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Qian Mo did not take the elevator set up in the teaching building to go upstairs. He was well aware of the consequences of being ambushed by a Specter in a confined elevator. Mainly, he believed he couldn't afford the repairs for a damaged elevator.
He cautiously made his way up to the third floor. Just a few more steps and two turns down the hall, and he would reach the faculty office.
"I remember that the main teaching building wasn't decorated in a landscape style..."
Looking at the scene before him, Qian Mo felt a bit confused. After turning the last corner from his memory, what greeted him was not the spacious and bright faculty office he had in mind, but rather a landscape reminiscent of Jiangnan Town.
Before him lay clear blue waters, distant green mountains, and white clouds drifting in the sky, with gentle sunlight bathing everything. Occasionally, a breeze would pass through, creating ripples on the water, with willows swaying and birds chirping. The mist floated lazily, resembling an independent world—a paradise on earth.
"Um... I might have taken a wrong turn; I think I'll go back and try again."
Standing still and pondering for a moment, Qian Mo muttered to himself before turning to leave.
However, things often do not unfold according to one's intentions. Those who find themselves caught up in such evidently unnatural events should not expect the plot to develop reasonably.
When Qian Mo turned around, there were no longer any hallways or staircases; even the bald principal's self-portrait that had exuded a postmodernist beastly style combined with abstract techniques had vanished!
At that moment, Qian Mo even found himself nostalgic for that feeling of nausea he had experienced upon first seeing that self-portrait...
As he turned that corner, he had already fallen deeply into this Mountain Water Maze. The Specter was like a hunter with an open pocket, quietly waiting for its prey to be lured into its trap by bait. The moment the prey fell into its grasp, it would close in and ensnare it completely.
"It seems my only option now is to find a way out..."
Qian Mo shook his head, acknowledging that he was indeed in a perilous situation orchestrated by someone else. As soon as he entered this maze, he stood frozen in place, fearing that the Specter responsible for this illusion might be skilled in strange arts and spatial manipulation. Acting rashly could lead him deeper into trouble.
Now it appeared that things might be worse than he had anticipated. The one who could directly control this Illusion and actively alter the scene must be quite formidable. Moreover, it seemed they had no intention of letting him go despite his earlier remarks about retreating; instead, they had drawn him further into their maze.
"Great! Someone who can change reality at will and pull me into their maze without my notice but doesn't attack me directly nor intends to let me leave—what a twisted sense of humor! Do they genuinely want to see me make a fool of myself?"
Qian Mo surveyed his surroundings, placing one hand behind his back as he spoke loudly. However, within his tightly clenched fist behind him, the Wolf Hair Brush glowed faintly like jade as it subtly sketched out lines. Wherever its tip passed, it left behind traces of jade-colored light that connected with one another, gradually forming a peculiar talisman as he drew.
"Young Embalmer, you do possess remarkable talent. But if I were you, I wouldn't waste my energy on those last few strokes right now. In my Mountain Water Maze, you cannot communicate with your Specter world. Of course, if you are very confident in yourself, feel free to give it a try."
Just as Qian Mo was about to complete his spiritual talisman, a clear and gentle voice seemed to come from the distant mountains. It startled him so much that his focus nearly dissipated due to this sudden "friendly reminder."
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