"Ring—ring—ring—"
As the mountain of flesh moved, it sounded like wind chimes, the sound amplified by microphones on the ceiling and floor, causing the shards of mirror on the ground to tremble incessantly.
The target of the meat mountain was very clear: Mo Yun, who was hiding next to the mirror. The biggest difference between Mo Yun and Xia Chuhe and others was that he did not break the mirror.
The rules for the second round weren't about remaining silent, but about creating continuous echoes when you spoke. Xia Chuhe didn't care about that anymore; she shouted at Mo Yun, "Smash the mirror quickly!"
Her cries, mingled with the gentle tinkling of wind chimes, echoed endlessly through the mirrored corridor. Even so, the Mountain of Flesh didn't even glance at her.
Mo Yun suddenly realized, gritted his teeth, covered his head with one hand, and struck the mirror with the other. The fragile mirror shattered instantly, but the mountain of flesh mercilessly swallowed Mo Yun's striking hand.
At the same time, large and small lumps of flesh surged out again from the shattered mirror, with the small lumps happily rolling towards the large mountain of flesh.
"Ah—" Mo Yun was terrified. His hand, which was being devoured by the mountain of flesh, was completely stuck. Even though the mirror was shattered, the mountain of flesh showed no sign of leaving.
The screams she let out in terror brought Mo Yun another problem.
Unlike Xia Chuhe and the others, Mo Yun belonged to the Silent Valley. He was bound by the rules of the Silent Valley at all times. Without permission from a higher-level rule, Mo Yun rashly spoke, violating the rules of the Silent Valley, and blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices.
Familiarity with the bleeding from all seven orifices and the instinctive response momentarily overwhelmed the fear of the mountain of flesh. Mo Yun instinctively used the hand that was covering his head to write words of repentance on the mirror behind him.
In that instant, Xia Chuhe keenly observed that the movement of the mountain of flesh slowed down.
Is it a coincidence?
If not, why would the Mountain of Flesh's movements slow down?
What is the key to the second level?
Xia Chuhe and the others walked around the mirror corridor, "acting" according to the mirror's requirements, and the focus of "acting" was to express emotions!
And it's an unconventional emotion!
For example, the more afraid you are, the more you should indulge in love, desire, joy, and aversion.
Xia Chuhe glanced quickly at the people around him. Da Shan clenched his fists, looking serious. Li Qiusheng looked around warily, searching for the best escape route, while his own emotions remained calm.
Therefore, of the four, only Mo Yun was the most afraid. However, when Mo Yun faced the familiar sight of blood flowing from all seven orifices, his fear actually lessened.
That's the key!
“Don’t be afraid, treat it with love and desire,” Xia Chuhe said, his voice trembling more and more.
Xia Chuhe hunched his shoulders, his eyes wide as he stared at the mountain of flesh, his body stiff and trembling slightly.
Li Qiusheng immediately noticed her unusual behavior and asked her in a low voice with some concern, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Xia Chuhe's teeth chattered, and he said in a loud voice, "I'm scared."
Li Qiusheng: "???"
The very top of the mountain of flesh trembled, as if turning its head toward Xia Chuhe.
"I...I love it when you treat me like this..." Mo Yun suppressed her fear, gazing tenderly at the mountain of flesh, her voice hoarse as she poured out her heart. After pouring out her heart, she immediately confessed...
Thanks to the roadside mirror, I was able to control my emotions and express the opposite emotions multiple times. At this moment, the reversal of my emotions became effortless.
The mountain of flesh ceased its devouring motion completely, and it slowly released Mo Yun's hand, swaying uncertainly between Mo Yun and Xia Chuhe.
Undoubtedly, Mo Yun was still afraid, but the level of fear had decreased significantly, replaced by another emotion that it found repulsive.
But Xia Chuhe on the other side is experiencing a growing sense of fear, which he finds quite amusing.
The mountain of flesh slowly moved towards Xia Chuhe, while Mo Yun stared in horror at his own hand—the part that had been devoured by the mountain of flesh, where all flesh and blood had disappeared, leaving only white bones.
Mo Yun moved his fingers, which resembled those of the White Bone Demon, then picked up a shard of mirror from the ground. His horrified expression turned to bewilderment. He felt no pain, nor any inconvenience; it was as if they were still the same hands, only the joints were extremely fragile, as if they might break at any moment.
Compared to losing one's life, losing only a hand is a fortunate price to pay.
...
Xia Chuhe's body was still trembling, and the trembling intensified with each passing moment the mountain of flesh got closer to her.
The mountain of flesh spread joyfully to Xia Chuhe's toes, preparing to enjoy the delicious taste of fear. However, things didn't go as planned. It was pierced by the smugness and ecstasy hidden beneath the surface of fear, causing it to tremble all over in pain, and even shaking off some small pieces of flesh.
The small pieces of meat rolled down from the mountain of meat, then slowly and laboriously rolled back up.
The mountain of flesh silently retreated, and Xia Chuhe sensed an almost tangible resentment and confusion.
With Xia Chuhe's explanation to Mo Yun and her personal demonstration just now, Li Qiusheng and Dashan immediately understood how to deal with the mountain of flesh.
Feign fear to lure the mountain of flesh over, then weaken it with the genuine emotion beneath the fear.
Li Qiusheng noticed that the meat mountain's attention was fixed on Xia Chuhe, so he deliberately tried to distract it by whispering, "I'm so scared..."
Xia Chuhe: "..."
I couldn't bear to listen to it.
The echoes of Li Qiusheng played over and over again in the corridor, which was a form of torture for everyone.
The echo made Li Qiusheng so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, too ashamed to look up. To Rou Shan, however, it looked like he was too scared to lift his head.
Thus, the meat mountain rarely tasted the complex emotions of shame, embarrassment, and regret.
The four of them took turns performing, spinning the tall, muscular man around in circles, making him look even worse than a bull in a bullfight.
However, while the Mountain of Flesh was contained, the problem of trapping the four remained unresolved. The Mirror Corridor was a circle; breaking the mirrors would only allow the monsters to crawl out, not create an exit.
The performance was an extremely demanding art. Constantly acting out fear almost completely drained the four women's emotions, making them increasingly numb and reducing the time they could hold the Mountain of Flesh.
Mo Yun slumped against the mirror behind him, the lens that the white bone claw was holding slipped off, the radiant side falling to the ground, revealing the plain and unadorned back.
Mo Yun suddenly realized something strange—all the mirror shards on the ground were facing upwards, with the side that couldn't reflect people all facing downwards.
This situation absolutely cannot be described as a coincidence.
Just like when you randomly scatter dozens of coins, the probability that all of them will land heads up is close to 0.
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