Chapter 304 Your Talent: Understanding

(Previous chapter, Flyer rescued, no casualties)

Chen Yu stood up, walked to the bronze mirror in the corner, and ignored the images within.

He reached out directly, his fingers touching the mirror surface.

[ghost mirror fragment (approx. 1/4 of a complete mirror)]

Description: A mirror shard with irregular edges, inside which a dim, misty substance seems to flow slowly; it originates from a ghost mirror in the troupe's dressing room that was possessed by a vengeful spirit.

Effect: After active activation, within the illuminated area—covering a maximum of approximately 3 meters by 3 meters—everyone's Talent energy will fall into a stagnant state, lasting for 15 seconds.

Note: Cooldown time is 72 hours.

When this bit of information appeared, Chen Yu finally understood why the Flyer could break free from the ropes the first time, but couldn't the second time; his Talent had been restricted.

And this ghost mirror... Chen Yu was quite familiar with it.

Because he had obtained the same thing during his mission at the Blizzard Villa.

The difference was that that reward had been a 1/2 ghost mirror fragment.

Adding this 1/4, didn't that mean he was only 1/4 away from assembling a complete one?

Although he didn't know how to assemble it...

"There is one more difference. My fragment was just a pure mirror shard, while this one is embedded in a bronze frame."

Chen Yu murmured, "It looks like it's embedded; it won't be easy to take away..."

Just as he was thinking, he saw the rope behind him flying over!

But Chen Yu grabbed the rope, ripping it apart directly.

The figure in the mirror froze slightly and tried to loop the two halves of the rope around him again.

But Chen Yu came to his senses, snatched the rope, and broke it into four pieces. This time, there was no way it could form a loop.

"You go out and wait for me at the door."

Chen Yu looked toward the door and gave a reminder.

He didn't want to have to save someone again later.

"Okay... okay... Brother Chen Yu, be careful... Damn, don't come over here!"

The Flyer, seeing the rope moving seamlessly on its own, was startled. He scrambled out of the dressing room, and the door closed.

From then on, only Chen Yu remained.

He wanted to pull out the bronze mirror, but it didn't budge.

"..."

Helpless, Chen Yu let go of the mirror frame, walked to the side of the dressing table, raised his foot, and stomped onto the tabletop!

"Bang!"

The wooden leg snapped! The tabletop broke in the middle, and wood chips exploded!

He stomped again.

"Bang!"

Dust rose, and the dressing table collapsed completely!

Chen Yu reached out, grabbed the bronze mirror, and pulled it out from the broken wood!

But at that very moment...

Chen Yu turned his head; in the shadows of the ceiling, ropes were flying over one after another!

He didn't need to look at the mirror to know what a tragic scene was inside!

"Hum—"

The next second, the ghost head blade fell from his inventory into his palm, and the purple patterns on the blade lit up immediately!

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Plop."

Before he could even swipe it, the ropes had already fallen to the ground one after another!

Chen Yu frowned, leaned his face forward, and looked back; there was nothing in the mirror!

"?"

"What's going on?"

"Is this blade of Han Cheng's really this effective?"

Chen Yu sighed, threw both the wood and the mirror into his personal inventory!

Everything settled down, and Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and left the dressing room!

The Flyer was gripping the door frame with both hands, only showing half his head. Seeing Brother Chen Yu walking over, he shrank to the side to make room at the door...

"Let's go, get out."

"Phew..."

"That was too scary."

The Flyer patted his chest, following behind Chen Yu, constantly looking back, terrified of being tied up by the ropes again!

Until the night wind blew in from the end of the corridor, dispersing the musty smell behind them...

"Brother Chen Yu!"

"Chen Yu!"

"Brother! You finally came out!"

"You're still alive!"

Six people jogged over, each looking at their own brother.

Yang Kexin worriedly hugged Chen Yu's arm: "Brother Chen Yu, are you okay?"

Zuo Shi and Wang Mengmeng also came over, staring at Chen Yu, looking him up and down.

Red Hair, carrying the speaker, frowned: "Brother, what happened to your neck? Why is it so red? No, that's not red; that's purple-black. What did you go through?"

He reached out to touch it but was slapped away by the Flyer: "Don't touch! It hurts!"

Wang Mengmeng poked her head out, her mouth curling: "Could it be that Brother Chen Yu put that on him?"

Chen Yu was stunned: "Which one?"

Wang Mengmeng said bluntly: "The one you put on Zhang Zixuan in the Living Area?"

Chen Yu: "..."

Yang Kexin, Zuo Shi: "..."

The Flyer didn't know what these people were talking about, but he walked over, stuttering: "That... Brother... Brother Chen Yu, we've done what we needed to do, so is it..."

"Yeah, you guys go. It was a pleasure working with you."

The Flyer nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then we'll leave first."

After speaking, he turned around without hesitation: "Retreat quickly!"

"Brother, what's wrong?! Why such a hurry?"

"Don't ask, just go! I don't want to stay here!"

Watching the figures of the few people moving away, Zuo Shi asked curiously: "Chen Yu, he seems very scared? You guys didn't... really have something terrifying happen backstage, did you?"

Chen Yu shook his head: "Not terrifying, he's just a coward."

Chen Yu didn't tell the truth.

Because even if he described what happened inside vividly, besides making the three women scared, it had no other meaning.

Yang Kexin waited until the few people had walked far away before asking the main point: "Brother Chen Yu! Did you find another piece of evidence from the past?"

Chen Yu nodded and took out [Theater Playbill] from his personal inventory.

Zuo Shi, Wang Mengmeng, and Yang Kexin took a quick look, but didn't see any hidden clues.

Chen Yu waved his hand, "Alright, it's already late at night, let's find a place to sleep."

"Okay!"

Just like that, everyone headed back and found a dilapidated noodle shop.

The rolling shutter was half-pulled down, and the character 'Lan' only had a dot left.

The reason they came here to stay was because this noodle shop was directly opposite the Log Flume.

Zuo Shi could periodically go and scout to better deal with tomorrow's mission.

Just like that, Zuo Shi and Yang Kexin worked together to push up the rolling shutter, causing dust to fall down, choking Wang Mengmeng into sneezing three times in a row.

There were five or six tables inside the shop, with chairs turned upside down on the tabletops.

The kitchen was very dirty; none of the four wanted to look at it.

So the four of them went straight up the stairs to take a look at the second floor, where there were two rooms, and the beds weren't big.

All three girls wanted to be in a room with him, but Chen Yu rejected them all uniformly.

He let the three of them take one room and he took the other, in order to enjoy the big bed and get a good night's sleep.

When everything fell silent, Chen Yu took the bronze mirror out of his inventory, facing the mirror surface toward the window. Moonlight fell in, landing on the mirror surface; everything was normal.

He turned the mirror surface toward the inside of the noodle shop; everything was still normal.

He had also been to the troupe's backstage, so he knew that the significance of the ghost mirror wasn't just restricting Talents.

It could also reveal certain things.

Of course, this noodle shop looked very clean for now, which allowed him to sleep with peace of mind.

Between dreaming and waking, Chen Yu felt something extra on his bed.

He didn't notice it at first.

Until a fragrance entered his nostrils, waking him up instantly.

"?"

"Zuo Shi?"

Outside at this moment, the sky was still pitch black, but the distance was gradually brightening.

Zuo Shi was lying on the other half of the bed, her elbows supporting her on the pillow.

She was wearing a black lace camisole with very thin straps, and her hair, which was usually tied up, was now all spread out.

Moonlight leaked in through the gap in the curtains that weren't drawn tight, landing right on her, outlining her fair, slender legs under the camisole dress. Although they weren't as long as Yang Kexin's, they were well-proportioned.

"It's me."

Zuo Shi replied in a breathy voice.

Speaking of which, her features were naturally sharp, with high brow bones, a thin, straight nose bridge, and slightly upturned eyes—the kind of look that made people think "this person is not to be trifled with" at first glance.

But at this very moment, only gentleness... and undisguised desire remained.

Sometimes, this kind of look combined with this kind of expression had a unique charm.

"I used my Talent to probe your underwear."

Zuo Shi's words were shocking; she seemed to realize it herself, so her face flushed a little.

"That... you usually seem very uncomfortable, so I thought..."

Her voice got quieter as she spoke, until Chen Yu couldn't hear it clearly at the end.

But whether he heard it clearly or not didn't matter anymore.

Zuo Shi's attitude was already very clear; what else did Chen Yu have to be reserved about?

"Your Talent really is understanding."

The next day, gray daylight flooded in through the window.

Wang Mengmeng was the first to wake up. She yawned and pushed Yang Kexin, who was curled up in a ball.

"Get up, get up, today is the Log Flume, only one hour left!"

Yang Kexin rolled over and got up, bleary-eyed: "Ha~~~ Zuo Shi~ wake up~"

But no one responded.

Wang Mengmeng turned her head and saw Zuo Shi breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with a faint flush.

Wang Mengmeng patted her shoulder, no response.

She pushed her again, still no response, only her lips moving as she muttered something... "Don't anymore, really don't anymore."

"What don't anymore?"

Wang Mengmeng frowned: "Did she have a nightmare?"

Yang Kexin rubbed her eyes, "Did she use her Talent too many times last night, so she's too tired?"