Facing the intense gaze of his teammates, Zhang Yuanqing shared his idea: "I have a tool that can bind the Autobot, giving us ample time to locate the controller." His sense of being a father, as well as Xi Shi and Xie Lingxi, furrowed their brows. The Fire Demon and the Saint of Heaven and Earth looked puzzled: "A tool? Didn't our skills and tools get sealed?" Xi Shi smiled warmly, explaining: "Earlier, while we were in the car, we found a card that states we can use a tool once." Can we use a tool? The Fire Demon and the Saint of Heaven and Earth were initially delighted, but then frowned. The latter asked cautiously: "Are you suggesting you'll use the tool to face off against that Autobot alone, buying us time?" Recalling the Autobot's fierce strength, the Fire Demon shook his head quickly: "This proposal isn't solid—unless our active skills are unsealed and we combine them with the tool, then perhaps we can stand a chance against that robot." This time, Xie Lingxi also agreed with the Fire Demon, softly and hesitantly saying, "Brother Wang Tai, this is quite risky. We are all transcendental-stage spiritual travelers, and the tools we've come into contact with are mostly at this level. Can truly transcendent-quality tools really resolve the Autobots' threat?" Tools are categorized by type rather than by rank, though the spiritual travelers know that rank is a hidden attribute—most tools obtained during the transcendental stage fall within this tier. With a slightly embarrassed fatherly tone, he remarked, "This idea is quite daring. If a single tool could easily resolve the threat, then the card in the vehicle wouldn't even be present." He was reminding Zhang Yuanqing not to underestimate the situation and waste a card unnecessarily—how could an S-tier mission be this simple? Clearly, the team members found Wang Tai's proposal unconvincing, yet due to Zhang Yuanqing's well-earned reputation, they only offered counterarguments without firmly opposing it. While conventional tools wouldn't suffice, tools of a rule-based nature certainly could! Faced with his teammates' lack of trust, Zhang Yuanqing, who deeply understood the power of the Red Slippers, smiled gently. "As an experienced traveler of the Spirit Realm, do you really doubt my judgment? Don't forget—we're all on the same rope. How could I take my own life seriously?" His expression was full of confidence, and his tone utterly composed. At this moment, Wang Tai's consistent performance proved decisive—his teammates furrowed their brows, still skeptical but no longer objecting. After all, they either lacked the necessary tools or had no strong defensive equipment. As for the part about being a father who felt embarrassed, he didn't dispute the latter point, even if he didn't fully embrace the idea of his own experience. Zhang Yuanqing: "We're running out of time—everyone, hurry and find the car keys." The six Spirit Realm travelers moved swiftly. In the following moments, Zhang Yuanqing found two keys, Xi Shi found one, Qi Tian Da Sheng found one, and Xie Lingxi found one as well. Each of them found their corresponding vehicles, unlocked them, and inspected them. The only item of note was a metallic card inside the young girl's car; everyone else came away empty-handed. Shi Lingxi's card read: 【You have one opportunity to transfer your resentment.】 Unfortunately, the vehicles in the parking lot could not be driven... Zhang Yuanqing sighed with regret, when suddenly a loud, resonant engine sound came from afar. The group, like startled deer, quickly stretched their necks, turning toward the sound. At the entrance of the underground parking garage, the towering automaton—two meters tall—reappeared, carrying a chainsaw, its eyes blazing red, its chest microphone shouting: "Everyone must die!" Xi Shi screamed, "Wang Tai!" The others hurried to gather around the same vehicle, opened the doors, but did not immediately enter to seek shelter—instead, they looked toward Zhang Yuanqing with a sense of anticipation. Zhang Yuanqing drew out the metallic card from his pocket. 【Ding! Would you like to use the card to activate the inventory?】 "Yes!" At that very moment, he once again sensed the presence of his inventory, swiftly opening it to summon the red ballet slippers. A subtle glow of deep red shimmered and danced, finally solidifying into a pair of red ballet slippers before the lifeless owner. "Tic-toc…", the fresh, delicate, and elegant slippers swiftly circled Zhang Yuanqing, stepping with an unyielding, lively grace, as if delighted to be dancing at all. Yet to Xie Lingxi and the others, this scene seemed rather eerie. Ballet slippers? Slippers that moved on their own? Perhaps it was just a feeling—without any clear reason, they instinctively felt a chill and a sense of fear whenever they looked at the slippers. Ah, if I hadn't been forced to, I truly wouldn't have used it… Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly. In fact, when he first saw the card, his initial thought had been: the haunted house is finally stable. No matter how terrifying the spirits within the haunted house may be, they are still spirits. The Vamana Rod carries the power of the Sun God and also contains half of the Lady’s yang essence, making it a powerful force against all阴 (yin) entities. Once inside the haunted house, Zhang Yuanqing summons the Vamana Rod. Under the light of the great sun, even if the ghost bride is as eager as she is, she will inevitably collapse, weeping and pleading: "My lord, please don’t!" However, resolving the immediate crisis is the priority. The underground parking garage may seem straightforward, yet it proves to be quite challenging. Moreover, there is an added advantage to using the red ballet slippers: they serve to intimidate the murderer. Should the murderer disregard and eliminate him, in the worst-case scenario, the red ballet slippers—once deprived of their owner—will revert to their original state and begin chasing every spirit traveler within the space. Everyone will perish together. Watching the car drivers rush toward them, Zhang Yuanqing gently says, "Go!" and the red ballet slippers glide swiftly away. Two ethereal streaks of red light flashed like lightning, striking the Autobot's chest with a resounding "clang-clang." The steel Autobot, hurtling forward with the force of a thunderbolt, came to a sudden halt, slipping slightly backward. This was not the end—red ballet slippers, planted firmly on the ground, then delivered a dense barrage of stomps. Each step sent tremors rippling through the Autobot's mechanical frame, causing it to wobble and stagger. The Autobot's movements were completely halted. Furious, the Autobot swung its electric saw, yet the blade—capable of cutting through gold and jade—could not reach the red slippers. The slippers seemed to exist in a realm beyond reality. The only slight disappointment was that the Autobot's unyielding body could not be touched or affected by the slippers. To the fire demon Xi Shi and the others, however, this scene was nothing short of breathtaking. "What is this device? What is this magic?!" Xi Shi exclaimed, eyes gleaming with delight and longing. Xi Shi, Xie Ling, and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, their gaze upon the red ballet slippers now ting Due to the scarcity of items, the inhabitants of the spiritual realm have an innate yearning and greed for powerful artifacts etched into their very genes. "Don't go into the car—go find the key!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted, adding with emphasis, "The price of these shoes is that if I don't retrieve my inventory within one hour, they'll kill anyone indiscriminately." The faces of the fire demon and others pale slightly; their lingering greed vanishes instantly, and they hurry to begin their search without further delay. The Monkey King reluctantly turns away from his lingering gaze on the red dancing shoes, recalling their cost and exclaims loudly, "Wang Tai, please don't die—because if you do, these shoes will become another, even greater threat." Once the Monkey King is gone, the red dancing shoes will serve as a constant obstacle to the Autobots, repeatedly shielding them from danger. After half an hour of relentless searching, Xie Lingxi finally finds the controller inside one of the sedans. "Is this it? Is this it?" the little girl shouts with all her might. How lucky this girl is… Everyone paused what they were doing and rushed toward her at an unprecedented speed. In her hands was a long, sleek black metallic object, resembling an older-style mobile phone, with a antenna at the top and a red button at the center. "Try it," urged the Fire Demon. Shi Lingxi glanced at Zhang Yuanqing, who nodded, so she pressed the red button. For a moment, everyone held their breath, turning their attention to the robot engaged in battle with the red ballet shoe. Suddenly, the towering steel figure stiffened, as if its power supply had been cut, all movements halting. The red glow in its eyes faded. "Tap, tap, tap…" The red ballet shoe kicked the robot several times, then stopped, puzzled, as the iron statue remained motionless. It then trotted back toward Zhang Yuanqing, tapping steadily. Here it comes, it's coming to dance with me… Zhang Yuanqing felt a deep relief, though a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his slight unease. "Success!" Xie Lingxi shouted in delight. Xi Shi and the others exhaled in relief, their faces bright with joy. No one had died—everyone had made it through unscathed. As they prepared to express their gratitude and praise to Zhang Yuanqing, they suddenly noticed the car figure that had seemingly come to a halt just beyond—its eyes glowing with red light, its engine roaring once more, charging forward like an arrow toward the group. In Xie Lingxi’s eyes, the steel monster hurtling toward her sped past, the electric saw roaring with its motor’s hum, and her mind went blank. But in the next instant, she saw the humble, sincere face of a man who had failed to live up to the role of a father, and the anger and determination in his eyes. With a surge of regret, he fiercely pushed her aside, colliding with the electric saw himself. His body was severed in two by the saw, his intestines, organs, and upper half crashing to the ground with a sharp crack—blood sprayed out in a violent, mournful bloom.