Chapter 263: Wu Yue’s Quick Analysis Astonishes Everyone

Chapter 263 Miss Wu Yue's rapid analysis left everyone stunned

Jiang Qian and Jiang Mubai looked at each other.

Jiang Qian said sincerely, "I think Mrs. Leah might fall in love with her."

Jiang Qian: "Since earlier, the Mental Pollution levels in this livestream have exceeded the warning threshold. The system automatically switched to shielding mode the moment Wu Yue entered to prevent the risk of Mental Pollution spreading."

Jiang Mubai: "Exactly, and the Mental Pollution levels are still skyrocketing. Even with my SS-rank mental strength, just watching from a distance makes me sick.

It's hard to imagine what kind of Mental Pollution impact Wu Yue is enduring while being right in the middle of it—yet she still looks so relaxed!!"

No way... just no way!!

According to their information, Wu Yue only has A-rank mental strength!

An A-rank facing an SSS-level final boss head-on, even outmatching her in sheer presence!!

Jiang Mubai felt there was no need to test anymore—why bother with DNA tests? What kind of DNA test was even necessary?!

That innate high IQ, godlike logic, a mind that could short-circuit anyone, and the sheer dominance despite being four whole levels lower in mental strength—if this wasn't his little sister, he'd eat his hat on live stream!!

Being invincible is impressive, but overcoming higher levels and defeating the strong while weak will always be the ultimate flex!!

The ultimate flex!!!

Mrs. Leah couldn't tear her gaze away from Wu Yue's face, but when the tightly held hand was abruptly released, she felt utterly hollow.

Wu Yue leisurely pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, an aloof smile on her face.

"Apologies, but I am a married woman after all. I have to keep my hands clean in public."

Casually tossing the tissue into the wastebasket, she turned to leave.

"Mrs. Leah, this was... enjoyable. Rest early."

Mrs. Leah made a desperate grab for her, "Shen... no, Miss Wu Yue, will you come again tomorrow night?"

Wu Yue: "Who knows? If I feel like it."

Mrs. Leah's eyes brimmed with hope, "I'll wait for you!"

Wu Yue didn't answer, leaving behind an ambiguous smile before turning away.

The moment she opened Mrs. Leah's door, she was suddenly back in the hallway she had left.

Seeing Wu Yue reappear, Shen Que immediately rushed over, "Yue Yue, are you alright?"

Wu Yue fought back the blood surging up her throat and whispered, "Let's go back to the room first."

Shen Que caught the iron tang of blood, his eyes darkening instantly, "Can you walk?"

Wu Yue's vision kept fading in and out—she could barely keep herself from passing out.

After all, if she lost control of her body now, the only outcome awaiting her would be brain death.

Without hesitation, Shen Que swept Wu Yue up bridal-style and returned to their room.

The moment they entered, Wu Yue rushed to the bathroom and doubled over, vomiting a mouthful of blood—the long-suppressed blood was so old it had turned black.

Shen Que gently dabbed her face with cool water, his expression terrifyingly dark.

Wu Yue braced her hands on the sink and lifted her head to look into the mirror.

The person in the mirror was smiling at her, just as she had seen in Mrs. Leah's room—another soul wore her face as it grinned at her.

The mental pollution in Mrs. Leah's room had already pushed Wu Yue to the brink. Now, everything she saw was eerie and distorted.

The clean edges of the drain were covered in tangled, long hair. Water seeped endlessly from the damp gaps in the floor, submerging the tiles and causing the hair from the drain to creep toward her, rising over her feet.

A choking sensation gripped her. Wu Yue gulped air, fighting for breath.

Someone was approaching from behind. She glanced sideways—a broken doll, sporting a ghastly pale mask, drew closer, its eerie smile weeping trails of blood.

Too much. Too much sensory overload made it nearly impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.

She kept reminding herself: *Keep it together, Wu Yue. Breathe.*

Illusions have no power. As long as you don’t succumb to fear, they can never trap you.

Think carefully—how to break the illusion.

First, destroy the most unnatural element!

Wu Yue suddenly raised her head and drove her fist through the mirror. The glass exploded into shards, just like the mirror in Mrs. Leah’s room.

The figure in the mirror contorted in furious resentment, raging as it tried to break free before finally vanishing.

As the mirror fragments fell, the creeping water and hair vanished instantly.

"Yue Yue."

Wu Yue slowly turned her head and saw Shen Que’s eyes raw with worry.

"Shen Que, I’m fine."

This was a trial she had to endure.

Wu Yue asked, "How much longer until dawn?"

Shen Que replied, "Less than an hour."

The walls were crooked. The paintings writhed with unnatural life.

Black swans fluttered in the room, nuzzling neck against neck—until suddenly, they turned violent, savaging each other's throats.

Without psychic stabilization, the world she saw would remain distorted.

What the eyes see isn’t necessarily real. If the eyes deceive, then stop using them.

Wu Yue took out paper and a pen from her space, though the paper curled like living flesh and the pen sprouted teeth. Closing her eyes to shut out the impossible visions,

she began to write, methodically transcribing every clue.

Shen Que leaned in and saw Wu Yue writing:

"I will document all the clues I found in Mrs. Leah’s room. At dawn, I must enter the neural stabilization chamber immediately to recalibrate my psyche.

Before nightfall, regardless of my recovery progress, I must be awakened and re-enter the castle grounds."

Shen Que, "Mhm."

"I suspect that the Leah we see is just her spiritual form. Even if the spirit is attacked, the physical form remains unharmed."

"The spirit can move through countless paintings, reaching any place she desires at any time."

"However, only by locating the physical body can Leah truly be harmed."

"If I'm not mistaken, Leah's corpse is hidden in the room she invited me to."

"Because the level of Mental Pollution endured upon entering that room is much stronger than what one faces when confronting Leah directly outside."

"After entering Leah's room, I noticed its layout is different from the guest rooms'."

"Additionally, based on my earlier observations of room layouts from the outside and various hallway levels, the spatial structure of Leah's room doesn't match any from the first to fourth floors."

"There's a mirror in Leah's room. When you stand in front of it, you can see a window behind."

"I discovered that it's a window facing the corridor."

"While the outside is completely dark, that window emits light—the yellow glow of hallway lights."

"This is absolutely not how a castle mistress's master bedroom should appear."

"If the room Leah invited me into indeed contains her real body, it's highly likely located at the end of a corridor or in the basement."

"And most probably, the appearance and existence of this room are totally unexpected."

"Leah told me that the maid is a witch who sought to replace her as the castle's mistress through a life-exchange ritual."

Under the astonished and then shocked gazes of Shen Que and Jiang Qian and Jiang Mubai behind the camera,

Wu Yue wrote:

"But... I don't think so...."