133: The child seems to have become smarter; I can't fool him anymore.

Song Yang kept comforting himself, but the lights in front of him were indeed gradually dimming.

He looked up at the human skin lanterns above his head, and his unease grew stronger.

“Something’s not right.”

“The lanterns aren’t off!”

“Could it be that they can automatically adjust their brightness?”

Song Yang, looking up, didn't notice that behind him, countless black mists had already engulfed several other human skin lanterns.

The mirrors at the entrance of the maze seemed to have transformed into a gate to a bizarre land, with black mist continuously pouring out.

These black mists covered the sky and the earth, emanating a thick, evil aura.

As Song Yang looked up, they quickly gathered, gradually morphing into a human shape.

A dark body, hollow features, and the purest evil aura!

Not far away, Red Spirit, standing in the darkness, watched the two people outside the maze, a meaningful smile on her beautiful face.

Actually, she could have made her move much earlier.

The reason she waited so long to release a clone was to observe Li Zhou's reaction.

Indeed, she had long suspected that Goethe might betray her.

However, after all this time, she hadn't noticed Li Zhou leaving his room.

Clearly, he tacitly approved of Red Spirit's actions.

Licking her lips, her heart, which had been somewhat indignant because Goethe rejected her, finally calmed down considerably.

Looking at the two unlucky individuals in front of her, Red Spirit covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

“Consider this a little courage-building exercise for you two.”

“No need to thank me, after all, as you yourself said, we’re practically living under the same roof.”

Red Spirit knew Song Yang's role in the Haunted House.

He was essentially advertising for her Haunted House, needing to showcase everything about the Haunted House to outsiders.

This job wasn't so easy.

Being too timid wouldn't do.

Putting away her smile, Red Spirit waved her small hand.

The next moment, the other unidentifiable entity made of black mist slowly drifted towards Song Yang and his assistant.

As it moved, the human skin lanterns above Song Yang’s head were also enveloped, losing their glow.

“What’s going on?!”

Seeing the surroundings suddenly plunge into darkness, Song Yang finally panicked.

At this moment, he even suspected that Li Zhou was standing in some corner, filming him with his phone.

He had no doubt Li Zhou would do something like that.

This scene in front of him clearly defied common sense.

It was already evening; the facilities should have stopped operating.

Why did the lights go out?

Could it be that they were preparing to turn off the lights and rest?

But why were the lanterns ahead still lit?

Song Yang’s mind raced, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he froze in place.

Could it be the wisp of black mist from the mirror just now that caused this?

Song Yang wanted to turn around, but he also didn't dare.

He knew that the first time he fainted from fright was when he was in the Hundred Ghosts Cemetery, and he just happened to turn his head and glance back.

Now, only the lights were out; there were no other circumstances.

If he turned his head, that might not be the case.

Swallowing again, Song Yang, relying on memory, spoke to his assistant, whose figure was already somewhat blurry in the distance: “Tao, turn around and see what’s going on.”

“Ah… me?”

Not far away, the assistant, who had been tense and ready for a hundred-meter sprint at any moment, heard Song Yang's words, and even though Song Yang couldn't see him, he instinctively pointed to his nose, dumbfounded.

“Brother Yang, you’re not joking, are you?”

He was just an assistant; if he turned around and something unexpected happened, wouldn't he be doomed!?

Shaking his head frantically, the assistant quickly said, “Brother Yang, I don’t dare.”

“How about you look instead?”

At this moment, the assistant had already made up his mind.

If Song Yang turned around and showed any abnormality, he would run forward without hesitation.

As for Song Yang, he would let him stall for a bit first.

He would go for help!

As for why the assistant didn't think of Song Yang going, it was nonsense; if he stayed here, it wouldn't matter whether he was saved or not.

He would probably fall asleep immediately.

“You brat!”

Hearing the assistant's words, Song Yang's mouth twitched.

Not good, the kid seemed to have gotten smarter; he couldn't be tricked anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yang finally decided to wait and see.

Wait three… no, wait one more minute!

If Red Spirit still didn't return, he would leave directly.

He had to leave; he really couldn't take it anymore.

If it was just dim lighting, that would be fine.

He was already extremely familiar with the layout of the Haunted House.

He could even grope his way to the dormitory in the dark.

The main thing was that not only was the environment dark now, but the atmosphere was also a bit off.

He didn't know if it was psychological suggestion, but Song Yang always felt that something might be standing behind him right now.

If he turned around, the outcome would probably be tragic!

In fact, it was exactly as Song Yang thought.

At this moment, Red Spirit’s clone had already arrived behind him.

The distance between them could only be described as perfectly snug.

In fact, part of Song Yang’s back had already touched Red Spirit’s clone.

If he were to turn his head now, he would definitely see a pair of eyes that he would never forget in this life.

“Oh, he has some self-control.”

Looking at Song Yang, who stood rooted like a sentry, Red Spirit’s face showed a hint of surprise.

It was also at this moment that she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

“This guy… has quite a bit of courage!”

In the Hundred Ghosts Cemetery, the Zombie Gede had climbed out of its coffin again at some point.

Perhaps it was awakened by Red Spirit’s aura, or perhaps it simply didn’t need to sleep.

As Haunted House employees, Zombie Gede and Red Spirit didn't need to communicate in person or via phone like ordinary employees such as Fang Xiaolu.

At this moment, the Zombie Gede turned its head towards the maze and said to Red Spirit, “You can… appropriately… increase the intensity!”

“Quite a bit of courage?”

Hearing the Zombie Gede’s words, Red Spirit raised an eyebrow.

Although the Zombie Gede’s terror level was far inferior to hers, it was still a zombie.

If it said someone had a lot of courage, then her clone might really not be enough to scare Song Yang.

“Interesting.”

Looking at the wary Song Yang not far away, Red Spirit’s lips curved into a smile again.

The next moment, she took a step.

Her red dress began to conceal itself.

A large amount of dark black mist surged out.

Just like before, beneath the castle, she once again transformed into the Red-Clothed Vengeful Spirit.

However, to avoid suspicion, she deliberately hid her red dress.

Since the clone might not be enough, she might as well make a personal appearance.

Come to think of it, she hadn't really properly scared anyone since she came to the Haunted House.

Those previous players almost all reached their limit after seeing the shadow of her clone.

On the other side, as Red Spirit gradually approached, Song Yang involuntarily shivered.

Looking at the dim environment in front of him, he inexplicably thought of the scene he encountered earlier at the Devils Castle.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling he was going to die.

“Something’s wrong!”

“Xiao Tao, we’re not waiting for her anymore!”

“Let’s go!”