Chapter 320 The Familiar Door

"Wang Mengmeng is going to make a move?"

Zuo Shi froze, feeling a bit confused. She clearly remembered... Wang Mengmeng's Talent was only D-rank, and it was the most useless timer-type Talent. Could there be some secret to that Talent?

Yang Kexin was not surprised.

Wang Mengmeng nodded. "I'll try."

Wang Mengmeng took a step forward, closed her eyes, and her Talent activated instantly.

A silver-white halo silently expanded from beneath her feet until it covered a one-meter radius around her.

"?"

Zuo Shi widened her eyes. "This Talent... when did you...?"

Wang Mengmeng opened her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up high, looking so smug her tail was almost pointing to the sky. "Keep it low-key. My Talent is a time-type, very rare!"

Zuo Shi opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She looked at Chen Yu on the side and naturally understood what had happened.

It seems that while they were gone just now, things weren't easy for them either.

The people around them looked at each other.

Flyer muttered, "Time-type? My goodness... Baby Bus was hiding it so deep."

Red Hair whispered, "Didn't you say earlier that she was a burden?"

Flyer didn't even turn his head. "Shut up. I never said that, damn it."

Zhao Tieshan and the others looked at Wang Mengmeng with a bit more seriousness in their eyes.

"Time-type, that must be a top-tier Talent."

Lin Yuan looked left and right, then whispered, "So, can you make time flow backward?"

Wang Mengmeng rolled her eyes at him. "Of course not!"

As she spoke, Wang Mengmeng walked along the edge of the corridor, the light illuminating everything.

Zuo Shi suddenly reached out and pointed at a painting on the wall. "Look, everyone."

Everyone followed her finger and looked over.

The painting depicted a plainly dressed old lady, smiling and sitting sideways.

Her eyes, which were originally looking straight ahead, were now following everyone as they moved.

Her head didn't move; only her pupils were shifting, turning from left to right, and from right to left.

Flyer's mouth twitched. "This... what is going on?"

No one answered him, because as everyone walked, the eyes of all the people in the paintings were moving.

Zhao Tieshan held his iron pipe horizontally in front of him. "Stop looking, keep moving forward. Changes are a good thing. I just want to get out of this damn Haunted House as soon as possible..."

Everyone agreed.

Their pace was much faster than before.

They had only walked about a dozen meters when Lin Yuan, who was at the back of the group, caught something in his peripheral vision.

He didn't know why, but he instinctively dodged to the side.

The next moment, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the painting beside him, fingers splayed, and violently grabbed the back of Hoodie Guy's collar, moving so fast it left an afterimage.

"Watch out!"

Lin Yuan called out a warning, but it was already too late.

"Holy sh*t! Save me!!! Save..."

Hoodie Guy's body tilted backward, his feet sliding on the ground twice, but before he could finish his sentence...

He had already been dragged into the painting.

In less than half a second, his body was compressed, stretched, and flattened, turning into a 2D plane stuck to the canvas, staring at everyone.

Lin Yuan's eyes widened, he sat down on the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling.

His team was down to just himself.

He swallowed hard, wanting to go find Chen Yu to seek protection.

But Chen Yu spoke first. "Stay away from me."

Lin Yuan: "..."

The others were also panicking.

Flyer asked in a low voice, "This guy didn't seem to agree to a name, did he? I saw him not saying a word."

Zhao Tieshan nodded. "I didn't hear it either, did you?"

"Didn't hear it..."

"I just saw him get grabbed suddenly."

"Yeah, what's going on?"

Zuo Shi's expression was grim. "Everyone, be careful. The rules in the Haunted House seem to have changed; some events are no longer following the rules. But this also means we aren't far from clearing it..."

Wang Mengmeng said with a crying face, "I... I'm a bit afraid to keep walking. What if they drag me into a painting..."

She stared at the paintings on both walls; those eyeballs were still moving.

Chen Yu followed behind her and spoke calmly. "Don't worry, they can't pull me in."

"Uh."

Wang Mengmeng froze, and so did the others.

They?

This "they"... he isn't talking about the ghosts in the paintings, is he?

But for a moment, no one stood up to refute him.

With Chen Yu backing her, Wang Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief, her courage growing a little bit.

She continued to lead everyone forward.

But fate is sometimes very coincidental.

The next painting was of an old man wearing a skullcap, thin, with a goatee and sunken eye sockets.

His fingers reached out from the bottom edge of the frame,

They were grey-white, with very long nails,

And they went straight for Wang Mengmeng, moving extremely fast; only two grey-white afterimages could be seen.

Because Wang Mengmeng was the center of the group, everyone noticed what was happening beside her.

But, before Wang Mengmeng could cry out,

"Bang!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Like a cannonball leaving the chamber, it shattered in one hit!!!

Along with the frame, the photo, the arms, the hands, and the wall—everything was shattered by this punch!!!

Amidst the flying debris, the entire painting was shattered beyond recognition!!!

Chen Yu withdrew his fist, his knuckles covered in grey-white powder, and he shook it off...

Flyer: ∑(✘Д✘๑)

Zhao Tieshan: Σ( ° △ ° )

Lin Yuan: (●▼●;)

Yang Kexin: (⁰⊖⁰)

Wang Mengmeng: (✘﹏✘ა)

Everything happened too fast; from start to finish, it took less than a second!

Even the hands, which had just emerged, were smashed into bone fragments by that punch!

And because of this, everyone, who should have been screaming, didn't even have the time to react before falling into shock!

Leading to a moment of silence...

"Keep moving."

Chen Yu said coldly, urging them on.

Wang Mengmeng finally reacted, swallowed hard, and felt a surge of safety in her heart.

"Move... move!"

Seeing Chen Yu's methods, the others followed closely by his side.

Except for Lin Yuan, who was at the very edge of the crowd; although he was scared, Zhao Tieshan next to him was even more scared.

They didn't know how long they had been walking.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor had long since gone out, and the paintings on the wall had also disappeared.

The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the ground ahead.

Flyer was walking in front, and as his flashlight beam swept across the wall on the right, it suddenly stopped.

"Wait, why is there a door here?"

He stopped, and in the flashlight's beam, there was indeed a door; the door panel was red, and the handle was brass.

But Flyer's face changed, and he stepped back, bumping into Red Hair.

"What's wrong?"

Red Hair frowned. "Is there something wrong with this door?"

"This door... I've seen it before."

Flyer swallowed hard and looked at Chen Yu on the side. "This door..."

Chen Yu nodded. "Yes, where we are right now is not the Haunted House, but the backstage of the Opera Stage."

"The backstage of the Opera Stage?"