These two holes were roughly circular, with irregular edges.

Feng Bujue held up the kerosene lamp and peered inside. He discovered a pillow-sized space within the wall, empty except for what seemed to be writing on the back of the wall's wooden planks.

He used the pipe wrench to knock out the wood between the two holes, enlarging it into one big hole. Then, he stuck the kerosene lamp inside and leaned in, but still couldn't make out the writing on the wall.

Only the topmost two characters had been translated, reading [Incantation], while the lines below were as tiny as flies' wings, appearing only as black lines.

Feng Bujue immediately realized he needed a [Magnifying Glass].

He pulled his head back from the wall and, without leaning in, simply held up the magnifying glass and scanned over the text. Sure enough, the next second, he could see the translation of the text in the menu, even from a distance.

[hAkunA...mAtAtA... From now on... no worries or cares... hAkunA, mAtAtA! Easy to remember... keep singing... From now on... you don't have to worry anymore... no need to be like before... resigned to fate... hAkunA... mAtAtA...]

Below the lines was a sentence resembling a footnote: An ancient and magical African proverb, works every time.

Feng Bujue finished reading and threw the magnifying glass to the ground. "What a ripoff! Magical, my ass! In this weird, dark, disgusting script, you suddenly throw in something like this, are you crazy?

Africa, my ass! What does Africa have to do with this place? You seriously tell me about a 'barrier controlled by incantation,' and it's broken by an African proverb?

What the hell was that scene just now? If I had kept the door closed and not let that guy in, what kind of hint would I have gotten next? Would a warthog and a meerkat sing me up to the second floor after I opened the door?

What kind of script is this anyway? The scenery is blinding, the sound effects are deafening, and everywhere I go it smells like shit... the world-building is meaningless, full of heavy-handed gore, the puzzles are insane, the puzzle rules change whenever they want, and the hints are more and more nonsensical!"

He roared for a while, then panted for a while, cursing a lot of nasty words. It seemed hAkunA mAtAtA had really gotten to him...

Ten minutes later, he calmed down, tidied himself up, came to the staircase to the second floor, and recited the phrase from earlier.

The magic circle flickered a few times, followed by the sound of shattering glass. A few seconds later, the meat wall made of corpse fragments collapsed like an avalanche...

Feng Bujue had thought that after dispelling the curse, the things blocking his way would disappear, but he didn't expect this to happen.

Caught off guard, he was buried underneath and cursed from the bottom of his heart, "Motherf*cker! (Please translate into English yourself)" then climbed out. He was really glad he had facial equipment and had chosen to display it. Otherwise, the disgusting smell alone would have made him shout out ten curses like that.

In any case, the passage to the second floor had been opened, which was at least progress.

Feng Bujue adjusted his mood, singing the incantation with the melody as he walked up the stairs.

The arrangement of the rooms on the second floor was slightly different from the first floor. Directly above the foyer was a room with a door, while the layout and size of the other rooms were roughly the same.

All the doors of the rooms were closed. Feng Bujue wasn't in a hurry to explore them. He first followed the bloodstains on the ground to see where the synthetic man had gone. As a result, he went directly to the room located directly above the foyer.

The shape of this door was different from all the other doors in this house. The two door panels were made of metal. Even a layman could tell that it was a very expensive metal, completely different from the cheap, rusty iron door in the 2nd basement level. The door was over two and a half meters high, its upper edge close to the roof, and its width was almost as wide as the corridor.

"Hum... This size... As expected, it was designed with monsters in mind..." Feng Bujue said, reaching out and grabbing the two handles on the door, pulling them a few times. "Well, as expected, I can't open it."

He had guessed that this kind of room could only be entered later in the game. So, he returned to the stairs and began searching the room closest to the stairwell.

At this time, Feng Bujue was not in the "Death Warning" state, and he couldn't rule out the possibility of encountering a "door ambush," so he carefully and slowly pushed open the door, and once again took out the iron bar from his knapsack to test the room for traps.

After doing all this, he picked up the lamp and walked in.

Before him was a bedroom, which was surprisingly clean. The bed was clean, and the sheets and bedding were folded; there was a photo frame on the bedside table, and two wardrobes stood against the wall. Like downstairs, the windows were closed, and it was pitch black outside. There was a small flower pot on the windowsill, which was empty except for soil. There were two possible explanations: first, the plant inside had turned into soil; second, the plant inside had mutated into some kind of animal and left on its own...

Feng Bujue went straight to the bedside table and picked up the photo frame. In the photo frame, there was another faded yellowed photo. This time there were three people, two boys about fifteen or sixteen years old, and a mother about forty years old.

As with what had happened in the study, Feng Bujue looked at the photo for a few seconds, and a piece of footage appeared at the right time.

Lightning outside the window indicated it was a stormy night.

In this room, a brown-haired boy was sitting in a chair next to the bed. A woman was lying on the bed, her face pale, her eyes sunken. The two held hands tightly, tears welling up in the woman's eyes.

"Arthur... there's something Mom has to tell you..."

"I know," Arthur replied, "I'm a Xing clansman, I'm... adopted..."

The mother was silent for a few seconds, "No, you are my child, even if I didn't give birth to you, but..."

"Don't say it, Mom, you don't need to say that. Of course, I am your child, always will be." Arthur squeezed his mother's hand.

"You are smart and strong. I trust you. You have always taken care of yourself." The mother sighed, "But your brother is too kind and too weak, he..."

"Don't worry, Mom, I only have one brother." Arthur interrupted, "I will definitely take care of him." As he said this, he lowered his head, as if sinking into grief.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and at this moment, the picture gave a close-up of the corner of Arthur's mouth.

He was actually smiling...