The rule of closing one's eyes is invalid? After the amusement park upgraded to S-tier, has the rule governing the entertainment facilities changed? Everyone now stares at the river god's lifeless body and the severed head in the fire demon's arms, their faces pale with dismay. As the roller coaster comes to a halt, all six spiritual travelers receive a notification simultaneously: 【Next round starts in: 00:04:40】 "Round two begins in five minutes..." The Monkey King, seated at the back, gazes at the headless body of the river god ahead, his expression tense. "If the rule of closing one's eyes is invalid, then during the next round, someone else will surely die. We need to quickly identify the rule—do any of you have any observations?" The fire demon still carries traces of shock. He tosses the head out of the car and turns sharply, exasperated, shouting, "With everyone blindfolded the entire time, who could possibly notice the rule?" The man who feels deeply ashamed to be a father furrows his brows. "If the rule of closing one's eyes has indeed changed, then we must reestablish it—otherwise, more people will die in the "Yi Xi bit her fiery red lips," "Since we decided to ride the roller coaster, I've been paying close attention along the way, but I haven't found any valuable clues or information." Without clues or information, there's no way to make a targeted plan—only the most basic approach: trial and error. But the cost of trial and error... Qi Tian Da Sheng's expression grew grim: "An S-tier spiritual realm? How could it possibly provide clear and explicit guidance for passing through? If it's that straightforward, then what makes it an S-tier at all?" Xie Lingxi thought for a moment and offered her own perspective: "I'm sorry—it's my fault. We've been misled by the outdated guide, missing a crucial opportunity to discover the rules." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, delicate and vulnerable, full of profound regret. The Monkey King hurried to say: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Right now, it's too late to make a difference. Lack of information doesn't mean we're powerless. Let's discuss this while we still have time..." Pausing, he continued: "If the rule of closing our eyes has changed, then there are only two possibilities—first, the roller coaster rule has now become one death per ride, as evidenced by He Bo; second, we've missed the opportunity to observe it while closing our eyes." Xi Shi's eyes sparkled, as if she had just gained fresh appreciation for him: "So we can no longer keep our eyes closed from now on." Zhang Yuanqing listened to his companions' conversation, his thoughts drifting far away... "First, let's rule out any supernatural elements. Although my active abilities have been sealed, as the Night-Wanderer God, I still retain my sensitivity to spiritual beings. If it's spirits from the amusement park causing disturbances, I would surely have felt them." "Currently, the roller coaster remains three-car. Since this hasn't changed, why has the rule of closing our eyes suddenly shifted?" Perhaps it wasn't the rules that killed him... Zhang Yuanqing felt a jolt, imagining a possibility. Could it have been a malevolent member hidden within the group, starting to strike the others? But how had this person managed to do it? At that moment, "A Man Who Feels Ashamed to Be a Father," looking at the Fire Demon, suddenly asked, "When River God died, why didn't you speak up to alert us until the vehicle had stopped?" The Fire Demon raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?" The middle-aged man remained as plain and sincere as ever, calmly saying, "I was merely curious." The Fire Demon stared at him, shouting, "Of course I felt it—the head crashed right into my arms! But could I speak? Could I open my eyes? What if, the moment I spoke, the next one to die was me?" "A Man Who Feels Ashamed to Be a Father" remained silent. Zhang Yuanqing asked, "When exactly did he die? Or, when did his head fall into your arms?" The Fire Demon didn't hesitate: "During the second uphill climb." Zhang Yuanqing immediately turned to Xi Shi: "You've been right beside him—have you noticed anything unusual?" Xi Shi shook her head. "I have a fear of heights—I'm quite afraid, and I haven't really paid attention to what's going on around me..." Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows deeply. Based on the seating arrangement, the most likely suspects were Xi Shi, the Fire Demon, and the father who felt regretful. The Monkey King, seated one position away, could be largely ruled out. With his extraordinary physical condition, it would have been extremely difficult for him to unbuckle his seatbelt, leap over the Fire Demon and the regretful father, and then strike the River God in the second row. Not only would he have been easily noticed by the two, but the kinetic energy of the roller coaster alone would have thrown him out of his seat. Thinking this way, he turned his attention to the petite young woman. Given her height and arm span, to turn around and kill someone would require her to unbuckle her seatbelt. Therefore, her likelihood of being the culprit was also quite low. Next, he needs to verify whether the fire demon has been lying and confirm whether the River King truly died during that time period. While the second round hasn't started yet, Zhang Yuanqing closes his eyes and mentally visualizes the outline of his father. If the River King did not die during the high-speed ride of the roller coaster, then the murderer must have struck during the initial slow incline—when the roller coaster had relatively little kinetic energy. At that moment, the person who can hear the sounds would be able to directly identify the killer. As the father's facial features gradually become clearer, Zhang Yuanqing's heart leaps with a sudden "thump," and his mind surges with vivid images, playing back the scene frame by frame from the very beginning of their spiritual journey. He carefully absorbs these images and patiently waits. Eventually, they board the vehicle. As the double-car roller coaster slowly begins to move, Zhang Yuanqing can no longer see any images because he has closed his eyes. Yet the sounds remain—his ears capture the steady beats and breaths of seven people. Then came Xizi’s sharp cry. The roller coaster plunged straight downward, roaring toward the next steep rise—just then, a heartbeat from the back row ceased. “Ah, what’s wrong with you?” Xie Lingxi gasped, staring in astonishment at her companion who now had blood streaming from his nostrils. The others stopped their debate and turned to look. “Nothing at all!” Zhang Yuanqing waved a hand, wiping blood from his nose, his mind strained but steady, smiled and said, “I’ve always had a tendency to bleed from the nose, especially when I see beautiful women.” Xie Lingxi blushed slightly. Xizi and the Fire Demon exchanged puzzled glances; the middle-aged man, embarrassed to be seen as a father, only glanced at Zhang Yuanqing. The last row’s Qi Tian Da Sheng took the opportunity to glance at Xie Lingxi’s face and Xizi’s chest. Zhang Yuanqing maintained his calm demeanor, though inside he was already muttering under his breath. The circumstances of He Bo’s death proved that the evil ones possessed a special method of killing! "In the quiet, silent way he takes people's heads without making a single sound—this is already quite terrifying. We must find a way to stop him. With each round, one person is killed. By the third round, only four of our team will remain, while we still have at least one entertainment event to enjoy. How are we supposed to handle this?!" By now, it seemed inevitable—certainly a death sentence. Even if the killer weren't some malevolent figure, but simply the rules of the roller coaster, the outcome would still be the same. Zhang Yuanqing grew increasingly anxious, his forehead beading with cold sweat. Everyone seemed suspect—right down to Xie Lingxi, standing beside him, and even the last person in the back, the Monkey King. Zhang Yuanqing scanned the group. The Shu Lingxi, furrowed brows and deep in thought; the Xi Shi, visibly uneasy; the middle-aged man, silent and composed but with a subtle sense of panic; and the Monkey King, eyes flickering with anxiety. For a moment, he felt as though all of them were performing—each one harboring their own hidden motives. The crisis of this quest wasn't just about the entertainment facilities—it also lay within At the same time, a doubt flashed through his mind again: why was He River Lord the one who died? Was it merely random killings by the evil ones, or was there another reason? Suppose I were a werewolf, and I had one random killing opportunity—whom would I choose to kill? With this thought, Zhang Yuanqing felt he had the answer. The most intelligent person in the group! "Then the next one to die would be me," Zhang Yuanqing said, his scalp tingling.