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"The second room is... a room where you can't leave unless you can guess how many years the other person's age will randomly increase or decrease?"

"Sounds like a 'welfare room' where you see someone who looks like a mature adult or a toddler?"

Each person said a sentence, and then they all fell silent.

The two of them hadn't changed at all; there wasn't a single wrinkle or baby fat.

This time, the room was completely empty, consisting only of people and walls, so there were clearly no misleading options.

"I understand that I was passive and unable to control myself, but Xiao Jiu, what about you...?"

Ji Mo's suspicious gaze swept over Jiu Chonglou repeatedly; if her gaze had a burning power, she would probably already be burned.

"Primal power suppression, an age that's been artificially increased by several years without any change, and skills that constantly protect against influence—which one do you intend to use as an excuse?"

"Why can't it be that I only grew one year older?"

Ji Mo glanced at the door. "It's not open. It's fake."

"Hehe," Jiu Chonglou made a classic head-tapping wink emoji, "You caught me secretly using the immunity skill, I'll turn it off right now."

Ji Mo gave her a deep look: "You'd better do that..."

His words came to an abrupt halt as he stared blankly at the girl in front of him, who was only slightly shorter than him, growing smaller and smaller, like a snow woman meeting summer, transforming from an adult woman into a little girl, her originally hurtful words turning into babbling sounds.

Ji Mo looked at Jiu Chonglou, who was not even as tall as her knees, and felt that the makeup was a bit too childish.

Only Jiu Chonglou shrank in size, but she was still wearing the same clothes. She looked like a girl who had stolen her mother's clothes. She tried to raise her arms, but could only support the back half of the sleeves. Her childishness still shone through.

But those cunning eyes clearly told Ji Mo that Jiu Chonglou's memories and way of thinking had not regressed to the corresponding age.

"Hey old man, what are you looking at?"

The child's innocent voice was tinged with a familiar teasing.

"We just talked about this in the last room, and now this room's back to its old ways?" Ji Mo said, lifting her up, but his movements were much gentler as he examined her from head to toe. "Reduced by 17? 16? 15?"

"Minor fish, minor fish, minor fish who guessed wrong~"

The door wasn't even opened, yet people were still being scolded.

Jiu Chonglou's obsidian-like eyes rolled around, and he raised his sleeve, pointing at Ji Mo, "It's my turn to guess. Hmm... although you haven't changed, I guess you've lost 18 years."

As if to confirm what she had said, the door suddenly opened with a bang.

The moment the door opened, the rules binding Jiu Chonglou lost their support, and his fragile clothes, unable to withstand the pressure of an adult's weight, ripped with a sizzle—

Ji Mo only saw him fall like a tiger, followed by an enraged flying kick that completely obscured his vision.

He obediently took the blow; it was so light it was like flirting, specifically designed to satisfy a foot fetishist.

"Why am I the only one affected? That's unfair, and it's no fun!"

Covering her vision with her foot for just two seconds was enough for Jiu Chonglou to instantly conjure up clothes. She grumbled and complained about the room, deeply regretting giving the answer first.

Simply berating the room for being useless wasn't enough to vent his anger. Jiu Chonglou suddenly turned around, glared fiercely at Ji Mo, and warned, "You'd better close the door tightly when you take a shower!"

Ji Mo: "?"

Where did this female hooligan come from? It's one thing to stay at his house, but to try and act like a hooligan in his house?

Perhaps because too many elements were banned in the questionnaire, the requirements for the next room were quite standard, mostly consisting of truth-or-dare answers to specified questions, with the only specified action being a hug.

After fulfilling the conditions of the last room, Jiu Chonglou strode out first, and the familiar corridor returned to his sight.

"Did we ban too many elements? The completion conditions weren't very difficult, and the truth or dare questions weren't very tricky either. It feels like we made a mistake." She turned around and saw that the room behind the half-open door was still empty. She pondered, "For the first room, it really is more fun if we both lose our memories, or at least the memory that we came here to have fun."

"Once you actually hook up, you'll start showing your true colors as someone who loves dragons but is terrified of them." Ji Mo knows Jiu Chonglou all too well.

He wouldn't dare to actually take action, but he would definitely put on a show of heroism.

As they talked, they went downstairs and encountered several people who went to their rooms in groups, but their attitudes changed after they came out.

Some were dressed in disarray, avoiding eye contact with each other, while others stumbled during the truth-or-dare question and accidentally revealed something they shouldn't have, leading to a loud argument in the corridor.

Many rooms contain hidden rules that encourage guests to fulfill certain conditions, such as "life forms in this room may suffer from temporary mild claustrophobia," making people unwilling to stay there.

Only in this way can the room's card-flipping rate be guaranteed.

However, these rules are of a lower level and can only affect ordinary people and low-level superhumans. The fact that the two of them came out so quickly is purely because they banned all the shameful and bloody things. The level of confusion is not even one-tenth of what it is like to play Truth or Dare offline in a real group.

Ji Mo noticed that as long as the tourists didn't start a fight, the patrolling TV cameras would simply ignore them and let them argue.

If a fight breaks out, the TV will forcibly separate the people in the same group, and then...

Take advantage of the situation.

"How could he do this to me? I can't even go home because of him. What am I going to do now? Waaaaah..."

"Don't cry, don't cry. You'll make my pretty face all messed up. Hey, your hair accessory is so pretty, where did you buy it?"

"This? I made it myself..."

"Could you teach me? My child has always wanted to learn crafts, but unfortunately, he's clumsy. If you don't mind, you can come to my house to teach him. I can pay him. By the way, my house is quite big."

Ji Mo watched as the woman got caught up in the situation, vaguely replying with "hmm," exchanging contact information with the person in front of the TV, and then wondering why the other person had said they would see her on TV in a few days.

"Wow, karma's gotten tangled up." Jiu Chonglou clicked his tongue twice.

If the supernatural is a confined realm for powerful beings, then ghost stories are powerful beings with cause and effect, no longer limited to any particular region.

Before the corresponding result is obtained, the ghost stories can always sense each other's movements.

Correspondingly, the number of objects involved in the causal entanglement of ghost stories is limited, and they cannot be transferred to the next person before the causal relationship is completed.

The only good news for that confused woman is that the other party is a ghost story, and the worst outcome is that she will be forced to be a sugar daddy.

However, this has nothing to do with the two of them.

Humans who come to ██ Amusement Park generally understand the underlying logic of ghost stories. Under such circumstances, daring to accept an invitation to a ghost story is asking for trouble, no matter what happens.

If you really try to stop the other person from being taken away by the ghost story, you might encounter someone who says no but whose actions speak louder than words, and then blames the two of you after failing to be taken away.

There are quite a few people like this, after all, no one likes to admit that they actively chose to be kept.