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Chapter 413 Braving the Hellish Labyrinth, the Ultimate Fear from a True Ghost

Faced with the options displayed on the projection screen in the transfer room, Meng Di and Qian Lai both fell silent, as if time had frozen at that moment.

Finally, they exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes meeting and understanding each other perfectly.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two simultaneously reached out and pressed the [Individual Competition] option.

However, their true thoughts were actually quite different.

One is someone who genuinely wants to take on a challenge, aiming to clear the level and prove themselves.

The other one, however, was thinking about not holding anyone back. Besides, if he were all alone, he could find an opportunity to secretly give up early on...

Therefore, Mengdi and Qianlai made a surprisingly consistent choice.

The next instant, the two figures disappeared from the entrance, as if swallowed by darkness, and were randomly thrown into different hellish abysses.

Thus begins the terrifying hellish maze challenge, which is extremely difficult and full of terrifying atmosphere!

A thrilling adventure has begun...

Mengdi was sent to the thirteenth level of the Blood Pool Hell by the hand of fate.

In an instant, a loud "whoosh" exploded in his ears like thunder, and his vision was plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the scenes changed rapidly, like a revolving lantern...

It was as if the blueprints of an entire layer of hell were flashing through his mind at lightning speed, so fast that he didn't even have time to catch a single trace of it.

The next moment, as he slowly opened his eyes and struggled to adjust to the surrounding darkness, he was shocked to find himself at the beginning of a dimly lit, empty passage that seemed to devour all light.

Before them, a ghostly path, illuminated by will-o'-the-wisps, flickered with an eerie and chilling light in the darkness.

However, at this moment, there was no one else around except him.

Without his friend's heart-wrenching screams in his ears, Meng Di felt somewhat lost, and his heart was filled with worry and fear about the unknown road ahead.

But he took a deep breath, tried to regulate his breathing, and slowly began to take steps.

He was constantly on edge, reminding himself to stay vigilant and avoid being scared out of his wits by the sudden ghostly apparitions again.

However, even though Meng Di had made thorough preparations in his mind, unexpected situations still arose frequently on this inevitable ghost path.

The occasional flashes of will-o'-the-wisp, the coffins that darted past him like ghosts, the eerie laughter echoing behind him, and the zombie that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, tripping him up...

The journey was filled with unexpected and frightening encounters.

Mengdi was terrified time and time again, until the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat from fear.

He finally stumbled and staggered to the so-called entrance to the maze—the thirteenth level, the Blood Pool Hell Maze.

With just one step forward, Meng Di felt a dizzying sensation before his eyes, as if he were being pulled by an invisible force, plunging headlong into a realm of illusion...

What's amazing is that he can still control his feet to walk freely.

But when he was full of anticipation and wanted to continue forward, the scene in front of him made him freeze in place.

Before me lay countless forks in the road, each path seeming to conceal endless unknowns and dangers, making it impossible to discern which was the right path to survival…

"Ah, is this the legendary hellish labyrinth? I have to find a way out..."

Meng Di murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

At that moment, he naively believed that the maze was simply a matter of finding the right way out, and that once he got out, he would be able to complete the challenge as if he had attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven.

Little did he know that the ever-changing demon, who had been waiting in this hellish labyrinth for a long time, was excited and began to laugh merrily upon noticing a living person intruding.

That sharp and piercing laughter pierced straight through Meng Di's eardrums and suddenly rang in his ears.

Strangely enough, Meng Di, who had been frightened on the Ghost Path but hadn't felt too scared, felt his hair stand on end and a chill run from his feet to his head when he heard this laughter.

"Hehehe, now it's my turn to show off my skills. I can't let all those points and meals the boss gave me go to waste..."

The shapeshifting ghost let out a chilling, cunning laugh, and with a casual sway, instantly transformed into a different form.

Then, they quietly arrived ahead of Mengdi's route, lay in ambush, and waited for their prey to take the bait.

Meng Di was anxiously trying to move forward, one path after another.

But each time they reached the end full of hope, they found it was a dead end and had no choice but to turn back and embark on a new journey to find a way to survive.

Just as he returned to the starting point of a fork in the road.

Suddenly, two crisp "thud! thud!" sounds rang out in my ears, sounding particularly abrupt in the silent and eerie maze.

"Hey, big brother, can you play ball with me?" A clear, childish voice rang out.

Meng Di, who often played with the children at her grandmother's house, instinctively replied without thinking, "Sure..."

As soon as he said those words, he instantly woke up as if from a dream, his brain exploded with a "boom," and he felt a chill rush to his head.

"Yay, big brother, catch the ball!"

The sound was incredibly cheerful, like an innocent child who had finally received a toy they had long desired.

Before Meng Di could refuse, a "spherical object" hurtled towards him.

Mengdi instinctively reached out and caught it.

But this catch nearly scared him out of his wits. He instantly threw the object in his hand away, exclaiming in alarm:

"Wow, this isn't a ball at all! It's a head! Oh my god, my hands are dirty, I can't use it!"

That soft, damp feeling lingered in Mengdi's memory like a nightmare.

He was like a man with his hair standing on end, frantically rubbing his hands together outside his clothes, trying to get rid of that terrible feeling.

"Brother, where's my head? Where did you put my head?"

That innocent child's voice rang out again, getting closer and closer to Meng Di, as if whispering in his ear.

Before Meng Di could recover from the sudden shock, a strange light suddenly appeared.

In the dim light, he could clearly see that the child ghost standing to the side was frantically searching for its head!

And indeed, its small body was missing a head; black smoke continuously billowed from its empty neck, resembling a terrifying abyss...