Chapter 287
Isabella jumped with a shriek, her voice echoing off the walls.
Xanthea rolled her eyes, “I was just correcting you, it’s ‘stronger, not ‘ghost“.“”
“You scared the daylights out of me! Correct me, sure, but why keep patting my back?”
Isabella spat out the words in annoyance. Xanthea froze, puzzled, “I didn’t pat your back.”
At that, Isabella also froze
The air turned thick for a moment as they slowly turned around to see a ghoul with disheveled hair, a lolling tongue, and a body covered in blood. The ghastly figure grinned at them, revealing a terrifying smile, “Time for a bite.”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
Both screamed in horror.
Just as the ghoul lunged at them, it seemed to freeze in place.
Suddenly, two glowing screens appeared on the cave wall, displaying a message:
Warning! You have 5 minutes to answer the following questions. Fail to answer in time or answer incorrectly, you will face the attack from the ghoul! PS: Each of you has three attempts!
Xanthea quickly regained her composure and tapped Isabella, “Stop screaming, it won’t bite you yet. But if we don’t solve these questions, it would.”
“What should we do?”
“We’ve got two questions. And we need to answer them within 5 minutes. Which one do you choose?”
2 3 3 2 2 2 3 3 3 2 1 3 2 2 8 3 5 5
Isabella randomly pointed to the one on the right, and Xanthea moved to the left.
-Riddle: Why doesn’t the cobra in the forest bite any human?
Was that it?
As she read the question, she was confused.
At the control panel, the director saw the flood of comments, all from viewers worried about Xanthea, and a cunning smile spread across his face.
After this episode aired, Xanthea would undoubtedly command 90% of the conversation topics. That was why he assigned her the most thrilling and perilous haunted house, packed with nearly impossible challenges and puzzles, to ensure they could capture more of her and rake in higher ratings!
However, before he could gloat over his clever setup, Xanthea wrote down her answer: Because there are no humans in the forest.
That was quick!
Was she always this sharp?
On the other side, Isabella was panicking over a math problem, nearly in tears, with the ghoul hanging nearby, watching her intently as if ready to pounce and devour her.
“How on earth does eight 8s add up to 1000? No, this isn’t right either. Only one more chance left, this is impossible.”
The five–minute countdown on the screen kept ticking down, second by second, as if her very life was ticking away with it.
Isabella wanted to ask Xanthea for help but couldn’t swallow her pride.
Suddenly, Xanthea’s voice came from the other side, “Isabella, are you done?”
“N–no,” she stammered.
“Let me help you
Her offer sounded like a symphony from the heavens to Isabella’s ears.
Xanthea approached and focused on the problem.
Isabella watched in disbelief as Xanthea’s face, serious and lit by the glow of the screen, showed determination. Why would she help her?
*8*8+8+88+888.
Xanthea wrote down the solution, and immediately, a chime sounded from the system–Correct answer!