Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 331 - 325: Nightingale and Rose 27

The man recalled what he had just said, a trace of panic flashing across his face, and quickly drove him out of the Illusion Realm.

In the hotel room, Yuze, who was lying on the floor, suddenly opened his eyes, a deep meaning crossing his dark eyes.

As expected, he managed to uncover some clues.

Last time in the Ancient Castle instance, the encounter between the Mermaid King and Sisi was already very suspicious.

He didn’t know what the Mermaid King was trying to do, but the hidden bosses in these instances almost all had the same obvious intention: to trap Josh in the game forever.

They didn’t even know Josh but developed an extremely intense desire and possessiveness towards her.

This simply didn’t make sense.

Moreover, Sisi even carried that person’s power.

Yuze sat up, looking at the sleeping person on the bed under the moonlight from outside.

Josh seemed much fairer than when she first joined the team, the sallow tint on her face due to malnutrition completely gone, her cheeks fuller, reflecting the look a young girl her age should have.

When she slept, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists beside her head—silly and cute.

His heart softened immensely, the heart in his chest beating uncontrollably and wildly again.

This was the child he fed every day with fresh food, the person destined to have a hundred percent soul compatibility with him, and the Master An he cherished as a rare gem.

She was his one and only Master An.

Their souls were each other’s halves, and their loyalty could only belong to one another in this life.

She and he were the closest people in this world, even beyond blood relations with parents.

But his Master An was too young, sometimes he felt she was like a blank slate unversed in the ways of the world, completely ignorant of interstellar common knowledge, spiritual power users, strong attackers, and the information between Master An and others, just like a child.

Yet in the instances, she was remarkably adept and precise regarding tactics, insight into human nature, strategic layouts, and appeared well beyond her years in her eyes’ combat frenzy and finesse.

Strong attackers contracted by a Master An naturally developed love and care towards their Master An.

He treasured her too much and adhered strictly to moral boundaries, daring not to tarnish her pure spiritual world before she came of age, yet constantly faced attempts from entities within the instances—neither human nor real—to covet, touch, and try to take her away.

A bunch of lowly, filthy things, how dare they?!

The spiritual power level in the room instantly surged to a new peak, the room temperature dropping to freezing along with his oppressive aura.

Yuze felt the turmoil of the spiritual power in his Spiritual Sea.

Josh’s hair on the side of her face was lifted by the turbulent air of spiritual power.

She seemed a bit cold, curling and shifting positions, her face accidentally pressed onto Yuze’s nearby hand.

A bit uncomfortable, Josh frowned slightly, unconsciously rubbed her face, tightened the quilt, and continued to sleep.

The turmoil in the Spiritual Sea was smoothed out in an instant.

The freezing room temperature rose again.

Yuze’s dark eyes locked onto that breathtakingly beautiful small face, the fury in his eyes eventually subdued, hidden beneath the roiling undercurrent.

*

When Josh woke up fully rested, daylight was already bright outside.

According to Rose’s request from last night, all players should be heading to the art studio in the small town today.

Once Josh got up, everyone was basically awake.

Yuze was talking with Yushi, the Flower Selling Ghost was trampled under Yuze’s foot, her face silently streaming with tears.

Seeing Josh coming down the stairs, the ghost’s eyes lit up, almost pouncing onto her and calling her dad.

Josh’s mouth twitched slightly: "Let’s go. It’s time to set off."

Yuze saw her and nodded.

The group left the inn, finding quite a few people on the street.

The small town had just two streets, divided into left and right.

Once one group found the place, others could notice and follow inside.

Josh and the others arrived at the art studio’s entrance.

The studio didn’t look big from outside, but upon pushing the door open, inside was, unsurprisingly, a dark and gloomy style.

Walls and floors were black, with enormous framed paintings embedded in the walls, the content bizarre and eye-catching, mostly comprising exaggerated human body organs or parts made out of simple paints, brushes, etc.

The entry corridor had circles of red paint like blood, spreading outwards extending into the darkness.

As soon as Josh entered, she felt as if she was stepping on rippling water, her head spinning, feeling somewhat lightheaded.

Many who had arrived earlier leaned against the wall in a daze, unable to stand steady.

"Damn, what’s going on? My head feels so dizzy!"

"Do you feel like the ground is moving too? Not just the ground, even the walls are moving; it really makes me dizzy."

"Yes! Can’t stand straight at all. What’s going on? Is it an illusion realm or what?"

Some simply slumped to the ground, unmoving.

Yuze frowned slightly, still maintaining some clarity, but Yushi staggered like he drank bad liquor.

Josh could barely stand, stumbling forward but held upright by Yuze grabbing her collar.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the persistent dizziness.

She could only cling tightly to Yuze to barely keep herself steady.

"What’s this sticky stuff?!"

"So disgusting!"

Someone screamed.

Josh glanced over, seeing a player collapsed on the ground, sunk into it, lifting a hand and finding strings of goo as if the ground had some sticky stuff adhering to people.

Everyone quickly stepped back.

Some could retreat neatly, but those who had stayed longer were already glued to the ground, the more they struggled, the deeper they sank.

Not just the ground; the walls also turned sticky.

Yuze spoke in a deep voice: "It’s the ground; we can’t stay too long, we must keep moving."

Now, no one could stand still relying on the ground for too long.

But without the walls’ support, many could not stand steadily and retreated in panic, only to discover the once properly open door was locked tightly, unable to open.

This meant they could only keep moving forward.

"What to do now?"

"I still have teammates outside who haven’t come in yet!"

"Should’ve waited for everyone to go in together!"

Yushi lay uncomfortably on Yuze: "I feel like puking."

Yuze: "...A puke on me costs thirty million points."

Yushi’s back instantly straightened, forcing down the nausea.

Josh nonchalantly surveyed the surroundings: "There’s clearly no scent, nor toxic gas detected; what is going on? No spiritual power attack, not even any noise."

Yuze scanned the hallway: "Let’s try moving forward first; staying here isn’t a solution."

Josh nodded.