Chapter 35.2 ?

“Xueqing?” Sensing her daze, Ling Guang looked up slightly, feeling a bad premonition, “What’s that expression on your face?”

“…You shouldn’t have told me what you saw,” Fang Xueqing didn’t answer directly, instead, she closed her eyes to calm herself, “No wonder Brother Tang didn’t give any useful information in the fourth round…”

Strong pollution, strong contagion. Unprecedented.

But they didn’t know if this illusion was aggressive; if not, they might still be able to grit their teeth and get through it…

Fang Xueqing thought silently, tentatively walking a few steps forward, reaching out towards where the elevator doors should be—only to have a sharp pain instantly shatter her hopeful thinking.

With a low cry, she quickly withdrew her hand, seeing that her hand had been deeply cut by the exposed sharp teeth.

Blood immediately flowed out, and Fang Xueqing hurriedly pressed the wound, her face turning even paler.

“This is definitely not just an illusion,” she muttered, slowly retreating, “I now really believe the butterfly is the domain master of this urban legend.”

Such terrifying distortion ability, only a domain master would have.

“What now?” Ling Guang warily surveyed the surroundings, taking out a roll of bandages from his bag, expertly tearing it open to wrap Fang Xueqing’s hand, forcing himself to look down and not look at the butterflies flying overhead, “Both of our perceptions are polluted, we can’t take the elevator.”

“But there’s no other way out,” Fang Xueqing whispered, also glancing around, her lips tightly pressed.

In fact, logically, she and Ling Guang shouldn’t be taking the elevator. When they realized something was wrong, they were both in Fang Xueqing’s room, 8201. According to Anxin Gardening’s emergency action guide, the best strategy was to run right towards the stairs, waking up other guests on the same floor to cover their escape.

An elevator, a horror movie staple that often malfunctions, should be avoided in emergencies.

The problem was, they couldn’t avoid it.

They left the room the moment they sensed something was wrong, but the situation outside had already turned upside down. The corridor looked completely different, filled with unsettling red light, unfamiliar guests with animal features, and fluttering butterflies. At the same time, they couldn’t find any familiar guests or rooms.

The stairs at the other end of the corridor were also nowhere to be found. They had circled the corridor several times but couldn’t find any other exit, the only apparent way out was this elevator.

But now, the elevator was gone, replaced by a giant abyssal mouth.

Fang Xueqing didn’t know why the loop was suddenly broken, dropping them from a sightseeing perspective in the first round to this hell mode—but there was no doubt this was closer to the Butterfly Mansion they knew.

A place that traps, torments, tames, and devours its prey.

As if responding to her thoughts, a more chilling sound came from above, as countless butterflies swirled and fell, their open wings turning into sheets of paper covered in writing as they floated down.

Fang Xueqing knew she shouldn’t look at these papers, but her eyes were uncontrollably drawn to them. In just a few glances, several lines of text were imprinted in her mind in a jumbled mess—

?The walls are constricting stomach walls, the eyes in the murals are butterfly eggs.?

?Is your companion really your companion? Are you sure he is the person you know??

?The direction of the butterfly is the real direction. Where the scales are is reality.?

?The Bichon here is really beautiful!?

Wait, what Bichon?

Why did it seem like something strange got mixed in?

Fang Xueqing was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, her thoughts suddenly broke free from the uncontrolled state.

Then she took a deep breath.

“If it really doesn’t work, we can only use the last resort,” she said, pulling out a black notebook from her bag, “I’m not sure how much I can modify the rules, but at least it should get us out of this enclosed space.”

“Are you sure?” Ling Guang seemed a bit skeptical, “The last time you used that thing, you were in a cast for half a month.”

“That’s better than being trapped to death here,” Fang Xueqing gritted her teeth, showing him the blood-stained bandage on her hand, “Do you think that elevator looks usable?”

“I’m not sure… maybe we can think of another way?” Ling Guang pursed his lips, “It’s possible the domain master hid the beneficial rules, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Like Brother Tang, his perception was already affected, but he still managed to leave us a message at the last moment, indicating this state is reversible! We just need to calm down and think…”

He said, lowering his gaze, seeming to be deep in thought. Moments later, he stood up and quickly ran back.

Not long after, he returned under Fang Xueqing’s questioning gaze, holding a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Fang Xueqing asked skeptically, and Ling Guang looked serious.

“It’s the paper that said the elevator is a mouth, I picked it up again. I’m going to study it carefully, you keep an eye on me, if anything seems off, just slap me…”

After speaking, Ling Guang swallowed nervously and focused on the paper again.

Moments later, he gasped, eyes widening slightly.

Fang Xueqing had been observing his expression and immediately tensed up, instinctively asking, “What is it?”

“…The content on this paper has changed,” Ling Guang murmured, looking up, “It changed right before my eyes.”

“?” Fang Xueqing was even more nervous, “Changed to what?”

Ling Guang moved his lips, seemingly at a loss for words.

After a moment, he said softly, “It turned into beautiful lips.”

Fang Xueqing: “…”

Fang Xueqing: “Huh?”

“It’s just, the description on this paper…” Ling Guang struggled to explain, “It became even more bizarre…”

Fang Xueqing grew increasingly confused. Seeing that Ling Guang did not seem to be further affected, she simply took the paper and unfolded it. The moment she fixed her eyes on it, she fell silent for a moment.

On the paper, there were two lines of red, glaring handwriting:

?The stairs are a young yet sincere intestine.?

?The elevator is the gentle smile of a young man in white.?

…Wait, who is the young man in white?

And why is it a young yet sincere intestine…

Such strange expressions. Take another look.

Fang Xueqing pursed her lips, then pursed them again. Finally, she concluded: this place might not be very proper.