Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 42 Part 1

Chapter 42: Xu’s On-Site Lesson for Courting Death

Pushing the door open, she saw another wooden corridor.

Semi-transparent human figures moved about the hallway as if no one else was there, impossible to touch or communicate with. Xu Turan cautiously walked forward along the corridor, noticing that there were several rooms connected on both sides, with the rules paper pasted on each tightly closed door.

She took out an ordinary water pen she had brought along, wrote her discoveries about the “key” and “door” on the rules paper, and then looked into each room one by one. She found that among these semi-transparent figures, there were many familiar shadows—they were the corpses she had discovered in the initial sealed room.

At this moment, they were all in a living state, discussing, researching, and blindly praying and attempting on their own. Xu Turan observed for a while before realizing that she seemed to be walking along a timeline, and alone in reverse—her starting point was the endpoint of these people’s lives. And what they were striving to explore was the ending she had seen from the beginning.

She could only watch what these people were doing, unable to intervene. She soon discovered that her exploration here was a waste of time—the comings and goings in this corridor were all scenes from the lives of those deceased. From the results, they couldn’t possibly be the “survivors” she was looking for.

So Xu Turan quickened her pace and walked forward, checking the rules paper several times along the way, discovering that new content had gradually appeared, all from exchanges between the other two:

Yang Buqi had received her hint and successfully escaped from the sealed room. In his words, the hint Xu Turan gave was a great help—unlike Xu Turan, he was trapped in a real home theater room, where there were no past scenes, only many homemade DVDs without covers in the DVD box.

Those DVDs could be put into the player and played through the projection screen. The content played, however, was all about the daily lives of past tenants of Ghost House No. 71. Yang Buqi forced himself to watch for a while in order to find a way out, watching until he was almost in a daze, almost considering himself as one of the tenants here—fortunately, he was still occasionally helping to revise the plan for the Planchette Pen at that time, his thoughts being pulled back from time to time, preventing him from being led too far astray. Later, after receiving Xu Turan’s hint, inspiration struck, and he finally managed to find the key to open the door through the DVDs.

“That was too close. I had to work really hard to find footage of the protagonist placing the key. The scene two seconds later was the protagonist’s suicide scene—that content was imbued with very strong suggestions. It could brainwash.”

Even mentioning this afterward, Yang Buqi was still somewhat fearful. He found his key in the sofa crevice, and only by reaching into the crevice of the real sofa at the same time as the protagonist in the video stuffed the key into the sofa crevice could the viewer retrieve the key to escape. It could be said to be a rather annoying design.

Of course, he didn’t mention this part on the rules paper. He only reported his safety through the rules paper, and then reported his coordinates several times—after escaping from the sealed room, he successfully returned to the real basement. Because he didn’t see any other space-time illusions for the time being, he went upstairs first to help treat her adopted brother’s wounds and observed the situation on the ground.

【There are fewer female ghosts on the first floor, probably eaten. Your brother doesn’t have any physical problems, but his emotions are unstable, so I let him continue sleeping. We’ll bring him along when we find a definite way out.】

Yang Buqi wrote this on the rules paper.

Xu Turan, still searching for a way on the corridor of the past, silently drew a heart for him.

As for Pu Han, he had also popped up a few times. However, his comments were relatively brief.

…And more enigmatic.

At first, he also reported his safety, informing that he had escaped from the sealed room. But he didn’t elaborate on his situation. After reporting his location twice, his comments gradually became perplexing.

【Ah, I thought these fragments were just bubbles at first. Now I realize I was wrong. They’re actually more like water. Or rather, independent bodies of water】

【Don’t worry, I’m catching my breath. I’m very close to the water surface now. I want to try something interesting.】

【I’m starting to dive.】

【This seems deeper than I imagined.】

【Oh no. I feel like a pearl diver now. A pearl diver who’s gone too deep.】

…How to put it.

It’s not exactly nonsensical, but it’s certainly unsettling to read.

And whether intentional or not, all these comments were written next to the 8th rule on the rules paper—that rule originally required them not to interact with entities within the space-time fragments, but after several updates, it finally became a brief admonition:

【Do not go deep】

…These four simple words, placed alongside Pu Han’s strange comments, became increasingly worrisome.

That guy… he didn’t really get into trouble, did he?

Xu Turan frowned slightly with concern as she looked at the content on the rules paper that hadn’t been updated for a long time.

To be honest, her current situation wasn’t great either. After all, her previous threat to the Planchette Pen wasn’t entirely a bluff—she could now truly see the black threads everywhere, and even see the messy arcs on the black threads.

She now knew that those arcs were all closed eyes. And when they opened, it would be when the Shield of Ignorance on her body completely failed.

And if Pu Han really got into trouble. She wouldn’t even need to court death herself, the next second she could be remotely linked, sent to die along with him…

Xu Turan casually averted her gaze, pretending not to see the threads gently writhing in her vision, and turned to walk forward quickly.

Finally, her luck wasn’t at its worst—this long corridor finally came to an exit. She pushed the door open and found herself standing outside the game room in the basement. Not far away, Yang Buqi was looking at her in shock.

“You… where did you just come from?” he frowned in confusion, “I was just in the game room, just came out… I didn’t see you.”

“I came out of a space-time fragment, probably spatial overlap?” Xu Turan said uncertainly, scanning both sides, “Where’s Pu Han?”

“I’m looking for him too. Haven’t seen him for a while. No status update on the rules paper either.” Yang Buqi sighed, “By the way, your…”

He gestured with his hand, and Xu Turan understood: “Oh, that pen.”

She pressed one hand on her pocket. The Planchette Pen was lying quietly inside. In fact, since she left the sealed room and began exploring in the corridor, the pen had obediently returned to her pocket and showed no further movement.

“Are you… sure you still want to carry it with you?” Yang Buqi frantically hinted, “It doesn’t seem simple.”

“Why not? Since I’ve brought it home, of course I should make full use of it.” Xu Turan said matter-of-factly, “Oh right, your words remind me. I need to go back to my room to get a supernatural item…”

Xu Turan said as she walked past Yang Buqi, taking a few steps outward. Suddenly her footsteps stopped.

Yang Buqi looked at her in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

Xu Turan looked at him strangely, pointing to the other side: “Do you see that? What’s going on? Is it a trap or something?”

Yang Buqi leaned forward to look, only seeing an elaborately decorated wall.