Chapter 82: Ghost Whisperer: Three Flowers Converging at the Peak

The Young Inheritor dragged the Middle-aged Uncle's corpse out of the Secret Room.

He snatched off the Chest Plate and tossed it to Qiu Yinong. The moment she caught the Blue Badge, words materialized on the door to the Secret Room...

The fourth rule!

"When a faction has no one left to send, the person holding the most Chest Plates of that faction shall take over the role of its Inheritor. The replaced Inheritor will receive a Chest Plate of that faction. Those who lose their Chest Plates may choose a new faction."

Current individual Chest Plate counts:

Geng Hao: One Red.

Liu Xing: One Red.

Chen Ran: One Red, One Blue.

Qiu Yinong: One Red, Two Blue.

Simultaneously, the Young Inheritor became a member of the Blue Faction.

The moment Liu Xing and Geng Hao saw the rule, they sprinted desperately toward the Secret Room door.

With Qiu Yinong becoming an Inheritor, the only member of her faction was the Young Inheritor. The Young Inheritor undoubtedly wanted her dead. He would lose on purpose and continually choose her faction until every single Poker Chip on the table was gone, resulting in her being shot dead by the Young Heiress.

That wasn't all. Chen Ran had previously told a Future Lie. As long as Qiu Yinong died, Chen Ran's statement would become a lie, ensuring his death as well!

Two birds with one stone!

What they needed to do was prevent Chen Ran from participating in the next round of the game at all costs. Otherwise, Chen Ran could intentionally lose to the Young Inheritor, forfeit his Red Badge, and be left with only a Blue Badge, placing him in the Blue Faction.

If that happened, Qiu Yinong's faction would boast two formidable generals: the Young Inheritor and Chen Ran.

A dead game would be brought back to life!

'Wait! Where is Chen Ran?'

As they ran, the two men tried to see what Chen Ran was doing, only to realize that there was no sign of him left in the room.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to just be realizing this?" The Young Heiress pointed at the door to the Secret Room. "He slipped inside ages ago. You are in the same faction as Chen Ran, so you can't go in anymore."

In each round of the Secret Room game, a faction could only send one member. Since Chen Ran had taken the initiative to enter first, Geng Hao and Liu Xing of the Red Faction were naturally locked out.

The two men froze before beating their chests in frustration. They vaguely realized that their only chance for a comeback had just vanished.

"But don't worry. Just look at the difficulty level on the door..."

Hearing this, Geng Hao and Liu Xing subconsciously looked up at the difficulty displayed on the Secret Room door:

"Hell"

Hell-level difficulty!!!

The Young Heiress turned to look at the Young Inheritor, a playful lilt in her voice. "My dear brother, it's been over a year since this Instance was created. No matter how many Players arrive, that's how many die. Not a single team or Player has ever cleared it, and even the last batch of Two-Star Players perished with everlasting regret."

"In other words, the two of us siblings have been fighting here for a year. But there is one thing I am certain of: among all the Players we have played to death this past year, there hasn't been a single..."

"Newbie Player!"

"You should know what I'm getting at. Back when we were still Players, we accidentally overheard a conversation between two Eight-Star Players. Legend has it that whenever someone possessing a True-Self Tier Skill is matched into an Instance..."

"...It will always be the most difficult Instance within that Star Rating. Normally, Newbies wouldn't be matched into our Instance, yet these two Newbies, Qiu Yinong and Chen Ran, somehow were."

"This proves that one of them might possess a True-Self Tier Skill. Chen Ran has entered now, and you are the only one the Blue Faction can send. If I were you, I would make sure Chen Ran dies in that Secret Room game."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.

The Instance matched to a True-Self Tier Skill owner will always be the hardest of that Star Rating?

Liu Xing and Geng Hao's faces turned ashen. No wonder the three teams were made up of battle-hardened Veteran Players. Even if there were newcomers, they were the best among them. How could they have been reduced to losing more than half their numbers in the very first Secret Room?

So that was it...

Either Chen Ran or Qiu Yinong possessed a True-Self Tier Skill, which elevated a normally balanced Instance into the hardest One-Star Instance possible.

Qiu Yinong's pupils also shrank slightly. She had previously felt that this Instance was severely overtuned and didn't seem like a One-Star Instance at all.

What kind of One-Star Instance would slaughter half of its twenty Players right out of the gate?

Furthermore, the difficulty of the second Secret Room had been monumental. Amnesia and memory swapping felt completely out of place for a One-Star Instance.

And that wasn't all.

The two Secret Room games Qiu Yinong had previously cleared had taken very little time, but the "Extremely Hard" room Chen Ran cleared had taken several hours. Chen Ran was far better at deduction than she was.

The fact that even he needed several hours—more time than the first two Secret Rooms combined—proved that the "Extremely Hard" Secret Room far exceeded the difficulty of the previous two.

And now, there was...

A Hell-level difficulty Secret Room game!

It was ridiculously overtuned!

Qiu Yinong furrowed her brows tightly. She didn't know whether her Wheel of Time was a True-Self Tier Skill, or if Chen Ran's Eternal Kingdom was the True-Self Tier Skill...

'However...'

'It's very strange. Although Chen Ran constantly talks about the effects of his Eternal Kingdom, I don't think I've ever seen him actually use it...'

"My dear sister, I swore an oath while I was alive: I would hunt you down to the deepest depths of hell and the highest reaches of heaven just to kill you. I never expected that our endless feud would continue from the world of the living down into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, eventually turning into an Instance where we fight to this very day..."

"This story teaches us that a person really shouldn't make reckless vows while they're alive."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted. He drew his Liar-Slayer, pointing the muzzle toward the ceiling.

"Ghost Whisperer: Three Flowers Converging at the Peak!"

Under everyone's terrified gazes, all the light in the Secret Room vanished, plunging the space into pitch darkness.

When the light returned, absolutely nothing had changed—neither the people nor the objects in the room. It was as if...

The skill had misfired.

However, Qiu Yinong, Geng Hao, and Liu Xing felt a tempest raging in their hearts.

The Young Inheritor was actually...

A Ghost Whisperer!

Ghost Whisperers turned lies into truth. To a Ghost Whisperer, if they told a lie, they could Judge themselves. Alternatively, they could sacrifice a chance to Judge themselves in order to activate a skill.

But to anyone else, the Ghost Whisperer had never lied. Until they found a loophole between the truth and the lie, they could not use it to pass Judgment on the Ghost Whisperer.

Therefore, none of the three had any intention of drawing their Liar-Slayers to pass Judgment on the Young Inheritor.

"My dear sister, we have fought for far, far too long. This time, I have a faint premonition that perhaps it is time for us to finally be set free."

The others might not know the terrible might of someone possessing a True-Self Tier Skill, but he and the Young Heiress knew it all too well.

Every Player who possessed a True-Self Tier Skill must have, during their lifetime...

Achieved enlightenment!

With that said, the Young Inheritor walked through the doors of the Secret Room. Inside, he saw Chen Ran squatting on the ground, smoking a Cigarette. Chen Ran smiled at him:

"Ah, sorry about that. I came in a bit of a rush just now. Do you mind telling me the difficulty of this Secret Room game?"