117: Chapter 117: The Rose Opera House (18)

In just an instant, a massive vine appeared, snatched Mary up, and vanished into the darkness.

An Xuan stared with wide eyes and swallowed hard.

"So, one must maintain elegance at all times!"

After Qian Ye finished speaking, she stood up, propped up her red singer, glanced into the depths, and continued walking inside.

"Na-na-na, I'm truly curious what is hidden in the deepest part of this place?"

Mo Yu's gaze upon Qian Ye at this moment was burning with the excitement of someone who has encountered a powerful expert.

Once Qian Ye had left, Hao Ming and the others emerged from the darkness.

"She, how is it that she's always resorting to violence wherever she goes..."

Liu Ran's expression was complex.

They had been hiding in the shadows and had seen most of what just happened; this girl would start a fight at the slightest disagreement, so she was truly someone not to be trifled with.

"Good heavens, this girl is amazing!" The monk's eyes sparkled; this was the correct way to play the game.

Beside him, Hao Ming's expression was complex.

"This place looks like a starry sky." Liu Ran looked up at the space above, where speckled points of light made it feel as if they were in the middle of the Milky Way.

"The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is."

Hermione, who had been silent on the side, gazed at the magnificent starry sky and whispered.

"What do we do next?"

Hermione went straight to the point, staring into the depths that remained pitch black.

The monk beside her scratched his head. "Sigh, why don't we continue as well?"

He was quite curious about what would happen next with her.

Hao Ming glanced around; the speckled light was flowing, and he noticed that Mo Yu and An Xuan had disappeared at some point.

He pressed his lips together. "Right now, it seems we have no other choice; only by continuing forward can we possibly see hope."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a momentary silence all around.

Yes, hope! Such a beautiful word, but could they still see hope?

Endless darkness, endless games, repeating over and over.

"Yes, hope..." Hermione murmured.

"Oh, don't think so much; we passed the previous games without any major mishaps, and we definitely will this time too."

"Have a little confidence in yourself." "Let's go."

The monk continued rubbing his bald head; at this moment, he was the only one with a positive attitude.

"Alright, enough talk; the most important thing right now is to quickly find the key to clear the level."

Hao Ming clapped his hands, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.

They had no way back and could only keep moving forward.

The group composed themselves, set off, and continued their exploration deeper inside.

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The further in Qian Ye went, the lower she felt the temperature dropping.

Behind her, Mo Yu was dragging An Xuan along, following closely.

"You woman!" "Can you let go of me!" An Xuan ground his teeth in anger, his collar still being pulled.

Couldn't she let him walk properly!

Unfortunately, Mo Yu only cared about walking forward herself and didn't care about his life or death.

Qian Ye walked silently in front alone; at some point, she was once again holding the flower pot in her arms.

"Oh ho, Master, there's such a strong stench here. This smell is truly pungent."

"However... hee hee, I can feel a very strong power fluctuation ahead. Hiss~ A great supplement, a great supplement. Master, hurry up! Hurry up!"

Qian Ye, having a headache from the noise, paused her steps. "Shut up!"

Mo Yu, who was tugging at An Xuan behind her, paused and glared back at him. "Did you hear that? Shut up!"

An Xuan stared with wide eyes, pointing at himself. "I, I..."

Did he say anything? Fine! He would shut up!

Qian Ye had no idea that the people behind thought she was talking to them; at this moment, she wanted to throw the flower pot in her hands away.

"If you're so capable, go handle it yourself." Qian Ye ground her teeth and glared at the little green leaf in her arms.

"Heh, useless thing, it's been so long, and you haven't even grown three petals yet."

"Ahhh!!! Master! You actually resorted to a flower-body attack! That's too much! And here I thought my descendants were all working diligently for you!"

"Hmm, don't be sad, Ling Ling is going to scout ahead~"

A tiny sprite quietly poked its head out from Qian Ye's chest. The golden flower of the other shore on its body seemed to sway with the wind as it moved.

Once it came out, it seemed exceptionally excited, first circling around the flower pot, nuzzling against Qian Ye, and then flying inside.

"Hmm, Master, let's hurry up too." Just as Ling Ling left its line of sight, the flower pot's voice continued, carrying a hint of awkwardness.

Qian Ye raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Hmm, it's fine, I believe Ling Ling can do it."

"Ahem, it's better to follow a bit; what if it gets lost?" "Oh~"

Qian Ye tapped its leaf with her fingertip, chuckled lightly, and walked in the direction Ling Ling had flown.

The further in they went, the thinner the air became, and it also began to emit a faint chill.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The further in they went, the clearer the sound became, and now that they were closer, Qian Ye's eyes held a look of realization.

This sound seemed to be the beating of a heart. This discovery piqued Qian Ye's interest.

She wanted to see exactly what kind of weirdness was hidden inside.

Just at that moment, suddenly... something came tearing through the air. "Pa, pa, pa..." It sounded like the cracking of a whip.

Qian Ye quickly dodged to the side; it was vines again.

The vines that appeared this time were covered in blooming roses, and the entire vine had grown several times larger, appearing exceptionally thick.

"What, again?" Mo Yu, who was still dragging An Xuan behind her, let him go when she saw the incoming vines.

Seeing the incoming vines, An Xuan's face turned bitter. Would this ever end? Resigned to his fate, he took out his weapon to block the attack.

"Why is it still these things in here?" An Xuan kept waving his weapon while complaining.

"What, do you miss those Dancers?" Mo Yu stared at him with a half-smile.

At the thought of those NPCs with faces covered in roses, An Xuan shuddered. No, no, no, he definitely didn't. They were all troublesome characters.

Roses! Could those Dancers be... Suddenly, a thought flashed through An Xuan's mind. Rose Girl... Could it be?

While he was thinking, the air suddenly distorted again, and something was moving towards them once more.

"What kind of commotion is this again?" An Xuan kept waving his weapon, not forgetting to look inside, but all he could see was darkness.

After a moment, those mysterious things finally appeared.

"Ah, look, the Dancers you missed are here." Mo Yu cut off the vines in front of her and saw a group of Dancers coming towards them.

This group of Dancers seemed to have leveled up. It wasn't just their faces covered in roses anymore. Their bodies were also covered in vines, branches, and leaves, with blooming roses and unopened flower buds.

"Hiss..." "It's all your fault!" An Xuan glared at Mo Yu; it was all because of what she said, and now everything she mentioned had actually appeared.

And they even leveled up directly; how are we supposed to fight this!

An Xuan tried to maintain his elegance to see if they would attack him, but the next second, those stiff hands reached out in front of him.

"Oh, come on..." "It's useless!" An Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge! There was no other way; he had to fight.

The red singer in Qian Ye's hand moved constantly, and everywhere she passed, figures fell.

However... she didn't expect those fallen figures to stand up again and continue attacking them.

"What the hell!" "They can't be killed at all!"

Mo Yu had just sliced off a Dancer's head, yet the head and body were still searching for them, attacking incessantly.

"What should we do?" It felt like the more they fought, the more of them there were.