Chapter 1986: Lighting the Wondrous Dream in the Heart (Part 16)

Dong—dong—dong—

The dull sound of a bell echoed over the gloomy manor. A flock of crows flapped their wings in front of the dark clouds before the moon, landing with a rustle on the dilapidated dark brown roof.

Stark, Schiller, and Strange, who were in the middle of a conversation, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, their backs turning cold.

This wasn't normal. Except for Stark, neither Schiller nor Strange were people afraid of ghosts, but they still felt an indescribable chill crawling up their spines along the cold ground beneath their feet, like a pair of large hands gripping their necks.

Schiller's eyes became desolate after a moment of dullness, and Strange's face also sank, a faint glimmer of magic beginning to shine in his eyes.

Schiller reached out to button the collar of his shirt under his sweater, tightened his trench coat, and took off his glasses to put them in his pocket. Strange frowned when he saw Schiller's eyes, but considering the current situation, he said nothing.

That constant, chilling atmosphere still lingered in everyone's hearts, like a kind of emotional magic that couldn't be dispelled. One step forward was rage that lost all reason; one step back was fear that threw away all armor.

Just as the atmosphere became chilling, another figure flashed behind the gate of the queue area.

Schiller frowned slightly, lowered his voice, and shouted toward that side, "Bruce, Bruce Wei En."

The figure paused, bypassed the gate, and walked over. It was indeed Bruce, who hadn't left the amusement park. He was stunned for a moment when he walked over because it was clear that the atmosphere here was like facing a formidable enemy.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

"The atmosphere in the park is constantly being affected. How do you feel?" Schiller asked.

Seeing Schiller's eyes, Bruce knew which personality trait was currently surfacing, so he didn't ask back or change the subject, but answered directly: "I did investigate some things earlier, but... the atmosphere is being affected?"

Bruce looked around, raised his head to look at the sky, and then stomped on the ground beneath his feet, saying somewhat blankly, "Where is it being affected? What should I be feeling?"

"Don't you feel that the air here is exceptionally cold and damp?" Stark rubbed his arms and shivered; he was truly feeling a bit cold.

But in fact, he wasn't wearing little, and there was a constant temperature device inside the armor. However, that icy feeling was like a shadow, and what was even more ghostly was that cold wind was blowing inside the completely sealed armor, and no matter which way Stark turned his head, the cold wind was blowing on the back of his head.

Schiller and Strange felt about the same. The morbid personality trait had never been accustomed to using gray mist, so every time he surfaced, the gray mist took a vacation.

But this time, the gray mist hesitated before leaving, saying, "I feel something is wrong. Something that can affect my existence is watching this place. I think you should be careful."

This aroused Schiller's high vigilance, but it seemed Bruce wasn't affected. Was it because he was a visitor from another world?

"It is a bit cold and damp here, but the environment is about the same as Wei En Manor." Bruce touched his shoulder with his other hand and said, "The light is dim, and the cold wind blows, but more than ninety percent of Cat Getan is like this weather, so I've long been used to it."

Bruce looked up at the moon obscured by dark clouds and sighed, "Today is truly a clear day."

For a moment, the two living in the Marvel Universe had some bad associations about the environment Bruce lived in.

Stark nudged Schiller with his elbow and said, "The multiverse travel plan you proposed makes some sense. I really don't know what kind of city people live in to call this kind of weather a clear day."

As soon as the words fell, a cold wind blew, and the hair and coats of the group were blown up. Looking in the direction the wind was blowing, a terrifying scene appeared.

The ghosts in the Haunted Mansion had been resurrected.

The ghost resurrection was actually just a show in the Haunted Mansion, starting with the tolling of the bell, just like the current scene.

One after another, ghostly figures flashing with cold light and ghost fire emerged from the tombstones. The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling spread throughout the manor, and there was a subtle movement beneath the soil, as if something was about to break through the ground.

Schiller paused slightly and shouted, "Leave this place."

He ran toward the bluestone floor path of the queue area at the fastest speed, and the others followed closely. The moment they stepped into the queue area, countless pale bone hands broke through the ground, skeletons, zombies, ghosts...

Countless undead creatures surrounded the mansion. Miserable echoes rang out in the garden, and there were all kinds of sharp-toothed flower monsters, tree demons with claws and teeth, and tombstones with split mouths laughing and slowly moving toward this side.

"What's the situation?" Stark took a few steps back, staring fixedly at the monsters surrounding them.

Looking closely, the images of these monsters weren't very realistic, leaning more toward four- or five-head-tall cartoon characters, but because of the gloomy atmosphere, it made people feel like they were truly in the midst of an undead disaster.

Even Strange, who had seen countless monsters, felt his hand gripping the staff turn white. At this time, Schiller turned to look at him, clearly wanting him to use magic to try.

Strange exhaled, trying to concentrate, a golden light circle appeared on one hand, and a beam of light shot out instantly.

With a bang, the flower bed in the garden was torn apart, mud splashed, and the surrounding skeletons exploded in response. But before the group could breathe a sigh of relief, the bone frames wobbled and combined again. The headless skeleton swayed left and right, reaching out to grab its own head that had rolled to the side on the floor, and put it back on.

This scene clearly only appeared in comedy animated movies, leaving the group speechless. Still, the same saying: the most difficult enemy to deal with in this world is the enemy in a funny cartoon.

Family-friendly movies indeed wouldn't have overly terrifying or bloody scenes, but that didn't mean that facing such enemies in a movie was easier than facing monsters or killers in a horror movie.

Monsters and killers in horror movies might be unsolvable, but they couldn't stop superheroes. Even if there were rules preventing superheroes from defeating or killing them, running away was always fine.

But the enemies in family-friendly cartoons weren't like that. Besides being able to stop you in all sorts of bizarre ways, your escape process would definitely be full of accidents. Maybe the group would turn around now and fall because the floor was too slippery from being waxed, and before falling, they would have to dance a tap dance on the spot.

To avoid this situation, Schiller reached out and stopped Stark, who was planning to take off and use his hand cannon to bombard.

Clearly, this kind of modern weapon couldn't play a role in the situation composed of cartoons. It was more likely that the shell would suddenly explode in the chamber, blowing Stark's face black, or the armor would simply disassemble on the spot to set off fireworks, and Stark would fall to the ground and land on his butt, with a string of little stars appearing over his head.

Strange's magic was slightly better, as it could be considered a means beyond conventional attributes. But he had just hit the flower bed, which fit the attribute that cartoon characters always missed, and could also let the skeletons perform a search for their heads on the ground, which wasn't out of line.

But if he really swung his staff to attack with real swords and guns, it would be a bit too much like a real mage, easily leading to the set of a fantasy film like Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings, and easily suppressed by the rules.

What's more, all three of them were currently affected by the atmosphere. Stark was the most severely affected, becoming a bit angry and radical. Strange was slightly better because of his dual cultivation of spirit and mind, but he couldn't see the clues for the time being.

Schiller's morbid personality trait was his most native trait as an autistic patient, and the communication between autistic patients and the outside world had a barrier, and the ability to perceive and feedback emotions was very weak. At this time, this barrier became a shield, allowing him to filter out most of the influence of the atmosphere.

Bruce, because he had lived in Cat Getan for many years, had his sensory organs for perceiving gloomy and oppressive atmospheres dulled. At this time, the atmosphere in the Haunted Mansion had some influence on him, but not much.

So the main force of this battle became Schiller and Bruce, and the most fatal thing was that both of them were too serious.

Morbid Schiller had a weak perception of the atmosphere, which also meant that his ability to respond to happy emotions was also very weak. Expecting him to perform family-friendly comedy was unrealistic. Joker-style bloody comedy was barely acceptable, but it wouldn't pass Disney's censorship.

As for Bruce, he was Batman. Could he be put together with the word "family-friendly"?

Bruce's illness had improved a bit, but still, he wasn't a very lively person by nature. That bit of humor was mostly cold humor. The level of joke-telling of Batman from other universes was the kind that even the Bat-family, who respected him the most, couldn't support.

Looking at it this way, this was truly an unsolvable situation, which also fully explained that the DC side was indeed too dark and couldn't understand the humor and joy of the Disney type at all.

Just as Schiller was thinking about countermeasures, a bang suddenly sounded in front of the courtyard, and another splash of mud occurred. A black shadow stood up behind a big tree, followed by a roar.

"Coward! Didn't I tell you to jump on three, two, one?! You can even climb to such a high building in the zombie universe, why are you afraid to jump again?!"

"Can this be the same?!" A man's voice came: "I told you this park is not right. If we had returned to the hotel earlier, you would have already eaten chocolate balls in your dream!"

"I don't dream, you idiot... wait, what is that? Am I seeing things? How can that tree move?"

"How can a tree move?! Venom, don't change the subject..."

"I didn't... Ouch!!!!!"

Boom!

The three people standing in the queue area looked down at Venom, who had been knocked flying by the thick arm of the tree demon like a baseball, drawing a smooth parabola and falling heavily to the ground.

"Who hit me?! Who?!!!" Venom, who climbed up, roared with a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

At this time, Schiller suddenly remembered that Venom's movie rating was also PG-13.

Although the rating was the same as superheroes like Iron Man and Captain America, he wasn't a righteous hero, barely counting as an anti-hero, and he was a non-human monster, looking like he could scare children. How could he get such a rating?

What does this mean? This means that as long as Venom restrains himself a little, he is fully expected to be family-friendly.

But just at this moment, Venom, who finally found the culprit who threw him, let out a deafening roar and jumped on the spot, intending to pounce on the tree demon.

Another bang was heard, and Venom's forehead hit the upper edge of the gate of the queue area, falling heavily to the ground again, with three stars and two little birds dancing over his head.

"Beep—"

Venom cursed, but was muted by an inexplicable mysterious force. Schiller didn't have time to stop it.

The next second, mysterious light radiated from all the monsters in the park, and their size doubled.

Now everyone knew how to play this game. Any move that didn't fit the style of a family-friendly cartoon would cause the monsters to be strengthened. Now they really had to think about why they were so serious. ===== CHAPTER 1987 =====