How "Useful" Chang Xi Was

It was not only Fireworks of Romance who realized this problem; Chang Xi realized it as well.

They were not too far from the exit—at most, they could reach it within a minute. But with the ticking sounds around them multiplying and overlapping, their condition would not last even a minute.

Once she realized this, Chang Xi decisively came up with a new response.

As the Blank Scroll unfurled before her once more, the Formless Brush in her hand swept rapidly across the paper.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

Amid a series of heavy thuds, three massive boxes of varying sizes and materials appeared out of thin air, their openings facing downward as they covered both of them.

As darkness instantly descended around them, Chang Xi did not stop. With a rapid flick of her wrist, a wooden floor formed beneath them.

A stone box, an iron box, and a wooden box enclosed them like matryoshka dolls. The three layers formed a chain of soundproof walls, completely shutting out the ticking that sounded like a life-claiming talisman.

In just a few seconds, the area around Fireworks of Romance and Chang Xi became utterly silent.

Inside the pitch-black, unbearably stuffy wooden box, the only sounds were their breathing.

Sitting on the floor with her back against the wooden wall, Fireworks of Romance could clearly sense that, now that the deadly ticking had been completely blocked out, the strange itch on her face was slowly fading with time.

Although things had improved, Fireworks of Romance still did not dare touch her cheeks just yet. She was afraid she would feel a handful of tentacles or something...

The Crimson King growing from her forehead earlier had already left a psychological scar on her. Now this had happened too. How much psychological damage was this going