Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 38 Part 1

Chapter 38: Ghost House No. 71

“By the way, what did he mean earlier by ‘team wipe trigger’?”

Three minutes later, Xu Turan cautiously walked along the corridor towards the exit while turning her head to ask Yang Buqi.

“I know I’m easily influenced due to my tendencies. But Pu Han, isn’t he omniscient?”

Yang Buqi’s expression didn’t look good. He glanced at Pu Han walking behind them, pondered for a moment, and then said, “His mental state has actually never been very stable.”

Xu Turan: ?

“The higher the level of an ability user, the closer they are to madness. That’s why the organization’s control over high-level ability users is so strict. But Pu Han, he ascended on his own, and he used a very risky method. This makes his mind even more unstable than others at the same level. His physical condition is also poor,” Yang Buqi said in a low voice. “Moreover, he’s omniscient. He unconsciously absorbs and interprets a large amount of knowledge, making it easier for him to ‘see’ certain dangerous existences…”

And when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back.

If he encounters opponents of a lower level than him, it’s still fine, but it’s troublesome if he meets someone of the same level or even higher…

In fact, the institute hasn’t assigned Pu Han to frontline missions for a long time. He’s usually only responsible for remote assistance at the institute. So Yang Buqi was quite surprised to see him appear here earlier.

“Simply put, I’m a rather weak ‘Radiance’ level, and I can only get beat up when encountering others at the same level,” Pu Han’s voice came from behind, with a hint of amusement in his tone. “And this time we’ve encountered a ‘Chaos’ of the same level. It’s the type I’m least adept at dealing with…”

Pu Han chuckled twice: “If it successfully breaks me, I’ll transform into a monster of the same level… At that time, do you think you’ll still have a chance to escape?”

Xu Turan: …

So what exactly are you here for? To increase the game difficulty??

Xu Turan pondered inwardly, then asked, “Can’t you make yourself unable to see ‘it’? Like… like what you did to me?”

She didn’t actually know how this worked — five minutes ago, in the sunny room. After she cut off the black lines connected to the back of Yang Buqi’s neck, Pu Han came over saying “don’t look at it” while hovering his hand over her eyelids for about ten seconds. When he removed it, Xu Turan’s vision suddenly returned to normal.

There were no more dense black threads, no trembling yellow eyeballs. Even the brightness increased significantly. Only the eerie twilight outside the window reminded Xu Turan that she was still in the “domain”.

… If she remembered correctly, it should only be around 8 or 9 in the morning now.

As her vision returned to normal, those hallucinations and feelings of confusion no longer appeared. Xu Turan felt much better overall. Hearing Pu Han say he was also easily influenced, she proposed this suggestion.

Hearing this, Pu Han let out another low laugh.

“You can’t see ‘it’ now because I’ve added a shield of ‘ignorance’ to you,” he said softly. “Ignorance is the best protection for you. However, for me, it’s ineffective protection.”

He couldn’t make himself “ignorant”, only exposing himself naked in “its” field of vision. He was already trying his best not to look at “it”, but everything about “it” was like a thriving mass of wriggling worms, rushing into his mind from the moment he stepped into this house, occupying his thoughts, disturbing his thinking…

“What exactly is this place?” Xu Turan crept to the staircase, vigilantly scanning downwards. “Is this house itself a ‘domain’? I didn’t feel anything before.”

Yang Buqi nodded, equally confused, when Pu Han suddenly started chuckling.

“It’s understandable that Xu Turan doesn’t know. But you don’t know either?” he said softly. “No. 17 Star Park Villa District… 17? Yang Buqi, you really don’t remember?”

Yang Buqi suspiciously turned his eyes, and a key phrase suddenly flashed through his mind: “71? Ghost House No. 71?”

“What’s that?” Xu Turan was puzzled. “Are you talking about this house?”

“Yes, and no,” Pu Han chimed in eerily. “Ghost House No. 71 is its predecessor… I saw it. I saw everything. The sacrifices, the rituals, the swaying candles… It’s wandering, slumbering, waiting…”

He raised his head to look up, his tone suddenly becoming dreamy.

“…Hm? Waiting? What are you waiting for? Interesting… Tell me, what are you waiting for?”

He murmured, his tone too soft to seem like he was talking to Xu Turan and the others.

Xu Turan: …

She watched wide-eyed as Pu Han, while mumbling to himself, walked straight towards the stairs, passing between her and Yang Buqi. Her inner shock was indescribable.

Wait… He’s already down? Although I had a feeling he was fragile from the introduction earlier, but isn’t this falling too quickly?!

He’s supposed to be a Radiance level, right? This is way too weak!

Seeing Pu Han about to roll down the stairs, Xu Turan hurriedly reached out to grab him. Before she could extend her hand, she suddenly heard a “smack” —

Pu Han’s right hand raised on its own and heavily slapped his face.

Xu Turan: “…”

Half a second later, Pu Han turned back, his eyes already regaining composure.

“This isn’t the place to talk, let’s go to your room.”

He spoke as if nothing had happened, rubbing his slightly reddened right hand, and took the lead in walking back.

Xu Turan: “……”

In a sense, she really felt that being able to know Pu Han was her luck.

In situations where he was present, she could always find some sense of being a normal person. This was truly rare.

“You two go first, Yang Buqi knows the way,” Xu Turan paused after her thoughts returned, quickly glancing downstairs. “My brother is still down there. I’ll go get him up.”

He’s still breathing after all. If we leave him there and he really dies, what then?

“It’s fine, don’t worry about him,” Pu Han waved his hand, his tone certain. “The ‘lines’ on him have already been cut off by you. And the domain master is in a chaotic state, unable to pay attention to him for now.”

Xu Turan: “…But he was still chewing on the phone and cup just now? Is it really okay to leave him?”

Hearing this, Yang Buqi was about to open his mouth to reassure her, but Pu Han beside him had already started waving his hand impatiently.

“What are you afraid of with Yang Buqi here?” Pu Han said confidently. “He’s a Torch level of life after all. Two more levels, and forget about pulling phones out of other people’s stomachs, he could pull a baby out of his own stomach on the spot if you asked.”

Yang Buqi: …

Do you have a problem, sir?

Because of Pu Han’s assurance, Xu Turan finally gave up on going down to retrieve her adopted brother, and led the other two to her room first.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw a scene of devastation — due to Xu Turan’s passive skill, the various supernatural items she had placed in the room were collectively going berserk, fighting among themselves. Fragments were splattered everywhere.

Yang Buqi had a face full of words he wanted to say but held back, and in the end said nothing, turning to draw various defensive runes on the door and walls with familiarity.

Xu Turan pulled apart several supernatural items that were grappling with each other, knocking them down with a punch each, then turned to look at Pu Han: “So, what exactly is this Ghost House No. 71?”

“It’s an abomination,” Pu Han closed his eyes, trying to sort out the content he had “seen”. “It caused quite a stir 7 years ago… It gathered a group of believers through dream invasion, making them perform a blood sacrifice in a house. It originally intended to complete its upgrade through that sacrifice, but accidentally merged with the house…”

“The house number was exactly 71,” Yang Buqi chimed in without turning his head. “That house became a permanent ‘domain’ for it. Since then, it has been moving around with that house like a snail.”