Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 45 Part 2

What she thought was the handrail of the stairs was actually the railing of the balcony. Outside the railing of this balcony, there was another edge surrounded by metal bars, which could be used to place flowers, just wide enough for a person to step on…

And Xu Turan was standing exactly in this position right now.

This wasn’t just a matter of not being able to move forward—if she wasn’t careful and let go of the railing to step sideways, it would also be the same leap to end it all.

…So, how did I end up here?

Xu Turan’s back broke out in a cold sweat. She knew she shouldn’t be discouraging herself at this time, but she couldn’t help looking down.

…Only to see layers upon layers of corpses below.

All were her corpses.

With broken heads and bloodied bodies, looking terribly mangled from the fall. Xu Turan stared for a moment, but instead became calm, indifferently averting her gaze.

Well, well, playing “Triangle” with me here?

But from another perspective, this also proved that this guy’s brain wasn’t functioning well right now…

Didn’t it think? If there really was a time loop, and countless Xu Turans had already fallen to their deaths here, then according to the principle of first come, first served, the later jumping Xu Turans would be less likely to die from the fall, at least not in such a miserable state—there’s a pile of flesh cushions down there after all!

What a big bug!

Xu Turan thought very reasonably, while casually freezing the black threads that were coiling towards her through the railing into an ice lump. Then with one hand on the railing, she flipped over it, kicking the nearby pile of black threads during the leap, successfully stunning them.

…It was thanks to having slipped through several young versions of Haunted House No. 71 before that Xu Turan was now proficient in casting control on these black threads, launching skills without any pressure. The only thing that was more worrying was that the active use of Ice No. 7 and “Confusion” would bring certain side effects—

Ice No. 7 was still okay, as it was a probability-based trigger. She hadn’t encountered it yet. “Confusion” was more troublesome, using it a few times in a row would cause chest pain, requiring a break before continuing.

Xu Turan sighed inwardly, her feet landing on the ground, but she didn’t immediately let go of the railing she was holding. Instead, she held onto the railing, touching and feeling around to confirm that the “study” she saw was real, before quickly walking into the room.

Inside the study, it had also been completely occupied by piles and piles of black silk threads, even the door was covered so that its original color couldn’t be seen. Xu Turan initially wanted to hurry to the second floor, but after a few steps, she found that the scene in front of her began to blur again. Realizing that now was not a suitable time to move, she could only stop and retreat quietly, while waving the flashlight to force away the black threads that kept approaching.

As Pu Han said, Haunted House No. 71 was no longer as afraid of flames now. Even when illuminated, it would only retreat slightly, and once it recovered, it would immediately organize a counterattack—however, its aversion was real. Every time it was flashed by Xu Turan’s flashlight, those turbid yellow eyeballs would reveal undisguised anger and malice.

Xu Turan thought to herself, what’s the use of glaring at me, at this point do you think I care if you glare at me or not? She simply left the flashlight on and placed it on the small table nearby, just to annoy them a bit.

As for herself, she naturally wasn’t idle either. After freeing up both hands, she immediately took out a small knife, cut her finger, and began drawing on the surrounding floor.

—Since she temporarily couldn’t go to the second floor to directly use Yang Buqi’s runes, she might as well draw some herself.

Xu Turan remembered clearly that Yang Buqi had once said that in that set of conversion runes, there were Torch level ones and Radiance level ones—Radiance level could directly affect abominations of the same level, Torch level was definitely weaker, but better than nothing.

However, Yang Buqi hadn’t specified which ones were Radiance level at the time. Xu Turan didn’t know how to distinguish them, so she simply drew the whole set from beginning to end, only to realize her mistake at the last one—

“Absorption and conversion? Am I stupid? What’s the point of drawing these two?” Xu Turan shook her head, swaying as she stood up from the ground—due to space limitations, she could only draw the last conversion rune on the nearby cabinet. At this point, there was still a small part left unfinished, but Xu Turan couldn’t be bothered to complete it.

At this moment, only confinement, suppression, and high-level defense could be of use. Every time she finished drawing a rune, she would lose some strength. Drawing an extra absorption rune in her unclear state of mind was already a big loss, she absolutely wouldn’t draw any more.

Xu Turan made up her mind and casually gave herself two more slaps to stay alert. Unfortunately, at this point, the effect of pain seemed to be diminishing.

In front of her eyes, the originally real scene began to shake and change again. At one moment she felt she was still in the basement, with Yang Buqi standing not far away, anxiously asking about her condition and telling her to come over; at another moment, she seemed to be sitting on the roof of the greenhouse on the second floor, the feeling of wind blowing on her face was very real, and even the cabinet she was leaning against had vanished into thin air.

…Fortunately, she had turned on the flashlight early on. Although the original intention was just to annoy No. 71, it unexpectedly proved very useful.

The flame illusion brought by the flashlight couldn’t be completely covered, but when new illusions overlapped with it, it would bring certain effects. For example, motion stuttering, rough details, or pixel mismatch, 3D images turning into 2D images… No matter whether she was sitting in the basement or on the greenhouse roof, as long as she looked up, she could see a large patch of stuttering flames jumping there.

No matter how real the scene was, it was instantly lowered in quality by this abruptly appearing cheap special effect, fake to an obvious degree.

…But in any case, this couldn’t go on.

Taking advantage of the black threads being forced away by the drawn runes, Xu Turan quickly adjusted her state and began to look for new ways to escape.

She was currently on the third floor. The tools that could really give her an advantage were very limited. And her goal was to hold on until Yang Buqi and the others completed the charging work of the sealing box…

If worst comes to worst, take out the poison mist given by Yang Buqi and spray it, then directly leap from the balcony to end it all?

…Come to think of it, it might actually work.

This was the third floor, with soft soil below. Jumping down shouldn’t immediately end her. Then take a few universal heart-saving pills…

But thinking about it, it seemed quite miserable, and the risk was a bit high. Xu Turan silently marked this as an alternative plan, while browsing through all the skills she currently possessed, to see if she had any untapped potential.

…She didn’t find any potential, but she did discover a side effect.

—Abnormal Rationality state.

According to the description, every time she used Ice No. 7, there was a 10% chance of entering the “Abnormal Rationality state”.

Because it had never been triggered so far, Xu Turan had almost forgotten about it. However, this time, she noticed one of the key words.

Rationality.

The opposite word to madness.

…

Come to think of it, abnormal rationality, in essence, should still count as rationality… right?

Xu Turan thought uncertainly, pondered for two seconds, and tentatively raised her hand—

Towards the black thread pile that was restlessly moving nearby, she launched another “Ice No. 7” attack.