This corridor is probably as dangerous as the path to the clock tower guarded by the Hanged Man.

"Have I... been caught in an illusion?" Wen Xishu's expression was grave.

The sides of the corridor were lined with various mirrors: clear, funhouse, cracked, one-way glass.

A thin mist flowed before the mirrors, distorting and warping the reflections. In some mirrors, Wen Xishu and a faceless boy were reflected, their images overlapping.

Wen Xishu realized he was subjected to a spiritual invasion after seeing the reflection in the mirror, no matter how cautious he was...

"Is it the pink dust? Or the sound? Or perhaps the scent?"

Wen Xishu couldn't determine.

"Does this signify that I will eventually merge with Charlie... Will I also become part of the Land of Dust?"

Wen Xishu did not proceed immediately.

In this corridor, each step taken would alter the reflections in the mirrors.

Wen Xishu observed for a while, then took the first step.

With the first step, Wen Xishu suddenly saw the scene in the mirror change.

"Little Tree, this place is no ordinary danger. Let me help you. Come over to me first."

A deep, resonant voice rang out, it was Albert's voice.

Wen Xishu was startled to find Albert not far away, waving at him.

"Hurry over! Don't let the faceless girl spot you!"

"You really are brave, daring to come to such a place. But no worries, this old man can handle these monsters."

Wen Xishu really wanted to go over.

He's already died before, and the possibility of dying here is also very high.

So deep down, Wen Xishu hoped someone could save him.

This hope seemed to take on the form of the principal.

Wen Xishu ignored the principal and took the second step.

At that moment, Huohua said behind him:

"Wow! Look at this white hair, these eyes, this forehead and teeth, I'm going to lick its tongue until it swells!"

Huohua saw a... stunning Samoyed.

But what Wen Xishu saw was Evelyn, Jiang Xue, even Tang Rui and Jennifer... and many others.

All women.

He shook his head:

"Am I suppressing something too?"

Obviously, this second step had something to do with x. But Wen Xishu truly didn't expect that the projection in the mirrors would be all the somewhat attractive women he'd seen...

There were even his fantasies of Aries and Virgo... and Pisces in black silk and white silk, symbolizing black and white yin-yang. Each thigh had a fish tattoo, as if swimming towards somewhere.

Damn, he swore, it seemed as if the scene wasn't from the Three Towers game but from a Three Towers h fan game.

Pisces and Virgo were even kissing. The intellectual Aries and Evelyn then hooked their fingers at him, using beautiful foot arches to make beckoning gestures.

Wen Xishu really hadn't imagined such scenes, he's a pure Tower-sexual.

But... the mirror seemed to actively tempt, drawing out the desires from deep within a person.

If there's no desire, it creates one for you.

"It's a pity, with no camera, otherwise I'd definitely record this."

Wen Xishu didn't dare to look at those R-rated scenes in the mirrors anymore.

Because as a healthy person, looking too long naturally accrues desire.

And the stronger the desire... the more the scenes attract him, making it hard to look away.

Compared to Wen Xishu's restraint, Huohua was far more vicious, already starting to drool wildly.

Luckily, it didn't need to leave here by its own will, it was fixed onto Wen Xishu's back.

It could indulge, after all, Wen Xishu would forcibly take it away.

Wen Xishu took several more steps, finally escaping the world of mirrored desires.

Yet at this point, he saw a scene even more alluring.

Old Jin and Wen Chaohua stood not far away, beckoning him.

"Come here, I'll tell you everything."

"Brother, don't you want to know the truth about the old house?"

"Young friend, don't you want to know the origin of the Bunker? I can tell you everything, come over quickly, the place you're in is too dangerous."

"Brother, you know the authority you have surpasses everything, but do you know how it came to be?"

Old Jin and Wen Chaohua spoke, one sentence after another.

Their words provoked Wen Xishu's thirst for knowledge to the extreme, but Wen Xishu... remained still.

He knew, this was an illusion, though whispers also echoed in his ears, urging him not to think. But his Anti-Magic Value was enough to deal with this level.

However, Wen Xishu had to admit... it really was damn alluring.

He longed for all the ultimate answers.

"Forget it, unless the previous scene's images are added with yours, I'm not crossing over."

As the words fell, Wen Xishu was dumbfounded, the fantasies of the various desired female constellations and female characters from the previous scene suddenly appeared in his sight, standing with Wen Chaohua and Old Jin.

Wen Xishu instinctively covered his mouth. The heart cannot withstand trials.

"Sorry, I was talking nonsense, you played for real, huh."

Wen Xishu dared not look, the scene was too ridiculous.

But just as he prepared to step forward, continuing his path...

He felt something approaching from behind!

The Huohua on his back began howling frantically, attempting to break free of Wen Xishu. Wen Xishu suddenly turned around!

He saw a girl in a school uniform, with long legs showing, approaching Wen Xishu.

This was a faceless girl.

No form, therefore myriad forms.

In his eyes, it was formless, but in Huohua's eyes, it was a beautiful female Samoyed running towards it, aiming for a joyous encounter.

The faceless girl poised for a hug, undoubtedly a deadly embrace.

Wen Xishu directly spread out the arm behind him, the Wall of Rejection suddenly unfurled, slamming the faceless girl open.

The faceless girl tilted her head in confusion, seeming surprised that a person with such concentrated desires would reject her.

Her figure began to dissipate, turning into pink dust.

"Oh!!! No!! My little Sama!"

Huohua cried out in sorrow.

Wen Xishu said:

"Shut up, or I'll throw you back to the clock tower."

Huohua fell silent.

With Wen Xishu's efforts, he finally, with sage-like resolve, reached the end of the corridor.

He had to admit... each stage of desires was very tempting.

Even though he's never dated in the apocalypse, who could refuse such a spectacle?

At the end of the corridor, the reflection in the mirrors changed.

The figures of Wen Xishu and a faceless boy, initially overlapping, now saw Wen Xishu's image gradually fade away.

The boy's figure became clear.

Surrounding the boy were numerous human-shaped but distorted shadows.

They mocked the boy together.

Wen Xishu sighed lightly, not knowing why the boy was being mocked.

But he knew, the boy was likely Charlie.

The scene in the mirror finally faded away, and at the corridor's end, ahead in the line of sight, were no longer countless distorted mirrors...

But a classroom.

Yes, it wasn't a particular school building, but the corridor directly connected to a standalone classroom.

This appeared abrupt and eerie, this also meant that this classroom held memories Charlie could not avoid in his life.

This was a biology classroom.

Wen Xishu pushed open the classroom door and saw such a scene—

At the center of the classroom was an altered anatomy chart, with a lock drawn over the heart.

The private organs were marked with a bright red x.

On the blackboard, it read "Adolescent Education Focus: Restraint and Danger."

On the experiment table was a deformed anatomical model with misplaced organs.

In this scene, Wen Xishu immediately understood the message.

He chuckled mockingly.

"Another set of shame education, huh?"

In Wen Xishu's previous life, it seemed boys and girls in adolescent education both had this issue, where x was treated like a terrible monster, an evil.

Attitudes toward such matters were as absurd as certain novel websites' reviews.

Clearly it was a topic to be discussed openly and straightforwardly, yet it had people suppressed to the point where exposing an arm brought thoughts of beds, to that severe extent.

A locked heart, Wen Xishu speculated, was likely "the lock of shame," making people afraid to acknowledge their inner desires. Thinking some things were utterly shameful. Unmentionable.

Yet clearly, the continuation of life derives from this.

Wen Xishu had a bad feeling, maybe under such education... leading to the ridicule Charlie faced, was related to this.

If true... such a big environment would indeed cause an indelible psychological shadow on a child.

Wen Xishu looked around the classroom, deciding to begin searching for tools.

He had a hunch, perhaps that lock... could be opened.