Chapter 321 The Chosen One

Wang Mengmeng, Yang Kexin, and Zuo Shi froze simultaneously, recalling the faint, indistinct sound of singing from that night.

Zhao Tieshan, Lin Yuan, and the others had no idea, but seeing the shock on Flyer's face, they could guess it wasn't anything good.

Flyer's voice trembled as he touched the ligature mark on his neck: "The backstage of the Opera Stage, the door to the dressing room—behind that door, there were a dozen or so... floating, wearing makeup and costumes..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But this was even more chilling than if he had.

Chen Yu spoke up suddenly: "No, I feel like I should rephrase that. It's not that it isn't a Haunted House, but rather the backstage of the Opera Stage and the backstage of the Haunted House share the same..."

Only now did Chen Yu understand some of the layout and design of the Amusement Park.

The Opera Stage was built in the theater; if they wanted to save on expenses, they could indeed share a dressing room with the NPCs of the Haunted House.

"Alright, let's leave the Haunted House first. If nothing goes wrong, we'll be out soon."

Chen Yu said.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, no longer caring about the Opera Stage.

After all, once they left the Haunted House, the most terrifying facility in the Amusement Park would be over.

Next, they just needed to hold out until the third day to return to the highway.

Everyone was speechless; there had never been a moment when they liked the boring, cramped environment of the highway more than now.

"Finally, we're fucking getting out of here."

"I don't want to step foot into the Haunted House ever again. It's too nerve-wracking."

"Yeah, I couldn't let my guard down for a second. I really need to find a place to sleep."

Before long, the group left the Haunted House.

Everyone looked at the pitch-black outside, but their hearts felt bright and sunny.

Wang Mengmeng turned her head and saw Chen Yu standing directly in front of the Opera Stage, his expression looking off.

"Uh... what's wrong?"

Wang Mengmeng walked over, her voice lowering.

Chen Yu shook his head: "I'm just wondering why... we still haven't heard the notification for clearing the level."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously relaxed group immediately became tense again.

"You mean..."

Zuo Shi frowned: "Our mission... isn't over yet?!"

"Hum!!!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The moment the words fell!

Oiled hemp ropes dropped down from above everyone's heads and tightened violently!

Everyone was lifted into the air!

"Ah..." Before Wang Mengmeng could even let out a sound, the rope had already hoisted her a meter off the ground!

Yang Kexin, Zuo Shi, Flyer, Red Hair, Zhao Tieshan, and the others were none spared!

Everything happened too fast; there was simply no time to prepare!

Chen Yu was the fastest; the instant he saw the rope in front of his neck, he slashed it through with his blade!

Meanwhile... he also witnessed the scene of everyone being lifted up!

Everyone was being dragged toward the pitch-black sky by the ropes!

"Damn it!" Chen Yu cursed under his breath. He had guessed that without a notification, it definitely meant trouble!

But he hadn't expected this kind of large-scale attack at the very last moment—it was practically a wipe-out tactic!

"Rip!" "Rip!" "Rip!"

Chen Yu moved at full speed, slicing through the ropes around the necks of Wang Mengmeng, Yang Kexin, and Zuo Shi with three slashes!

On the other side, Flyer was experienced; he had started chanting familiar lyrics the very first moment:

"My head is small, my neck is thin, no matter how tight the noose, I can still breathe in! My strength is great, my bones are rare, breaking this broken rope is not a care! My head is small, small as a date! My neck is thin, thin as a blade of grass!"

He managed to break free by force!

"Rip!"

On the other side, Chen Yu's time was limited. Although he could cut one rope per slash, this wasn't the dressing room with a limited ceiling; this was the boundless sky, and everyone was flying higher and higher!

Chen Yu couldn't fly either; even if he wanted to save them, he would soon be unable to reach them!

He could only pick the ones he recognized to save!

Red Hair fell to the ground instantly!

Flyer rushed over to help him up. This was his personal BGM technician, after all; if something happened to him, his own combat effectiveness would be greatly affected...

The final slash. Chen Yu had originally intended it for Zhao Tieshan, whose face had already turned purple-black.

But when Chen Yu jumped up and swung his blade—the edge aimed at the rope around Zhao Tieshan's neck—the next second, Zhao Tieshan's body was jerked upward violently, and it was Lin Yuan who was accidentally pulled over and had his rope cut instead!

"?" Zhao Tieshan couldn't speak, only able to watch helplessly as everything on the ground became smaller and smaller!

Chen Yu fell silent and took out the ghost mirror to reflect the sky, only to see long-tongued ghosts in costumes dragging three people toward the pitch-black horizon!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." "Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

In front of the Opera Stage, this time, only Chen Yu's team, Flyer, Red Hair, and Lin Yuan remained.

Violent coughing echoed all around.

Wang Mengmeng clutched her neck, still shaken: "It was too terrifying, too terrifying. What on earth..."

She suddenly saw the mirror in Chen Yu's hand and her pupils constricted. Just as she was about to scream, Zuo Shi covered her mouth. "Shh."

Stopped, Wang Mengmeng quickly averted her gaze, looking at the ropes and people in the sky. But in her mind, she automatically filled in everything from the mirror.

A few seconds later, "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"

Three corpses fell from the sky, crashing onto the benches of the spectator area.

Wood splinters exploded outward, and the bodies bounced a few times before rolling onto the ground.

Zhao Tieshan's eyes were still open, pupils dilated, tongue lolling out, his face livid.

The young worker lay on the ground, his face buried in the wood debris.

Flyer's teammate had his limbs twisted, his neck snapped by the strangulation, his head severed from his body.

"..." Powerlessness, despair—this was the feeling the Haunted House gave everyone.

It was a chilling sensation, as if it wouldn't let anyone leave until they had all been tortured to death.

Chen Yu held his blade, stepped over the corpses of Zhao Tieshan and the others, and came before Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan looked up, met Chen Yu's gaze, and his body stiffened violently.

"Chen..." "Don't say my name."

Chen Yu said calmly: "You look very scared."

Lin Yuan nodded frantically, then shook his head, then nodded again, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

Chen Yu was silent for a moment before speaking slowly: "Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?"

Lin Yuan's face turned pale instantly: "I... I didn't..."

Chen Yu shook his head, interrupting him: "Your Talent must be to steal or borrow the luck of others, right?"

Lin Yuan shook his head rapidly: "No! No, it's not! My Talent is called Lucky Scratch-off!"

Chen Yu sighed lightly, raised the ghost head blade, his gaze indifferent.

Lin Yuan shook his head continuously: "No... Big Brother Chen Yu... you can't do this to me, I..."

"Hum!" The blade swung down!

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and rolled to the side by force.

"Hey, hey, hey—" Flyer, from a distance away, stepped into thin air and almost fell right in front of Chen Yu!

"Why is there a wooden board nailed to the ground here?"

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan had already bolted, not daring to look back.

Chen Yu picked up a thumb-sized stone from the ground...

As expected, he had guessed right again.

This guy had borrowed all of everyone's luck, making him the Son of Destiny, while everyone else was nearly wiped out.

Everything that happened in the Haunted House, including the people grabbed by the hands, including the Time Room Chen Yu entered by a single step, and including Zhao Tieshan acting as a scapegoat just now, were all indirectly caused by this guy.

His Talent was likely more than just S-rank, but it didn't matter.

Such a disgusting Talent—unless Chen Yu himself possessed it, whoever had it deserved to die.

Chen Yu took a step back and flung the stone in his hand violently—