Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 332 - 326: Nightingale and Rose 28

She turned her head and jumped onto the back of the Flower Selling Ghost: "Carry me."

Flower Selling Ghost: "?? Why should I carry you? Can’t your man carry you?"

Yuze’s face slightly eased at these words, just as he was about to say something.

Josh rolled his eyes: "One carries one, stop fussing."

She surprisingly didn’t argue, which made Yuze feel even more invigorated.

The four of them continued to move forward.

As they ventured further in, the spiral-shaped bloody streaks on the surrounding walls and floor became denser.

These spiral-shaped bloody streaks seemed to spiral and tighten deeper and deeper, while the corridor resembled a trumpet continuously narrowing and shrinking.

An idea flashed in Josh’s mind; she lay on the ghost’s back, closed her eyes, and allowed the ghost to carry her forward. In no time, the dizzy feeling had indeed improved significantly.

She turned her head towards Yuze: "Captain, it’s visual dizziness, but this passageway amplifies that dizzying feeling. As long as you close your eyes, you won’t feel dizzy."

Hearing this, Yuze closed his eyes and continued forward, and the dizziness indeed reduced noticeably.

But with it came a new problem, this corridor seemed endless, no matter how far they walked, they couldn’t find the end.

Josh thought for a moment and asked the ghost to put her down.

She looked at Yuze: "Since there’s no end to this path, there must be another way out. Continuing like this is not a solution."

Yuze slightly frowned, threw Yushi to the side, and fiercely scratched the wall with his cat claw blades, carving a huge gash into the wall as if it were tofu.

What was revealed made the timid players behind scream out involuntarily.

There were people hidden in the walls, with eyes wide open, staring straight at them.

Josh stared at those things and suddenly realized: "It must be something like a curtain!"

She calculated quickly and pointed in a direction: "Towards there, hit it with all your strength, and we can get out."

Without a word, Yuze launched three fierce slashes in the direction Josh pointed.

With a cracking sound, the entire corridor collapsed with a roar.

They were not in a corridor at all, but inside a rolling sphere, with the inner walls of the sphere being like a stomach that slowly absorbed its prey, integrating the gradually unresisting victims into the walls, slowly digesting them.

The corridor was painted on the sphere’s inner wall by someone, who deliberately used this realistic painting technique to confuse people’s senses.

They followed the spiral blood streaks’ guidance and felt dizzy, and as the sphere kept spinning, this dizziness deepened continuously!

The direction Josh pointed at was the pivot supporting the sphere’s rotation.

After breaking the sphere, the real workshop was finally revealed.

"Oh my God! Are those living people?"

"Damn, this is so freaking disgusting!"

"Isn’t this supposed to be a workshop? Why do I feel like I’ve entered some strange place?"

In the huge, empty workshop, the floor and walls were polluted by various paints, making it impossible to tell the original colors.

Throughout the spacious room, easels and plaster models stood in groups.

The life-sized plaster models were covered with white liquid, barely exposing faint facial contours.

Under the dim light, these plaster models assumed extremely strange, twisted postures devoid of beauty, resembling more of a struggle, desperately trying to peel off the plaster from their bodies.

Some plaster models strained to open their mouths wide, fiercely facing the ceiling, like people whose mouths and noses are covered, suffering to the extreme, struggling fiercely for just a breath of air.

The entire workshop was suffused with a suffocating atmosphere.

Merely staring at these plaster figures made some people inhale deeply, unconsciously empathizing with the suffocating sensation of the plaster figures having their mouths and noses covered.

The truly hair-raising part was that many of these plaster figures were still slowly changing positions, ever so slowly, as if afraid of startling something.

The Flower Selling Ghost, terrified, moved closer to Josh: "So creepy! There’s definitely no normal person in this town!"

"Hey! With so many easels around, shouldn’t we just take these easels?"

One player suggested, yet no one dared to be the first to touch these stands.

Everyone wasn’t a newbie, who knows what consequences touching these easels might bring.

These plasters are still moving; taking an easel and activating these plaster statues would be a loss.

"What should we do? Isn’t there anyone willing to try? We’ve come all this way, we can’t just be stuck here, right?"

"Yeah, we have to find a solution, right? Whether we take them or not, we need some way out, right?"

"But... even if we don’t take them out, isn’t it the same to paint here? After all, Rose only wants the painting, not the easel."

"What’s the difference? The main issue is that no one dares to touch these things."

After a while of deadlock, someone couldn’t help but glance at Josh’s team, speaking softly: "Since we don’t know if it will work, why not give it a try? At least a stronger team should try, right? Even if something happens, they can retreat in time, unlike us, if we try wrong, we’re dead."

"Yeah, it would be great if a powerful team was willing to try."

"Exactly, exactly."

"The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. We don’t mind, but stronger teams wanting first-pass rewards should make more effort, right? They can’t rely on us little ones to do everything, and then they just come to pick up the scraps, can they?"

"Right, if I had that ability, I would have rushed forward immediately, why would I be stuck here for so long?"

"Having strength without self-awareness, that’s not proactive at all."

Many people, intentionally or not, looked at the Golden Shit Stirrer trio.

Yushi got a bit angry: "A bunch of cowards! They don’t dare and want us to test the waters."

Yuze initially wanted to try, but now suddenly didn’t feel like acting.

Josh sneered, coldly sweeping a glance over them: "Some people, with no skills and little courage, want others to take the fall and still stand on moral high ground to accuse others."

The crowd’s faces turned unsightly; among them, the seven people who got crippled by Josh the day before, hidden in the group, wished they could tear her mouth apart right there.

Josh swept a cold glance towards them.

Those seven quickly lowered their heads.

Josh couldn’t be bothered to drag down her instance progress for the sake of arguing with a group.

She shouted loudly into the room: "Is anyone here in the workshop?"

"Who is it..." A man’s effeminate voice sounded, making one’s skin crawl.

The shrill, eerie voice resembled something out of a horror movie soundtrack, perfect for dubbing weeping female ghosts.

Surely, someone was there.

Josh directly stated the purpose of their visit: "We are here to rent art supplies."

"Oh? Renting art supplies? Besides me, anyone else in this town knows how to paint?" The sound of a man’s footsteps approached.