Chapter 135: Revisiting an Old Haunt

Seeing this familiar, dilapidated house, Chen Yu gave a bitter smile. Damn, it really is here. This is truly where my dream began! Shen Feng admired the fleeting complex expression on Chen Yu’s face and smiled even more gleefully. He stepped forward like an enthusiastic real estate agent and personally pushed open the iron door of one of the brick houses.

“Squeak—” The harsh sound of friction rang out. Behind the door was pitch-black, utterly devoid of any light, still a sealed chamber without windows.

“The final game is very simple,” Shen Feng said, turning aside and making a “please” gesture toward Chen Yu and the other surviving burly man. “You two go in, and then escape! If you can come out, you pass!” His gaze finally fixed on Chen Yu’s face.

“Go in, my dear ‘resurrected brother.’ Show everyone once again your most classic act. Let me see if this time, you can still manage to… escape from inside!” Those last words were almost grit out through his clenched teeth.

Clearly, at this moment, Shen Feng was also being driven into a corner by Chen Yu’s continuous victories. He wanted to personally bury him using the very starting point Chen Yu was most proud of.

Chen Yu didn’t utter a single unnecessary word. He only glanced once toward the direction where Li Qing had been placed, then stepped forward without looking back, walking into the abyss of darkness. The other surviving burly man trembled all over like a leaf in the wind. He looked at Chen Yu’s resolute back, then at Shen Feng’s twisted grin, and finally bit his lip and shakily entered the other room.

“Bang!” The two had just entered when Shen Feng slammed the heavy iron door shut.

“Click!” He forcefully inserted the long rusted bolt into the latch. But that was not all. He took a large brass lock from his pocket and clicked it shut, firmly locking the bolt in place.

After finishing, he stepped back two paces with a satisfied smile, spread his arms toward the global live stream cameras, and declared, “Ladies and gentlemen, the final match begins now!”

The global live chat exploded like a floodgate opened, instantly flooding the entire screen with messages:

“Holy crap! The final is actually this! Back to the very first episode!”

“A classic remake! Starting where it began, ending there as well! This Shen Feng is truly a genius at manipulating people’s minds!”

“How the hell do you escape this? Last time, ‘resurrected brother’ managed it using friction fire and burning the doorframe—at least there were things to use! This time, this psycho surely sealed all loopholes!”

“Don’t panic, upstairs! You forgot ‘resurrected brother’ isn’t the weakling he used to be? He can now tear pink macho men apart with his bare hands!”

“Exactly! Just kick the door open! Look at his physique now, a single kick would be easy!”

“You’re all thinking too simply! This game is definitely not that easy! I bet fifty cents, there’s a trick inside!”

“The ‘resurrected brother’ team never surrenders! Oppa, smash it! Tear down this damn house!”

Outside the live stream, chaos reigned, but inside the sealed room, there was only absolute darkness and deathly silence. The moment the iron door closed, all light and sound were cut off. Chen Yu’s vision vanished completely, leaving only pure blackness before his eyes.

He stood still, making no rash moves. In the darkness, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat and breathing, and even the breathing of the burly man in the adjacent room.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Suddenly, the burly man began pounding the iron door wildly with his fists and feet, producing deafening noises.

“Open the door! Let me out! Let me out!” he shouted hoarsely as he kicked.

Chen Yu shook his head with a smile at his actions. Fool. If violence worked, would Shen Feng have designed such a game?

He stood quietly, allowing his pupils to gradually adjust to the extreme darkness. Meanwhile, he detected the only anomaly in the empty space. Near the corner on his front-left side, there was a faint red dot blinking rhythmically.

The door kicking continued as the burly man pinned all his hopes on brute force, thinking this sealed room was far simpler than it was.

After about three or four minutes, Chen Yu’s vision slowly returned. Though still dim, he could barely make out the basic layout of the room.

When he saw everything clearly, a cold smile crossed his lips. Shen Feng was truly a little genius.

This room was completely different from the first sealed chamber he had been trapped in. Shen Feng had perfectly replicated the appearance of that haunted house on the outside, but the interior was filled with malice.

The walls and floor were no longer damp and muddy; instead, they were dry cement, utterly devoid of moss or a single hair. The walls were bare, missing the old photo that had held crucial clues and the wooden frame that had once hung there.

And the most critical, fatal detail: his gaze fell on the iron door.

This madman had replaced the wooden doorframe with metal.

“Heh, he’s planning to cut off all my escape routes!” Chen Yu thought bitterly.

The first time he escaped, it was by using the wooden doorframe to create friction fire, igniting the frame. Now, no photo frame remained, and the wooden doorframe had been swapped for metal.

Shen Feng had studied him thoroughly, crushing every method Chen Yu had ever used or might use at its root.

Chen Yu didn’t give up. His eyes returned to the blinking red dot. He slowly approached it.

As he drew nearer, the object’s outline became clearer. It was a black square about the size of a palm, fixed to the wall. The red dot blinked from its upper right corner.

Chen Yu leaned closer and finally saw the full object. The moment he recognized it, his pupils uncontrollably contracted sharply. A chill ran down his spine.

He finally understood the true meaning behind Shen Feng’s words, “Let’s see how you escape this time.”

Damn it! Chen Yu was instantly on the verge of cursing.

It was not a mere indicator light at all.

It was a bomb!

A makeshift time bomb strapped with several bundles of yellow dynamite!

Below the blinking red light was a non-glowing LCD screen.

Squinting, Chen Yu carefully examined it. The countdown timer displayed a string of glaring red numbers:

35:46.

35:45.

35:44.

...

Goddamn it...

Veins bulged on Chen Yu’s temple. This bastard Shen Feng had only given them forty minutes to escape?

If they failed, this thing would blow them to smithereens without a trace!