Why? This is the shared sentiment of everyone—why is the controller ineffective? Why must a father sacrifice himself to save this young girl? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't understand, though his attention was entirely focused on the voice emanating from the car’s built-in speaker. Demon King? Did it just say "Demon King"?! Why would a robot's voice system mention a Demon King? Suddenly, he remembered the information left behind by Bing Brother. Could it be that the item Bing Brother had asked him to find was exactly this automobile figure? His mind filled with astonishment. "Clang… clang…" The Divine Object launched two powerful kicks, sending the car person sliding sideways half a meter. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly snapped into focus and called out: "Quick! Return inside the vehicle!" Without needing his prompting, Xi Shi—the Fire Demon—and Qi Tian Great Saint had already opened their doors and were preparing to enter the cab for safety. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the dazed Xie Lingxi and lifted her up, then positioned himself so that his own upper body was tucked beneath her arms, before hastily stepping into another vehicle. "Clang!" The door closed behind them, sealing out the danger. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a quiet sigh of relief and finally turned to his two companions—the ones who had survived with only faint life signs. Though they hadn’t died yet, it was clear that time would soon become their adversary. Xie Lingxi regained her awareness, her gaze complexly fixed on the middle-aged man, softly asking: "Why?" Why must you risk your life to save me? In response to the young woman’s question, the father—now pale and drained—spoke with an unusually calm tone, counter-questioning: "Doesn't it take a reason to save someone?" Xie Lingxi was momentarily stunned. Uncle, this isn’t something you usually say… Zhang Yuanqing thought, feeling his own heart stirred by the simplicity of the reply. For a moment, that simple and sincere answer deeply touched him. The father said softly: "You needn't be grateful to me, nor feel guilty. I saved you—not because of any particular connection we share. For someone like me, death may well be a form of liberation. If you knew what I had done in the past, you’d no longer see me as worthy of pity—indeed, I wouldn’t expect such compassion from anyone." His voice was weak and fragmented, trailing off: "Wang Tai…" "May I ask?" "I'd like to entrust you with one task—if you survive this amusement park journey, find someone and deliver a message to him. As repayment, I shall share with you something that pertains directly to the mission." Why me? Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyes, glancing at Xie Lingxi beside him. The father’s face grew even more pallid, his voice frail: "She is an official…" Ah—so she’s someone from the official staff? Then perhaps his story shouldn’t be known by them? Zhang Yuanqing thought it over and nodded: "Agreed—I’ll do it, on condition that I survive this amusement park." "The person I’d like you to find is called 'Wu Hen' Master. Deliver this message to him…" The father paused, a mixture of bewilderment, resentment, and sorrow flickering in his eyes. "I'm truly sorry—it’s still unclear whether it's my fault or the world’s at fault." Zhang Yuanqing paused, then said: "I’ve noted that down." The father nodded with satisfaction: "I’ll give you an address—and the information as compensation. Lean in close and I’ll speak it to you." Zhang Yuanqing lowered himself, bringing his ear close, and after a few seconds, he lifted his head again, speaking softly: "Good—this is my exchange. I’ll handle this task for you." The father’s face relaxed; no longer trying to hold on, the glow in his eyes dimmed instantly. Xie Lingxi's eyes glistened and tears rolled down her cheeks. Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t tell whether she was genuinely crying or just acting—after a moment of thoughtful pause, he said: "He is an Enchantment Demon—the very one who spoke to me just now. I don’t yet understand why he saved you—but perhaps it has nothing to do with you at all. You needn’t feel guilty." Evil Organizations, after all, each carry their own stories. Xie Lingxi sniffed and nodded gracefully: "I know—he carries a strong aura of ill fortune. I've known for some time that he belongs to the Evil Organization… What shall we do now?" She knew Wang Tai was an Evil Organization member—Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes darkened as he recalled her every gesture, then turned his gaze outward through the window. There, Red Dance Shoes were engaging in fierce combat with the automobile figure. According to their observations, each time the car person appeared, it would pursue and chase Realm Walkers for five continuous minutes. Yet now, that period had passed—yet this steel giant remained motionless. Zhang Yuanqing’s gaze swept across the battle between Red Dance Shoes and the car person before drifting to the rear of the vehicle. There, Xi Shi was tapping on the window, casting urgent glances in their direction—as if calling out for someone. Behind her stood a heated argument between Fire Demon and Qi Tian Great Saint. The sudden shift in dynamics had caused them to fall into conflict—Xi Shi must have been trying to summon help, but the distance made communication impossible. If this situation continues, we’ll be trapped inside these vehicles—we suspect they’re not only afraid of the car person, but also of Red Dance Shoes—for just now, one hour has nearly passed. Zhang Yuanqing gazed thoughtfully at the elegant young woman beside him and said: "You’ve seen what’s happening outside—what are your thoughts?" Regardless of whether this girl is feigning weakness or truly frail, her presence in the park clearly indicates she isn’t foolish—a qualified captain should know how to seek advice from a wise colleague. Still, Xie Lingxi maintained her gentle demeanor and murmured: "To resolve this crisis, we must first identify where the problem lies—what is causing the car person to act unkindly?" Indeed—the car person has been acting unkind, coming in with deception and surprise attacks. Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Continue." "Earlier, when I pressed the controller, it remained still. That shows the controller works—it doesn’t appear that the automobile figure is deceiving us. Thus, we have already successfully halted its operations once." Xie Lingxi explained: "I noticed something interesting—after restoring power, the words it spoke changed. Could it be that the car person’s control system has been altered? Perhaps we need to shut it down again?" Shut it down a second time… Zhang Yuanqing silently pondered this statement—he didn’t press for more details because Xie Lingxi likely hadn’t considered such depth, yet her analysis offered him clear inspiration. The automobile figure must be connected to the information left by Bing Brother. To understand Bing Brother’s disappearance and the connection with Demon King, he needs to gain control of this car person. Since entering the Jinshui Amusement Park, Zhang Yuanqing hadn’t forgotten Bing Brother’s clues—but had not actively pursued them either. After all, with a Rank S difficulty, merely making it through was considered fortunate—random exploration often proved fatal. So Bing Brother’s traces were meant to unfold by chance. Now, this situation is actually favorable—the mission and the clue are both achieved—provided he can resolve the crisis. Within Bing Brother's message, apart from the Spirit Realm number, there stood only one sentence: "One life, two brothers." Now that he has heard it again—"Shut down once more"—he seems to understand its significance. Zhang Yuanqing decided to test this theory and opened the door. "You…!" Xie Lingxi gasped in surprise, issuing a short call. Nearby, inside the vehicle, Xi Shi was momentarily stunned—Qi Tian Great Saint and Fire Demon also ceased their argument. Where did Wang Tai go? Was he returning for the Red Dance Shoes? Zhang Yuanqing closed the door and moved toward the automobile figure, stopping about five to six meters away, settling his breath deeply, then spoke loudly: "One life, two brothers!" The voice echoed through the underground parking area. And then—an astonishing scene unfolded. Just moments before, the car person had been furious and aggressive—now it abruptly stopped as if suddenly losing power. Then, the speaker embedded in its chest emitted a voice: "Command received!" The steel armor covering its chest began to creak and separate, revealing internal wiring and an inner black square box. Zhang Yuanqing approached, thoughtfully. To prevent another surprise attack, he summoned Red Dance Shoes to cover his feet—ensuring full mobility before moving closer. At the automobile figure’s front, Zhang Yuanqing lifted off the square box. The casing was composed of black composite metal; on its front panel were speakers and two buttons. Judging from appearance alone, it looked like a compact speaker—a size roughly half a palm wide. Then, information appeared in his line of sight: [Name: Cat King Speaker] [Type: Audio Device] [Function: Plays audio] [Introduction: Long ago, there once lived a cat king who deeply loved music and declared he would challenge the God of Light. The God of Light severely punished this arrogant feline by sealing its soul within an instrument. For years thereafter, the cat king existed in solitude until a musician from the East discovered this instrument and transformed it into a speaker.] [Note 1: Drumbeat—when drumbeats begin, you will gain unparalleled determination and your enemies will be deeply intimidated.] [Note 2: Suona—when Suona sounds, you shall prevail—but you must end combat within three minutes; otherwise, the Suona sound will be used for a different purpose.] [Note 3: Meow, meow, meow! (Whoever dares to lock me up again—I’ll scratch their face to pieces!).] [Note 4: I want to sing—so I shall sing loud!] A piece of Prop—an item with cost implications. It’s the very object Bing Brother had entrusted to him. From the notes, two audio functions are stored—the drumbeat and Suona. The drumbeat enhances combat strength while intimidating opponents. The Suona note is well-understood—must finish the battle within three minutes or else the Suona will be used for another purpose—but how does this relate to Bing Brother’s statement: "He left everything behind"? And what do Notes 3 and 4 mean? Zhang Yuanqing studied the speaker carefully in his hand. Overall, it is a commendable Prop—an auxiliary item with cost implications. The effect of either drumbeat or Suona has not yet been tested—yet its significance surely lies in something special. What exactly Bing Brother concealed within this device remains to be discovered. At that moment, seeing the car person finally halted and no longer revived, Xi Shi and her companions emerged from their vehicles. "Finally—we’ve cleared the underground parking area, Wang Tai. Thank you!" Qi Tian Great Saint smiled warmly. Xi Shi approached with a gentle grace, softly saying: "Wang Tai Brother—I knew you wouldn’t let us down. I was calling for you inside the vehicle just now—did you hear?" Brother? Zhang Yuanqing looked at her—the woman in her thirties could well be his mother were she a few years older. "How did you know about this method to shut down the automobile figure? What is this object?" The Fire Demon’s gaze was intense on the speaker. "A piece of Prop—an auxiliary item," Zhang Yuanqing smiled, choosing not to answer the first question immediately and said: "I’ve acquired a solid gain—everyone—this piece I’m keeping for myself." Before the Fire Demon could speak, Red Dance Shoes appeared, stepping gracefully toward them. She then said: "The matter is yours—the object belongs to you—it’s fair." "Fair—fair," Xi Shi and Qi Tian Great Saint nodded in agreement as they looked at Red Dance Shoes. As Zhang Yuanqing reached to place the Cat King Speaker into his inventory list, an unexpected message appeared: [Cannot store this item.] Unable to store it? Zhang Yuanqing was surprised—and then understood the meaning behind Note 3. How inconvenient—this Prop cannot be stored in the inventory, so it will have to be carried at all times. At that moment, the group received a Spirit Realm notification: [You’ve completed your underground parking area task. You are now engaged in the 'Heart Rattled' series of tasks. The facilities in this sequence are: Ride-on Roller Coaster—Underground Parking Area—Ghost House (Marriage of the Dead)—Detective Puzzle Hall. Please proceed to the third location within half an hour.] In addition, Zhang Yuanqing received another message: [Chime—the team has successfully completed a task under your leadership. You now have one opportunity to exercise your Captain’s authority. Designate one member among the team who is secretly an Evil Organization member; the designated individual will be eliminated!] [If no choice is made within thirty seconds, this opportunity will be forfeited.] This time, Zhang Yuanqing didn’t hesitate—he silently thought: "Abandon." … Leaving the parking area, a gentle breeze flowed through. The park’s lighting remained as dreamy and enchanting as ever; soft and melodic music drifted from afar. Zhang Yuanqing walked behind Red Dance Shoes, surveying his surroundings before turning to his companions and saying: "Wait just a moment—I’ll step out for a while." Faced with their scrutinizing glances, he smiled and explained: "Returning the Divine Object requires a certain cost—a price that doesn't quite suit your current view." The group nodded hesitantly. At a quiet spot, where no one else was around, Zhang Yuanqing removed the pretense, set the audio device aside, and accepted the dance invitation extended by the Red Dance Shoe. Immediately, crisp tapping sounds echoed through the night. Just then, without any prior notice, the speaker beside him began playing music: "Let’s dance instead—chatting feels less pleasant than dancing; it makes one feel comfortable… keep dancing—dating is no better than dancing; let's simply grow closer this way…" What on earth? How did this guy suddenly start playing music? Zhang Yuanqing, already feeling a bit embarrassed from his dynamic movements, was startled by the melody and nearly lost balance, faltering mid-step. Ah—that’s what Remark 4 means! This setup is truly awkward. Not only does he have to perform an uncomfortable dance, but now there's also this off-putting music playing right in front of everyone—how do I ever present myself? He thought it over with a mix of unease and frustration. The bright singing filled the air, gradually overshadowing the tap sounds. The Red Dance Shoe seemed displeased, tapping more vigorously and consistently. After several minutes, Zhang Yuanqing concluded his dance, and the Red Dance Shoe automatically returned to its inventory slot. When he stepped back into the group, something felt different—was it just an illusion? He noticed that everyone was now looking at him in a noticeably unusual way. The five of them followed the signs deeper into the amusement park. As they progressed, the lighting dimmed and their mood grew increasingly solemn. The third challenge—the Ghost House—was the only element infused with supernatural ambiance within the park. According to the Spirit Realm introduction, the transformation of the entire park into an S-level Instance stemmed largely from these shifts in spiritual energy. After walking for four or five minutes, they arrived at a tranquil alleyway. The architectural style favored that of the 1920s and 1930s—white walls, black tiles, and two-story courtyard buildings surrounded by high wooden walls. At every house, white lanterns hung beneath the eaves. The ground beneath their feet had subtly shifted from concrete to a pathway of smooth river stones. The music that once seemed faint behind them faded entirely as they entered this narrow alley—completely silent now. Under the night sky, white lanterns glowed against the dark walls; everything around was still and utterly quiet. Xi Shi clutched Zhang Yuanqing’s arm tightly, looking from side to side with a trembling voice: "I’m not afraid of being killed—I simply cannot bear this atmosphere." Xie Lingxi didn’t hold onto Zhang Yuanqing’s arm, but her face had turned slightly pale, and her expression remained tense. The celestial hero, Qi Tian Da Sheng, and the person_name Fire Demon were a little more composed, yet their expressions betrayed mild unease—frequently glancing over their shoulders, as though something were following them. Only Zhang Yuanqing remained calm. Though the air was heavy with ghostly energy, it felt remarkably comforting to him—as if he’d finally come home. It was likely this very composure that inspired Xi Shi and Xie Lingxi to keep drawing closer to him, seeking his reassurance. Unconsciously, they reached the entrance of a large courtyard—one that stood apart from the others. Here, the lanterns hung red, their light glowing like blood, casting an unmistakable crimson hue across the front porch. The door was adorned with festive couplets and scrolls in bright red ink—the family must be celebrating a wedding. Their destination had arrived. Everyone exchanged glances—then simultaneously turned to look at Zhang Yuanqing. Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and knocked firmly on the door, his voice clear: "Is anyone there? I’ve come to marry your daughter." As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open—and a cold, eerie wind rushed out from within. As the Night Wandering Deity, Zhang Yuanqing’s back hairs stood rigid, and in a low tone, he murmured: "Ghostly beings have arrived…"