Xia Chuhe had already experienced the most terrifying scenario: in a loveless hell.
All her friends left her, and the whole world wished for her death.
Xia Chuhe's finger hovered over the mirror's surface, his gaze fixed on the frame below. He didn't want to write, didn't want to write his true thoughts on the mirror, in the copy.
However, one of the rules states that "mirrors and confessional walls have the same effect," and one of the additional conditions for a confessional wall is that falsehoods cannot be written on it.
Xia Chuhe has personally experienced the things she fears most, and even broken the curse of the loveless hell. She can face her fears head-on.
She slowly wrote down her greatest fear on the mirror.
Li Qiusheng didn't think too much about it; he had already written down his biggest fear—being imprisoned and losing his freedom.
Mo Yun lowered his eyes, seemingly having finished writing as well. Li Qiusheng stood between him and Xia Chuhe, preventing them from clearly seeing what the other had written.
Da Shan was on the other side of Xia Chuhe, and had not yet started.
When the "black light" on the picture frame kept flashing, urging Dashan, she quickly wrote down the four words "sister died".
She wrote only four characters, very quickly and in a very messy manner.
Four hastily written characters caught Xia Chuhe's eye, and it took her a while to figure out what they meant.
After fulfilling the mirror's request, the mirror that was blocking the way moved to both sides, leaving a path for the four people to continue forward.
After walking a short distance, another mirror appeared blocking the way, but this time the mirror's requirements had changed.
Mo Yun's perspective:
Please respond to the scene in the mirror with a passionate tone (in role-playing, the rules of the scene override all other rules).
The words on the mirror were a hint to Mo Yun that he could briefly break free from the rules of Silent Valley and speak.
With this benefit, Mo Yun was already feeling grateful to the mirror even before she started watching the specific scene, her emotions at their peak, and joy was evident on her face.
The blurry scene in the mirror gradually became clear—
A giant-like figure cornered the weak and helpless Mo Yun against the wall, his fingers reaching into Mo Yun's mouth and pinching his tongue.
The speaker around the frame, with its excellent sound transmission, rang out alone, its echo removed: "Ha, you weak insect, I will rip out your tongue and silence you forever!"
"Ah—" Mo Yun licked her dry lips as her vocal cords, which had not vibrated for a long time, produced a hoarse sound.
The dark cloud in the mirror also stuck out its tongue, which swept across the giant's fingers, causing the giant to frown in confusion.
The synchronized action reflected in the mirror made Mo Yun scratch his head awkwardly, his prepared enthusiasm greatly diminished, and even the flirtatious words he uttered sounded particularly dry: "Pull out my tongue? Hmm~ Your idea is far too simplistic. My voice is etched into every fold of your brain. Don't be afraid of my words, don't use fear to mask your vulnerability... You can do as you please, but one day, you will kneel at my feet and beg me to speak again..."
Mo Yun's finger swept across the air, passing over the giant's massive arm.
The giant was completely dumbfounded, not understanding what Mo Yun meant.
Mo Yun, however, looked refreshed and extremely satisfied. It felt so good to speak; she had to say a long passage at once to make the most of this rare opportunity.
Li Qiusheng, standing next to him, squinted at Mo Yun, never expecting that beneath his seemingly fragile and obedient exterior lay a heart brimming with sassiness!
Mo Yun was about to continue his performance, trying to spout as much nonsense as possible. Suddenly, a large green checkmark appeared on the mirror, and the mirror quickly moved to the side.
Mo Yun had no choice but to shut up with great regret, looking at Li Qiusheng's mirror with anticipation. He had completely forgotten that when the first obstacle mirror appeared, his greatest fear was to have his tongue pulled out and never be able to speak again.
From Li Qiusheng's perspective: Please respond to the following scenarios with a tone full of love (in role-playing, the rules of the scenario override all other rules).
A lock on the ground was opened, and the door was lifted, revealing a dark tunnel filled with doors. Just watching the unlocking and opening of doors took up most of Li Qiusheng's patience.
Li Qiusheng clenched his fist, suppressing the urge to smash the mirror, and tried hard to recall the blue sky, white clouds, grassland, and lake he had only seen in the dungeon... earnestly cultivating his feelings of love.
Finally, behind countless doors, a dimly lit small room appeared. In the center of the room was a large iron cage, and inside the cage was a person chained all over.
Li Qiusheng looked closely and realized that the person was himself!
Li Qiusheng: "..."
Egypt, love it!
They're gone!
I can't love her at all!
Xia Chuhe, who was watching from the sidelines, reacted quickly, grabbed Li Qiusheng, patted her shoulder, pointed to the ceiling, pointed to the floor, and pointed to Li Qiusheng's heart.
Although Li Qiusheng couldn't understand what Xia Chuhe meant by "the sky is high and the sea is wide, and freedom is in one's heart," his restless and angry heart strangely calmed down after seeing Xia Chuhe's gesture.
Li Qiusheng suddenly remembered a long time ago, when she and her boss had just left the base for a mission. After she turned into dust, she took her boss and ran away. The surrounding area was an endless expanse of sand, and they had no obstacles along the way. Her boss asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted freedom.
Actually, she didn't quite understand what freedom was.
But looking back, running freely and unrestrained meant freedom to her. If the environment for running could have been more beautiful, that would have been even better.
Li Qiusheng expressed his love and longing for freedom, and the mirror, which had presented a difficult problem, made way for her.
Xia Chuhe's perspective:
Please deliver your lines in a tone of disgust in response to the scene in the mirror.
The scene in the mirror was half a replica of the hell of lovelessness, with countless people kneeling on the ground, begging Xia Chuhe to give up her life and ask her to die.
Xia Chuhe's face darkened because of that different other half—
Her companions, the companions she lost in the loveless hell, each one almost like a ghost, floated behind her, each with a peaceful face and an aura of death.
Anger surged within Xia Chuhe's chest.
She developed the same desire as Li Qiusheng—to smash the mirror, to shatter it!
However, her hand was held by Li Qiusheng, who pointed to his pale face in the mirror, then to his rosy face in reality, and gave Xia Chuhe a reassuring smile.
Xia Chuhe took a deep breath and, like Li Qiusheng, shifted his focus.
Li Qiusheng transfers his love to freedom, while Xia Chuhe... will never treat a friend with hatred.
Her tone was calm: "The collective clamor is nothing but a chorus of cowards, hiding in the shadows of anonymity and projecting individual despair, yet they still dare to try to drown my existence with their spittle. You have no right to define my life. My life is not for a bunch of echo chambers who cannot think independently to judge. Look in the mirror and see yourselves as maggots hammered by life. Oh, and don't forget to save your energy to cure your own impotent rage."
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