Even Broken Mirrors Take the Fallen Path Now?!

Upon hearing that something terrifying and exciting was happening, a large number of viewers who were initially uninterested rushed to Hua Subai's live stream.

They remembered that the two red-clad ghosts sitting at the table with the enigmatic flower were actually two missing strategists who hadn't shown up at the gathering.

After Gu Xing brought this up, the audience went to the live streams of the two strategists and, unsurprisingly, found their screens completely black. They had been marked as "dead" by the system, or deemed to have excessive alienation and were beyond saving.

This kind of thing is actually quite common.

The alienation level is a statistic that accompanies each deducer from the moment they receive their Persona Mask until their death.

The more one comes into contact with powerful and bizarre things, the more one will be corrupted. At first, it affects emotions, then personality and character, and then external manifestations of alienation begin to appear, gradually moving away from the realm of humanity and becoming a monster with a dissected soul.

Once rationality is completely lost and one begins to be assimilated by the monster's mindset, the system will determine that one has lost the qualification of a deducer and will be forever trapped in the current deduction Yugi, becoming fear itself.

At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether the two red-clad ghosts had transformed due to their mutation or died.

If it's the latter—which would be absolutely terrifying—many psychologists believe that if one is driven to desperation, death would be the best outcome, because death would end all suffering.

All Yugi instances where even death offers no escape become nightmares for the solvers.

The audience also wanted to see what the situation was between the two red-clad figures transformed from the strategist.

Also—will the top-ranked flower on the list deliver a spectacular performance?

Viewers who rushed to Hua Subai's live stream were immediately startled by the eerie color scheme.

Yu Xing's side only had a "dark world filter" added, but unexpectedly, Hua Da Lao's side had a ghastly green hue.

The location is also Never Forget Dwelling the second floor of Buwangju.

The wooden walls and pillars were covered with bloody handprints, streaks of blood, messy and sticky. Large pools of blood covered the floor, making it look like a blood room shrouded in green light and shadow.

The crimson hue reflected into the darkness, making the overall atmosphere even more oppressive.

That viscous, rich, dark green color creates a stagnant feeling, as if you're sinking into it, every step slow and sluggish, like walking on slime, the kind where you can't escape even if you encounter danger.

Soon, the new audience members realized that this was not an illusion.

Boss Hua did indeed walk very slowly, taking one step at a time.

He seemed to be breathing slightly heavily, and didn't look relaxed.

At this moment, the live stream's perspective was synchronized with what the strategist saw; viewers could only see Hua Subai slowly walking towards the first private room, which happened to be the one Yu Xing had entered.

What happened to him? Why did he walk so heavily?

[Ah... new audience members, you'll see when he bends his head.]

[Where's the rift? Where are the two red-clad ghosts? I haven't seen either of them. I thought there would be a battle.]

[Ah... newcomer, the battle is over.]

[???]

Just as the newlyweds were filled with doubts, Hua Subai on the screen had already reached the door of the private room. He seemed a little tired, bent over slightly, and finally lowered his head to support his knees and exhale.

Then two shattered and reformed White Ghost suddenly appeared, their necks bent at exaggerated angles, their eyeballs missing from their dark sockets, blood gushing from the corners of their eyes. Even so, one could still feel a palpable, tangible resentment in their gaze, fixed intently on the screen!

No, it should be that he was staring intently into Hua Subai's eyes.

Hua Subai shifted his legs.

One of the ghostly faces moved, its hand, with each finger twisted off, gripping Hua Subai's trouser leg tightly, its mouth, with its tongue cut out, gaping open in a silent scream.

At this moment, the audience suddenly realized that the reason why Boss Hua was walking so slowly was because both of his legs were being held by the red-clothed ghost!

What's going on?!

[It's a bit ridiculous... When it got foggy, a paper figure came to serve the food, but the table was already too full, and there was no place for the food the paper figure was carrying, so the ceramic-headed waiter got angry.]

[It said that failing to serve the food would ruin the prepared feast and there would be consequences; this was probably a mandatory condition, like the gathering itself. Suddenly, Hua swept everything off the table with one arm.] (鮘)

[The food was ready to be served, but the red-clothed ghosts went mad and tried to bite him. And somehow, roses suddenly started popping out of the mouths of the two red-clothed ghosts, startling the rift.]

[At this moment, Boss Hua glanced into the fog, suddenly said that someone had called him an idiot, and then laughed happily... I didn't hear it, anyway.]

[???]

[After the fog dissipated, only flowers and cracks remained on the second floor. The two people in red were gone, and the light effect was a ghastly green. They had received a note and were preparing to look for clues, so they separated.]

[Just then, the red-clad ghost suddenly reappeared out of thin air and attacked Boss Hua, and as you all saw, it ended up like this.]

[The Flower Boss turned their tongues into flowers, broke their necks, broke their hands, gouged out their eyes, and ripped out their hearts...]

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I declare that this beggar must be on the fallen line. It's too outrageous. Has Pojing also taken the fall line now!!!] Ruan

[I didn't expect that even after all this, the red-clothed ghosts still hadn't dissipated. They looked to be in great pain, but their resentment towards Boss Hua only intensified, which is why they're clinging to my trouser leg like this now.]

[Boss Hua tried it, but it seems the red-clothed ghost really can't be killed, so he simply gave up and just brought it along.]

[I'm starting to doubt Witch Doctor said. How could someone of this level have an aura of death about them and be on the verge of dying?]

[I was just thinking, this person always seemed so calm and good-tempered before, but it turns out it was all an act. He changes so much when he's alone, it's terrifying!]

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

A liquid, possibly water or blood, was dripping from the cracks in the roof. Hua Subai ignored it, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the person behind him.

He caught a glimpse of a paper effigy and a ceramic head.

Those things kept following him, but seemed to want to remain undetected.

He had no interest in what the live stream was like. The reason he had acted so violently and bloodily was simply because those two bastards had specifically asked him to sit at this table, preventing him from performing in front of Yu Xing. He was just venting, and the audience's reaction was not a concern for him.

Anyway, his usual demeanor isn't for show; Yu Xing is his only audience.

Those two in red are really funny...

The violence within him found its outlet in this oppressive environment. A flash of crimson light appeared in Hua Subai's eyes as he kicked open the door to the private room.

The red-clad ghost, refusing to let go, was slammed against the door. It briefly fell to the ground, then immediately lunged at him with a silent groan, clinging completely to him.

"Jealous?" Hua Subai grinned, dragging them into the private room, his voice like a devil's whisper, "You can't leave, so you're jealous of the still-living deducers, are you?"

"Just like that guy who stormed into the clothing store?"

"It's a pity that it disappeared before it could even grow a new face and be recognized by others."

"Even when it disappeared, the impression it left behind was the hateful look in the eyes of its fellow strategists."

The pale green light flickered silently, and the ceramic head stood quietly not far behind Hua Subai, listening to Hua Subai's sickly murmurs.

Upon hearing the word "face," it instinctively touched its own face.

It only touched a smooth piece of ceramic.

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