Xiao Cheng didn't consider himself to have much artistic talent, nor did he have the leisure to visit art museums, especially one called the "Death Museum."
But that didn't work; the tour guide had already started directing them to line up.
"Stand still, make sure you form two neat rows!" The tour guide stood at the front, adjusting the formation, and after a long while, nodded in satisfaction. "That's good! Dear tourists, you are the best group I've ever led!"
Xiao Cheng felt suffocated. She took a deep breath and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She tugged at Fang He and said, "Why don't you work a little harder and look for any bugs? Even if it means destroying this instance."
"What bug? I'm the biggest bug here." Fang He shrugged helplessly. "Be content, I didn't open the dungeon."
"Are you sure you won't turn into the woman in green? You swear, you said players don't lie to players." Xiao Cheng confirmed again and again, after all, she was confident that facing Fang He like that, she could only pray for a quick death.
"No, I swear, I'm telling you, players don't lie to players." Fang He sincerely raised three fingers.
The so-called Museum of Fatal Strike appeared suddenly before them, looking like a mirage, ethereal and unreal.
The tour guide walked at the front, hopping around innocently, her twin ponytails swaying back and forth.
"Don't get separated! This is a very mysterious art museum!" she exclaimed in an exaggerated voice. "This will definitely be an unforgettable experience for you!"
Inside the art museum, countless colorful bubbles floated in the air, colliding and squeezing against each other before bursting open with a pop, scattering specks of paint.
Many blank picture frames hang on the wall, with metal plaques attached to the bottom of the frames, bearing the names of the artists and brief descriptions of the works.
The tour guide stood in front of a picture frame, cupping his face in his hands in a look of utter admiration: "It's so beautiful! So beautiful that words can't describe it! If someone doesn't know how to appreciate this painting, then their very existence is an insult!"
Xiao Cheng: "..." What kind of new painting is this?
Then the tour guide suddenly turned around, looked at her, and asked softly, "What did you see? Tourist number 1, I look forward to your insights."
Xiao Cheng: "...I saw beauty." Beauty in vain.
"Anything else?" the tour guide asked expectantly.
"Besides beauty..."
Xiao Cheng glanced quickly at the plaque below the frame. The artist's name was Xiao Shuai, and the subject of the painting was a firebird.
“And resilience,” Xiao Cheng replied with certainty.
The tour guide didn't comment on her answer. A strange smile appeared on her face, and then she turned her head to admire the blank picture frame on the wall again.
"It's so beautiful," she sighed, lost in thought. "Your understanding is still somewhat lacking... Go and experience it more deeply, after all, practice makes perfect."
Xiao Cheng was about to ask how to deeply understand it when, in the next instant, a huge hand reached out from the picture frame and, with lightning speed, pulled her into the painting.
Xiao Cheng: "..." Gan Lin's mother, did you hear that, tour guide? It's me, Gan Lin's mother!
Fortunately, she wasn't alone. Like pulling up a radish and bringing out the mud along with it, Fang He was the mud that came along with it.
The large hand pulled her into the painting and then vanished instantly. Before her was a narrow, winding corridor, just wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side.
The corridor was silent, with dim lights flickering intermittently, creating an eerie atmosphere.
"What kind of place is this?" Xiao Cheng frowned and looked around.
“I don’t know, but judging from the echo, it’s a sealed space.” Fang He tapped the wall with his finger. “It’s solid. Let’s walk forward and see.”
The corridor wasn't long, and we soon reached the corner.
"This place is perfect for playing the Four Corners game; the digital humans will be ecstatic," Xiao Cheng remarked. "And who is Xiao Shuai, you ask?"
Fang He pondered for a moment: "This man is called Xiao Shuai, and that woman is called Xiao Mei."
Xiao Cheng: "..." Okay, shut up.
I walked around four or five times, but nothing happened. I didn't even hear a bird call, let alone a bird.
"Are we just going to be stuck here forever?" Xiao Cheng tried pushing the wall. "What if the wall suddenly closes up on both sides and crushes us into a pulp? Or what if some monster suddenly appears? After all, this corridor is really perfect for a chase."
"Is there any necessary connection between these two things and the firebird?" Fang He asked with some doubt.
"It's as if this corridor has any connection to the firebird." Xiao Cheng simply stopped walking and squatted down to examine the fine cracks on the wall.
Then Fang He suddenly grabbed her and shoved her back hard: "Run!"
Xiao Cheng stumbled from the push and instinctively ran quite a distance before belatedly asking, "What happened!"
Fang He blocked her path from behind, pushing her forward: "As you wish, the chase has begun!"
Xiao Cheng then noticed that, in addition to the footsteps of the two of them, there was another strange sound in the corridor, like a cane being pounded on the ground, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, very fast.
She glanced back briefly, her gaze passing over Fang He's shoulder, and finally saw what was chasing them.
It's a turkey.
To be precise, it was a turkey that had been gutted and was just about to go into the oven. Its head and feet had already been chopped off, and it was frantically flipping its two flared bridles, chasing after them at a distance that wasn't too close or too far.
"Damn it! Turkey is turkey! Why use such a fancy name like firebird!" Xiao Cheng was on the verge of tears. She finally understood what the tour guide's last laugh meant; he was laughing at her for being a fool.
“You said you saw beauty,” Fang He added, “and resilience.”
"Are you done yet! If you have this energy, why don't you finish this yourself!" Xiao Cheng sped up. "Let's flank them!"
But her plan fell apart at the next intersection.
The second, completely naked turkey was guarding the spot.
“We’re surrounded,” Fang He said seriously.
“Two turkeys aren’t insurmountable.” Xiao Cheng simply stopped running and stood with Fang He on either side, facing off against the two turkeys.
Dede dede, dede dede.
The turkeys charged toward them at breakneck speed, the sound of bones hitting the ground echoing for a long time, as if countless turkeys were crowding the entire U-shaped corridor.
Then Xiao Cheng actually saw it: new turkeys were continuously emerging from the corners at both ends of the corridor.
The two fell silent for a moment.
"When did you develop the ability to jinx your luck?" Fang He asked very sincerely.
Xiao Cheng didn't want to talk; she'd rather beat up a turkey right now.
As the flock of turkeys drew closer, the two slowly leaned against the wall to avoid being attacked from both sides. Suddenly, Xiao Cheng touched a very discreet protrusion and instinctively pressed it down.
There was a creaking sound.
An extremely narrow hidden door was opened in the opposite wall.
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