Qing Chen organized his thoughts for a long ti, with only these two pieces of information indicating the location of the roller coaster.
But now, it’s left one mont, right the next, where do you even complain? You can’t just jump out of it.
Wait, is this roller coaster area just like all the current amusent zones, does it move?
What thing moves left at one mont and right the next?
If these two pieces of information aren’t a paradox, it ans the roller coaster area truly can move.
Qing Chen lay on the rubber boat and looked at the sky...
He suddenly turned his head to look at the obedient ghost child sitting beside him: "Moon, sun?"
The ghost child nodded.
Qing Chen asked again: "Shadow?"
The ghost child nodded again.
Qing Chen laughed: "Good boy."
It wasn’t that the ghost child had wisdom and answered Qing Chen.
But rather, Qing Chen’s own subconscious provided the answer to himself.
He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, with only a sliver of reason remaining unpolluted, because Yang Yang was still waiting for him to return.
He had to survive and return.
Qing Chen laughed and closed his eyes, sleeping for 8 hours until dawn broke, then he opened his eyes. At that mont, he stood up and clearly saw the left maze wall casting a ’pathway’ of shadows into the passageway under the sunlight.
So, that’s why amusent park notices sotis say the roller coaster is on the left, and sotis on the right.
Because he has to walk within this shadow to avoid being affected by the chaotic spatial rules and find the path to the roller coaster area!
Previously, he constantly tried every possibility, with the path changing over ten thousand tis without repetition, precisely because he was crossing the boundary of shadow and non-shadow areas.
Qing Chen burst into laughter, tears nearly streaming down: "So it really is like this."
No wonder the exhaustive thod couldn’t deduce the path; once he crossed a shadow or touched one but didn’t continuously walk within it, space kept shifting.
Qing Chen dragged the rubber boat, walking in the shadow, this ti advancing three hundred ters before retreating along the sa route; yes, the path has never changed again.
During this ti, he confird, it’s fine if his body occasionally leaves the shadow, as long as his footsteps stay in the shadow, the ghost house will judge he’s still on the correct path!
He quickly moved, leaping across areas where the shadow broke off.
After walking for four hours, he suddenly turned back and found the ghost child’s eyes had changed from black to red.
Qing Chen: "Is my spirit pollution already severe?"
The ghost child nodded.
"Am I going to die?"
The ghost child nodded again.
"If I find the true maze area in ti and throw the Blessing Card to the guarding lizard, can I remain safe for a while?"
The ghost child nodded once more.
Qing Chen: "Understood."
To outsiders, he seed like he was talking to the air.
But Qing Chen knew he already had the answer.
He tugged at the evergreen tree in the maze wall, wanting to pluck so leaves to eat, supplenting so moisture, but this thing is part of the Taboo, he couldn’t pluck it off at all.
"Damn it!" Qing Chen cried and laughed, continuing forward.
When midday arrived with the sun overhead, the shadow was neither on the left nor the right; it disappeared.
Qing Chen stood still, until three o’clock in the afternoon when the shadow reappeared on the right, enough for him to walk, he stepped on it and started turning right all along.
By dusk, Qing Chen stared dazedly ahead, there was a path a hundred ters long, no maze walls anymore, only an empty exit leading out, outside was the tall roller coaster ring.
He sniffed and walked out: "Damn."
A short six days and eighteen hours, yet Qing Chen felt as if he had endured an entire century...
No, in fact, he repeatedly experienced the 17-year dream in his mind, already accumulating several centuries.
"When I see Yang Yang again, I’ll surely feel a special closeness," Qing Chen patted the ghost child’s head.
Because he had spent several centuries with Yang Yang already.
"Let’s go!" Qing Chen dragged the rubber boat, heading out.
Upon exiting, he threw away the rubber boat and paddle, stretching lazily: "Ahhhhh!"
Qing Chen released his depression wantonly: "Ahhhhh... damn!"
His voice abruptly stopped.
"It seems it was quite painful inside," a voice chuckled lightly opposite him.
Qing Chen stared dumbfoundedly across, only to see the Chen Clan’s Demigod, Chen Yu...sitting on a Green Ox flying towards him, a pack draped over the Green Ox’s back, with six painting scrolls stuffed into the side packs.
The other seed to be searching for secrets here, coincidentally encountering Qing Chen who had just co out.
Qing Chen: "...I advise you to disappear yourself, I just don’t want to slap you right now."
Chen Yu’s smile slowly faded: "Arrogant."
In the next mont, only to see Chen Yu simply and directly twisting to destroy four painting scrolls!
For this Chen Clan’s Demigod, since he descended the mountain, only Jindai Chika qualified to make him use so many painting scrolls at once.
Who is Jindai Chika?
No matter how bad his temperant is, he’s a solid Onmyoji controlling twelve Demigod-level Shikigami!
But now, dealing with Qing Chen, Chen Yu used such a cautious approach from the start, and all four were capable of flight, flying Goddesses!
In an instant, only to see four flying Goddesses surrounded by red ribbons, flashing like Thunder to Qing Chen’s face.
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