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"From my current position, I can see all the puppets, but if I move even slightly, at least three puppets will be blocked by the other puppets and disappear from my sight."

"The protective magic item only has 19% of its spiritual power remaining, which can only withstand one more attack at most, and the number of puppets cannot be too large."

"Therefore, I must not move until I come up with a solution."

Thoughts flashed through Ming Shu's mind. She was covered in sweat, but her bright and clear eyes remained unusually calm.

She was not consumed by despair and terror; instead, she transformed them into fuel for rationality.

When faced with danger, most people's brains are dominated by fear, their thoughts become chaotic, and their actions become disordered. They either enter a state of stress rigidity or blindly run away regardless of everything.

Only a very few people can remain focused, calm, and courageous in the face of fear, and even enter a rare overclocking mode where their thinking speed breaks through limits, their minds become clear, and they can think about problems from a more comprehensive perspective.

This is a unique talent.

At this moment, this hidden potential is gradually awakening.

"Should we chop them up? That way we'll have more room to see them."

"Although this will increase the number of monsters, you can just fix them in place by using the corpse's eyes to prevent them from moving."

"wrong……"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Ming Shu, and he raised an eyebrow slightly: "These puppets are just ordinary wooden figures when they are being watched. I don't need to chop them up; I just need to keep them away."

She activated the Myriad Manifestations Revolving Wheel, and one side of the octagonal crystal was shining with white light, dispelling the darkness in the room. At this moment, the cyan side lit up.

call!

A powerful blast of air suddenly exploded out, the wind howling, as if a super typhoon had made landfall in the room.

Her flowing robes fluttered in the wind, and her long hair was torn and flung wildly by the air currents.

The puppets surrounding her were instantly thrown away by the blast wave, crashing against the wall with a series of thuds before falling heavily to the ground.

The view and space suddenly opened up.

"You need to broaden your thinking..." Ming Shu exhaled.

She kept her gaze fixed on the mannequin's body, which had been torn apart, turned it around, and straightened its head so that its unseeing eyes were facing the mannequin lying haphazardly on the floor of the room.

Then he slowly backed away, came to the wall of the room, and blinked quickly.

Nothing happened.

All the puppet models lay motionless on the ground.

Ming Shu breathed a sigh of relief; these strange occurrences were temporarily resolved.

However, she still needed to do some things to ensure that the puppets wouldn't suddenly resurrect and chase after her after she left.

With a thought, the gilded side of the octahedral crystal at the core of the Myriad Manifestations Wheel lit up.

Three slender silver rings detached from the core and flew out, silently disappearing into the wall behind them, cutting a rectangle in the wall.

Dust fell in a flurry, and Ming Shu stretched out her slender palm and slapped it heavily backward.

boom!

The section of wall that had been cut off fell outwards with a crash, landing on the floor of the corridor.

A square door appeared behind Ming Shu, and the lights from the corridor flooded in.

The light emitted from the octahedral crystal gradually dimmed as the light in the corridor tested whether it could illuminate the entire room.

"Almost, but not safe enough."

A moment later, she sent the silver ring flying to a nearby spot and, in the same manner, made a hole in the wall next door.

The light shining through the two holes overlapped and was enough to illuminate the entire room.

The light on the Myriad Manifestations Wheel went out completely.

The puppet models, stared at by the unseeing eyes of the corpses, were nailed to the spot, unable to move.

"I will go and offer incense for you during festivals and holidays."

Ming Shu took a deep look at the corpse on the ground, who could be considered his savior.

She then turned and rushed into the corridor, running like the wind.

After violently breaking down the doors and passing through four or five rooms, Ming Shu vaguely heard the sounds of fighting coming from afar.

"Are there still people alive?"

A thought flashed through her mind: Was it Zhou Ran and the bottle? Or were they other tourists trapped in the haunted house?

Or perhaps, it's eerie?

After pondering for a moment, Ming Shu decided to ignore it and turned to leave.

The sooner she leaves the haunted house, the sooner she can send out a distress signal to call for help. Every second faster she leaves increases the survival rate of the survivors inside the haunted house.

Yet she couldn't help but fantasize: what if it was Song Ci? What if she hadn't been there, leading to Song Ci's tragic death at the hands of the supernatural?

She was filled with inner conflict.

At this moment, Ming Shu remembered a post on a strange forum by a senior expert on strange phenomena.

"To survive bizarre events, you must possess the following qualities: calmness, focus, decisiveness, resourcefulness, luck... and most importantly, ruthlessness."

"In bizarre events, you often encounter difficult choices, the so-called trolley problem. One person is tied to one track, and five people are tied to another track. Do you choose to save the one person or the five people? In a moral lesson for ordinary people, you can argue endlessly. But in bizarre events, in those few seconds of hesitation, the supernatural will make the choice for you, usually with the worst outcome: you can't save any of them."

"I've seen too many people who, because they couldn't bear to abandon the few in front of them, ended up taking everyone down with them. So in bizarre events, cruelty is necessary. When it's time to sacrifice, you must make a decisive sacrifice, even if the person who has to die is your closest and dearest."

Ming Shu took a deep breath, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, and moved swiftly through the rooms without stopping.

Finally, with a loud crash as the iron gate collapsed, the eerie green emergency exit lights appeared in the corridor ahead.

Fire escape!

Ming Shu rushed in without hesitation, but stopped abruptly the next second.

In the fire escape, four blood-soaked mannequins stood silently!

"How come there are some here too!"

Ming Shu's pupils suddenly contracted.

She looked closely and saw that the four wooden puppets were facing away from her, motionless, and in a forward-facing posture, as if they were walking towards the fire escape exit.

A thought flashed through Ming Shu's mind: "Were they attracted by the living people outside the haunted house? Is that why they're walking out of the fire escape?"

Then her heart sank: "I'm probably the one attracting them now."

But now, no corpse can offer her any help.

Ming Shu thought of several other ways to escape, but they would all waste a lot of time. Time was the most precious thing right now. Every second that was delayed would lower Zhou Ran and Song Ci's chances of survival.

"Zhou Ran and the bottle's fate is unknown, and I'm only one step away from the exit..."

Ming Shu fell silent.

A few seconds later, it seemed as if he had made up his mind.

Her gaze hardened.

The so-called spirit of cruelty.

It's not just about being cruel to others, but also about being cruel to yourself.

Ming Shu raised his left hand and stretched his left eyelid open.

Then she raised her right hand, and slowly extended her slender, fair index finger toward the corner of her right eye.

My fingertips touched something wet, and the sensation of a foreign object made my eyes involuntarily well up with tears, blurring my vision.

Ming Shu clenched his teeth and slowly inserted his fingers into the gap between his eyeball and eye socket.

Warm liquid flowed out, dripping onto her white collar, blooming into shocking dark red spots.

Her body began to rebel, every nerve screaming for her to stop.

But Ming Shu was full of determination.

He suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

Instantly, intense pain struck her brain like a lightning bolt. Her body bent over violently, convulsing and trembling, and she couldn't help but let out a painful, piercing scream.

Even so, her other eye remained fixed on the strange sight before her.

Accompanied by a damp, sticky, muffled sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The next second, Ming Shu held a blood-soaked eyeball in his hand, with a nerve still attached to its end.

Her right eye had become a bloody hole, with blood gushing out and flowing down her cheek, staining half of her pale face red.

The excruciating pain left his mind blank. Ming Shu trembled for a few seconds before pulling himself out of the flashback-like hallucinations. He then slowly took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and placed his eyeballs on it.

The fact that a dead person's eyes could control a puppet suggests that what truly matters isn't the "line of sight," but rather the act of "gazing." If that's the case, a single eyeball could presumably do the same, simply by "gazing" forward…

Ming Shu blinked his remaining left eye. In the passageway, the four wooden puppet models remained motionless.

She knew she had succeeded.

Without wasting any more time, she started running through the fire escape route.

After turning two corners in succession.

boom!

Pushing open the door, the scorching sunlight poured down like a waterfall, and Ming Shu staggered out of the haunted house.

The tourists waiting outside had no idea what had happened. When they saw that her right eye was missing and her face was covered in blood, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Ming Shu had no time to pay attention to them and immediately activated his magic weapon to send out a distress signal.

Twenty seconds later, an overwhelming divine sense swept over, instantly revealing everything that was happening inside the haunted house.

As a result, Qinghe City entered the highest level of alert!

……

Inside the haunted house.

Zhou Ran was carrying the unconscious Song Ci and running wildly.

After escaping the monitoring room, he used the "Eye of Truth" to see through the entire haunted house and pinpointed the locations of Song Ci and Ming Shu. The former was closest to him, while the latter was furthest away, separated by an entire haunted house.

Therefore, he could only look for Song porcelain first, and had no time to deal with Ming Shu.

However, Zhou Ran was not worried.

After the nameless man died, the Book of Fate hinted that he had solved a bloody incident, which was related to Ming Shu.

Because the "death curse" attribute still exists on Song porcelain.

Without the threat of death, it means that nothing in the haunted house can truly threaten Ming Shu. She may get injured or trapped, but she won't die.

that's enough.

As long as a distress signal is sent, everything will be over.

—With the death of the nameless man, the strange power that shielded the fluctuations of magic power has likely collapsed, and Song Ci has a protective magic treasure that can send out a distress signal.

That was Zhou Ran's original thought, but unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side.

He arrived too late. Song Ci was engaged in a fierce battle with the strange creature, nearly dying together with it. Due to the severity of her injuries, she fainted on the spot.

The protective magic item can only be activated by the bound user. Song Ci was unconscious at the moment, and Zhou Ran had no choice but to take her out for treatment as soon as possible.

Boom boom boom!!!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from above, and the ceiling in front of us collapsed amidst the roar.

A completely black immortal battle armor landed steadily amidst a waterfall of dust and gravel.

Immortal Armor!

Zhou Ran's spirits lifted. The counter-terrorism department had arrived, and the outside world already knew what had happened here!

This immortal battle armor seemed to be specifically designed for them. It quickly condensed a ball of warm, cyan true essence in its palm, and gently pushed it towards Song Ci, allowing the true essence to enter her body.

Zhou Ran turned his head and saw that Song Ci's face, which had been as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, had regained its color almost instantly, and her breathing and heartbeat had become steady.

You have successfully resolved the bloody incident.

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Seeing that Song Ci was no longer in danger, Zhou Ran finally felt relieved.

"Where are the demonic elements?" asked the anti-terrorism soldier inside the immortal armor.

"He has already died from a bizarre resurrection," Zhou Ran replied.

"Sure?"

"I'm absolutely certain, I saw it with my own eyes."

Where was he last seen?

"The monitoring room on the second floor, where he strangely revived, turned half of his body into a mirror, making him easy to recognize."

"There are no people or corpses in the haunted house that match this appearance," the counter-terrorism soldier said after scanning with his divine sense.

"What?" Zhou Ran was taken aback. The Nightmare wasn't in the haunted house?

"You can leave now."

The anti-terrorism soldier didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he punched a spot, the terrifying force penetrating through the air and violently carving out a path leading out of the haunted house.

……

"Zhou Ran! Bottle!"

Outside the haunted house, Ming Shu saw Zhou Ran and the Song Ci on his back, and hurriedly came to greet him.

Song Ci was in an extremely tragic state. Her right forearm was completely gone, and her entire body was covered in deep wounds that exposed the bone. Her clothes were completely stained red with blood.

She was barely breathing just now, and if she hadn't been given a timely nip of milk, she probably wouldn't be alive now.

Zhou Ran was startled to see that Ming Shu's right eye socket was empty: "Don't worry, she's not in any immediate danger. What happened to you?"

"When I encountered a group of eerie creatures that would only stop moving if they were being watched, I had to gouge out my own eyes to watch them in order to leave the haunted house and send out a distress signal."

Ming Shu's lips twitched slightly, as if he was trying to force a bitter smile, but the blood on half of his face made him look ferocious and terrifying.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran gasped in shock. Had he gouged out his own eyes?

This is a bit too aggressive for a female high school student.

He thought Song Ci was already a mature and sophisticated woman, but he didn't expect Ming Shu to be even more so. The description of "soft on the outside but strong on the inside" was really accurate.

"Put the injured person down."

A sound interrupted his thoughts; medical staff were pushing a stretcher over.

Zhou Ran bent down and carefully placed the Song porcelain on the stretcher.

"You can all get in the car and go to the hospital together," the medical staff said.

"You go ahead, I'll stay here and talk to Captain Wei about the situation," Zhou Ran said to Ming Shu, turning his gaze to the side and seeing Wei Si's figure in the distance.

"You have to come up too. Your internal injuries are very serious. You can explain the situation in the car."

The medical staff possessed special pupil techniques that allowed them to see through Zhou Ran's internal organs, which were bleeding from almost every single one.

"Okay." Zhou Ran didn't refuse again and got into the car with Ming Shu.

Inside the ambulance.

Zhou Ran used the communication device to succinctly explain the anonymous man's plan and some important matters to the on-site commander.

Upon learning that many tourists possessed by the supernatural had already blended into the vast crowd, the other end of the communication fell into a deathly silence.

The commander is probably going to go completely insane.

Zhou Ran shook his head, ended the call, and looked around through the car window: "Why is there only this one ambulance?"

"Besides the three of you, there are no other survivors in the haunted house."

The medical staff exclaimed sincerely, "It's truly remarkable that you survived."

Zhou Ran and Ming Shu fell silent.

After a long silence, Zhou Ran spoke softly, "This matter is likely to cause a huge uproar, isn't it?"

"It's not just big, it'll be on the front page for the next month or two," the medical staff said.

Today is the day of the Tianhuan Federation's college entrance examination, but Qinghe City has been hit by a terrorist attack, with the number of dead and injured reaching three digits. In addition, countless strange creatures have infiltrated the city...

Individually, each of these incidents would be considered a major safety accident; when combined, they constitute a disaster within a disaster.

It will likely take less than two hours for the news to sweep across the entire internet, and the whole world will be shaken.