132: If everything is normal, can it still be called a haunted house?

The assistant's words echoed outside the empty maze.

However, Song Yang seemed to still be thinking of Red Spirit and did not answer him.

The assistant looked as if he had seen something incredible, and unease gradually resurfaced in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he directly reached out and patted Song Yang hard.

"Brother Yang, don't be foolish!"

"Something seems to be wrong!"

After a few slaps, Song Yang finally came back to his senses.

Being suddenly hit like that, a hint of impatience flashed across his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Can't you be a little more steady for once? What kind of behavior is this, being so boisterous?!"

After scolding him, Song Yang raised his head and looked ahead.

However, the next moment, he shivered, and the impatience on his face vanished.

"Damn it!"

After an expletive, he instinctively took a step back.

Before his eyes, within the several huge mirrors erected inside the maze entrance, a wisp of dim, black-like mist was spreading and twisting.

Coupled with the surrounding lighting at this moment, unease once again took over.

"It's so late, haven't the devices stopped running yet?"

Looking at the wisp of black mist in the mirror, Song Yang swallowed.

If it were any other Haunted House, let alone just a wisp of black mist, even if a female ghost popped out, he wouldn't even blink.

But alas, he was currently inside Tianfeng Haunted House!

No one knew better than him how abnormal Li Zhou's Haunted House was.

Some inconspicuous things might turn into a truly terrifying object that could scare someone to death in the next second!

Things were bad, time to leave!

If something was wrong here, then it was best to stay away.

Just as Song Yang was about to turn and run, he suddenly stopped again.

The assistant looked at him standing still, a look of anxiety appearing on his face.

He also deeply understood the abnormality of Li Zhou's Haunted House.

If they didn't run now in this situation, when would they run?

"Brother Yang, what are you spacing out for?"

"Run!"

The assistant shouted, but Song Yang still didn't react.

He turned around, looking at the spot where he had just stood, a struggle appearing in his eyes.

That young lady hadn't returned yet!

If he left now, what would happen to her later?

No, he couldn't leave!

In just a moment, Song Yang made up his mind.

He couldn't leave!

If he left, what if Red Spirit got scared when she returned later?

Thinking of this, Song Yang took a deep breath and, under the assistant's astonished gaze, walked back to the maze entrance step by step.

"No, Brother Yang, you..."

Looking at Song Yang's actions, the assistant felt completely flustered.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

"What kind of storms haven't I seen?"

"It's just a wisp of black mist, is it going to swallow me whole or something?"

"That young lady hasn't returned yet, and if we just leave like this, what kind of impression would that make!?"

Trying his best not to look at the mirrors inside the maze, Song Yang returned to his spot, turned to look at the assistant who was frozen in place, and said with conviction.

Hearing his words, the assistant fell silent.

This time, he felt that Song Yang's words actually made some sense.

The two of them could certainly just leave. No matter how strange the maze was, it couldn't cover the entire Haunted House, could it?

However, Red Spirit had asked them to wait for her right there.

And they had both agreed.

If she came back later and didn't see them, wouldn't they become people who went back on their word?

Gritting his teeth, the assistant finally steeled himself and returned to Song Yang's side.

Goodness, as expected of Tianfeng Haunted House!

Just coming back and already giving such a big surprise!

This familiar sense of terror, ugh... it's just right!

Looking at the dark, dead silent environment, coupled with the blood-red lighting above, the assistant felt uneasy and nervous, yet couldn't help but sigh.

Their livestream room had been banned this time, and they finally got a few days of rest.

He didn't expect Song Yang to insist on coming early.

Now look, they were back to the constant state of worry and apprehension.

The two stood back in their original positions, neither speaking again.

At the same time, both of them tacitly avoided looking behind them.

It wasn't that they believed nothing from the maze would rush out even if something was in there.

Rather, they were worried that if they looked back and saw something terrifying, their hard-won resolve would instantly collapse.

Time passed minute by minute, but the departed Red Spirit still hadn't returned.

Song Yang stood in place, one leg constantly shaking, looking like a hooligan.

At this moment, he was no longer so scared.

Just kidding, he was, after all, the man nicknamed 'beast' by his fans; in terms of courage, he had never been a coward.

It was just that he had been away from the Haunted House for a while.

Coming back and immediately facing such intensity, he just hadn't quite adjusted yet.

Now that he had adapted, he had returned to his former self, Song the Bold.

It was just a wisp of black mist, what was the big deal?

"Brother Yang, why do I feel like something is wrong?"

Compared to Song Yang, the assistant was not so composed.

His nerves were constantly on edge, and a few beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Looking at the dark environment and the oppressive atmosphere, he couldn't help but speak to Song Yang.

"Nonsense!"

"If everything were normal, would it still be called a Haunted House?"

Hearing the assistant's words, Song Yang said grumpily.

"But does it take this long to go to the bathroom?"

The assistant spoke again, his tone full of doubt and confusion.

Even if it was a number two, surely it would be over by now?

From Red Spirit's departure until now, at least ten minutes had passed.

After such a long time, she probably didn't fall into the toilet, did she?

"Why are you so anxious?"

"Maybe she's, uh... having diarrhea?"

"We'll be under the same roof, so we shouldn't leave a bad impression on others, understand?"

Song Yang didn't think much of it and shook his head.

It was just over ten minutes, not half an hour.

Hearing his words, the assistant pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Soon, several more minutes passed.

Song Yang finally felt a hint of unease.

Scratching his head, he looked in the direction Red Spirit had left, a trace of doubt appearing in his eyes.

Going to the bathroom, it couldn't really take this long, could it?

He was almost numb from standing, let alone going to the bathroom?

Did the Haunted House install new toilets?

Just as Song Yang was puzzled, he suddenly noticed something amiss.

Before, he could see about five or six meters ahead.

But now, he found that he could only see three or four meters ahead.

The light... seemed to be gradually dimming!

What was going on?

The calm expression on his face was becoming difficult to maintain. Song Yang took a deep breath, constantly reassuring himself internally.

People couldn't be that unlucky.

And now there was no one else in the Haunted House; those robot NPCs wouldn't run around either.

Surely, they wouldn't give him a 'surprise' just as he returned, would they?