xiaoshi asked, "What about you? What's your name?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I am Lu Xiaofeng."

Wang Xiaoshi cupped his hands again and was about to speak when he heard Xuanyuan Sanguang sneer and said sarcastically, "Are you going to say you've heard of him for a long time again? You haven't heard of this guy's name, right? I guessed it a long time ago."

Lu Xiaofeng and Wang Xiaoshi looked at him at the same time. Guo Dalu was impatient and couldn't help asking, "What did you guess?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang's single eye flickered dimly, and he lowered his voice a little: "I came earlier than all of you, and I don't know how many times I have heard these greetings. Did you see the kid in white clothes with eyes up to the sky? I felt a chill in my heart even when I was three steps away from him. Such a person will definitely make a name for himself no matter where he is, but..." Xuanyuan Sanguang's voice was even lower: "But when he said his name, an old man like me had never heard of it before!"

"And then there are those three people over there. They all said they were from Huashan Sect and they were brothers from the same sect. But when they talked about the founder of the sect, they all had their own teachers. No one said they had heard of the names they mentioned. Then they mentioned a few famous heroes they knew, but they all said they had never heard of them. Isn't it strange?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked in the direction he pointed. It was obvious that the three men had fought not long ago, and now they were gathered together and chatting as if they were quarreling.

Xuanyuan Sanguang shook his skinny finger, then looked at Lu Xiaofeng's finger and said, "Speaking of you, I see that you are quite skilled in martial arts, so you must have made a name for yourself in the martial arts world, right? Lu Xiaofeng, ha, you all have names that seem like a joke, but if you can't be famous with your abilities, I would rather dig out my remaining eyeball! But, I have never heard of people like you in the martial arts world! Have you never heard of my reputation as a gambler?"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind. Wang Xiaoshi said, "You mean..." Guo Dalu rushed to ask, "You suspect that we are from different places?"

Wang Xiaoshi, who had read more books, perfected this statement: "The three thousand worlds are all different, and we are not in the same world."

Guo Dalu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

This is of course a ridiculous statement, but no matter how ridiculous it is, it is not more ridiculous than reality! At least half of the people here have seen real ghosts!

Lu Xiaofeng asked: "But where is this place? How did we end up here?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang rolled his eyes at him and said, "What do you think these people are talking about?"

——"Who knows!" The half-grown child in red clothes yelled in a hoarse voice: "That palm was about to hit my chest, who knew, hey, in the blink of an eye, I was already in a dry well, the well wall was slippery, damn, there was also a female ghost who wanted to sleep with me!"

——"Ah, are you in the well? Why am I so unlucky that I ended up in the woods, with four tigers and eight pythons chasing me." The girl in white was trembling all over when she said this: "The trial field alone is already so dangerous, and later... later will it be..."

——"It's still unclear what's going on, don't overthink it... Hey, look, here comes another unlucky guy!"

A familiar white light shone out, the door opened, and a young man in apricot clothes walked in. Like everyone else, his face was full of confusion. Lu Xiaofeng jumped up as soon as he saw the newcomer, as if he had been punched hard on the face. He exclaimed in surprise, "Hua Man Lou!"

He pushed through the crowd and rushed over, grabbing the hand of the young man in the apricot shirt: "Why are you here too?"

Hua Manlou was startled by what he had said: "Lu Xiaofeng?"

He was more surprised and out of control than Lu Xiaofeng. His unfocused eyes were filled with horror. "It's said everywhere in the martial arts world that you're dead. I rushed to find you, but I didn't expect you to be here!" He paused again, and said as if to mock himself or to joke, "Could it be that I'm dead too?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and laughed dryly: "You were with me not long ago, how can you say such a thing? Besides, even if I choke to death from drinking, I will never let myself die at the hands of someone like Gong Jiu."

"Gong Jiu?" Hua Manlou's hands turned cold after hearing this. He stumbled and said, "When you came... were you confronting Gong Jiu?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked: "What else?"

Hua Manlou said in a very ethereal voice: "But Gong Jiu was killed by you three years ago."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened immediately: "You...what did you say? He...he was killed by me?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang listened and laughed: "You two should get along well, maybe your friend is from another world?" So Hua Manlou began to tell the story from the beginning, briefly recounting how Lu Xiaofeng killed Gong Jiu, and then talked about a friend of his named Liu Ruguang who was killed in Huangshi Town. He traveled thousands of miles to Huangshi Town to investigate the matter, but not long after, the rumor spread in the world that he also died there.

Hua Manlou certainly didn't believe that Lu Xiaofeng would die in a place like Huangshi Town, but on the way to Huangshi Town, he was inexplicably locked in a room and had a hard time getting out.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, and so were Wang Xiaoshi and the other three. The amount of information was too much, and they took a long time to react. After they reacted, it was not too difficult to accept it. After all, they had even seen ghosts, so a meeting across time and space was not particularly strange.

After listening to Hua Manlou's description, Lu Xiaofeng guessed that the so-called trial field encountered by his good friend should be similar to his own. However, Hua Manlou is blind, so how did he find the clues?

"How do you know the direction of the door?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Hua Manlou asked doubtfully: "What door?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Of course you can't see the clues on the wall. Could it be that the female ghost told you in person?" The latter part of his words was teasing.

Hua Manlou was even more confused: "Ghost girl? I didn't meet any ghost girl. As soon as I entered the house, a voice claiming to be from the game told me that Zhang Lang came to propose marriage, but my father scolded him away, then he fell ill, and my sister disappeared."

...I have to say, this game is quite considerate.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Then what?"

Hua Manlou said: "That voice kept saying this sentence over and over again. I guess he wanted me to make up the whole story, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "And then?"

Hua Manlou said: "Then I found a pen and ink and wrote the complete story on the wall."

This time Lu Xiaofeng didn't need to ask, Wang Xiaoshi, Guo Dalu, and Xuanyuan Sanguang all asked at the same time: "And then?"

Hua Manlou couldn't help rubbing his fingers together: "Then that voice congratulated me on passing the trial field, and I am here."

It’s a pity that Hua Manlou has been blind since childhood and can’t see the stupid looks of the four people in front of him.

How to say it? Not seeing has its advantages. Imagine a night of thunder and lightning, dim candlelight, swaying red curtains, and a gentle and elegant gentleman writing a story on a wall covered with moss and ghost faces!

This is already very weird!

Guo Dalu was the first to slap himself: "If I had known it was so easy, why would I have spent four full hours to tear down the wall! I even broke my sword!" Although the levels he encountered were not exactly the same, they were not much different. Why didn't he think of writing a story on the wall!

Lu Xiaofeng's face was changing between blue and red and blue and white. He originally thought that his way of passing the level was very clever, but now with this comparison, he seemed as stupid as a donkey.

They were free anyway, so they chatted with each other for a while and then started wandering around the place, asking everyone they caught: "How did you pass the level?"
This was quite surprising, as about twenty people's trial fields were the same as Lu Xiaofeng's, but their methods of passing the test were all different and no two were the same.

Some dug holes, some drilled through the roof, and some sprinkled boy's urine on the red tent to ward off evil spirits. What made Lu Xiaofeng angry the most was a brother who had a bigger heart than him. This brother slept through the whole process. There were strong winds and lightning, ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the game alarm, but he didn't wake up. It can be said that no matter how strong the wind is, I will remain unmoved. When I woke up, the game still congratulated him for completing the game. As a result, he still doesn't understand what happened.

While wandering around, Lu Xiaofeng successfully found another friend.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

He looked at the white-robed swordsman standing alone by the wall with surprise, and rushed over: "I knew you would be indispensable in this kind of excitement!"

Yes, after listening to so many people’s experiences of passing the level, Lu Xiaofeng has already called this weird and terrifying thing exciting.

He enthusiastically talked about his own affairs, and then couldn't help asking: "What is your trial field?"

Ximen Chuixue held the sword and said calmly, "Same as you."

"Oh?"

"But I didn't decrypt it, and I didn't sleep," he said.

"I opened the door the first time those so-called ghosts knocked."

Several people gasped at the same time and asked at the same time: "And then?"

In the darkness, Ximen Chuixue seemed to smile: "I killed them and then walked out."

(End of this chapter)