Qing Chen was already nearly at the end of his rope.
Ever since leaving the Water Park, he had barely had anything to drink or eat.
The reason he had insisted on carrying the kayak all this way was that it was the only thing that could hold some water. But by the time he reached the slide area, all the water had spilled out while riding the slides. Later, under the effects of mental contamination, Qing Chen had even developed feelings for the kayak.
He dragged the kayak everywhere, used it as a bed, and sometimes did not even realize he was still dragging it along. In his current state, Qing Chen had no chance at all against a well-rested Chen Yu. No—more precisely, it would already be a blessing if he survived.
Yet what Chen Yu had not expected was that even in this state, Qing Chen was still not so easy to catch or kill. The haunted house's entry and exit rules, which had caused Qing Chen the most trouble before, had now become his greatest support. Moonlight spilled silver radiance from afar, paving invisible paths of darkness through the maze for him.
Qing Chen darted back and forth between shadow and light, as if the Haunted House Labyrinth had opened hundreds of doors of color for him. Again and again, he quickly stepped through them, as though descending step by step into an abyss of darkness.
The pain in both his arms traveled through his neurons into his mind, yet he did not feel there was anything wrong with it. At one point, he even wished the pain would come more fiercely.
Only then could he feel that he existed, rather than being part of the amusement park.
At that moment, the Flying Goddess spotted Qing