A Hard-to-Discern Clue
No matter what kind of Dungeon it was, the risks multiplied at night. They still hadn't figured out the Wax Figure Museum's basic rules, so it was best not to linger.
For different reasons, both Xie Ling and Bai Wenxian agreed they should leave. This time, they didn't waste any time and used an item to smash the museum's wall.
Unfortunately, just as underground, their items had no effect on the Wax Figure Museum—at least, not on its outer walls.
"Hee-hee!" A child's laughter came from ahead again, as if luring them over.
"What's going on? Are we not allowed to leave once we're inside?" Xie Ling was both frightened and furious. She worried that the ghost stories told by Players would come true under the Dungeon's power.
"Let's sort this out," Xu Huo said. "When you came out, there were two wax figures in the lounge. One of them was holding a clue envelope, so you thought either Xu Ruosi or Long Aotian had gotten a clue too."
"I think it was Xu Ruosi," Xie Ling said. "Long Aotian's story was pretty ordinary."
"Setting aside how good his story was," Xu Huo continued, "none of the ghost-story events we encountered after coming out matched Long Aotian's story."
"Could it be that things from the stories only appear in the Wax Figure Museum when someone succeeds at the ghost-story challenge?" Xie Ling thought for a moment. "What kind of bizarre setup is that? Are the ghosts in your own story supposed to kill you as a reward?"
"I broke the rules when I came out, so there wasn't a clue-bearing wax figure, but the woman in red dress from my story still appeared," Bai Wenxian said. "That means whether you succeed at the ghost-story challenge doesn't correspond