“I’m a bit confused,” Chen Junnan turned back and said. “Sister Fourteen, which deity from the Havoc in Heaven do you think this thing belongs to?”

“Ah?” Cui Fourteen felt that her train of thought had been constantly led by Chen Junnan. “Leader, why have we determined that our speculation must be in the direction of ‘Havoc in Heaven’…?”

“Isn’t it obvious enough? Monkey hair divine power, lotus flower divine power… what is this now? Is it some kind of silk manuscript?”

Chen Junnan held the jade piece with its cool texture in his hand and examined it, then muttered quietly, “Can’t even read the characters. It should be a ‘Heavenly Book,’ right? Could it be Taishang Laojun or Taibai Jinxing or something…”

“Uh…” Cui Fourteen scratched her head. The expression on her face was hard to describe—whether anxious or distressed. In any case, she looked at Chen Junnan with a complicated expression. “Leader… I feel that even if it really is ‘Havoc in Heaven,’ it doesn’t help us at all… Do we even need to think about these things?”

“But this jade piece is quite pretty…” Chen Junnan used his hand to wipe the dust off the jade piece and tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll find a chance to give it to Sister Dong.”

As the two were talking, a door to the side opened, and the bearded burly man and the middle-aged uncle walked in.

“Oh?” Chen Junnan raised his eyebrows. “How was it? Smooth?”

“This…” The two looked at each other, appearing to have also encountered something strange.

“Speak plainly,” Chen Junnan said.

The two nodded. Ma Twelve extended his hand from behind—in his hand he was carrying a small flower basket, while Wu Thirteen held a section of black iron rod that looked like a hairpin.

“Huh?” Chen Junnan walked forward to look at the flower basket and the iron rod, his face showing even more confusion.

“A hairpin and a flower basket…?” Cui Fourteen was also pondering the strangeness of this matter.

What use could this pile of completely unrelated things have?

Chen Junnan thought for a while and, finding no clues, could only say to everyone: “Don’t worry about those for now.”

Everyone knew that proceeding with the game was the most urgent matter. No matter how strange the things given here were, they didn’t necessarily need to figure them all out.

When the voice sounded in the broadcast, Chen Junnan took the lead in opening the door, and then everyone was once again puzzled.

On the table in this room was stuck a sword. The blade clearly had two characters carved on it: “Divine Power.”

And on the two doors directly ahead and to the left were written two words: “Exit.”

“Isn’t this it?”

Just as several people felt relieved, they suddenly felt something was wrong. These two doors leading to the exit looked very strange.

At some point, someone had pasted couplets on the right side of the left door and the left side of the right door.

The first line read: Men, women, old, young, rich, noble, poor, humble.

The second line read: Sword, lotus, donkey, basket, flute, book, fan, crutch.

Below this couplet was an opening similar to a ventilation duct. Above the opening was also written a large character in cursive script.

“Display”!

“This is bad!” Chen Junnan threw down what he was holding and hurriedly walked to the two doors to pull at them, discovering that both doors were locked. No matter how much he pulled, they wouldn’t budge at all.

“Leader… you…” Cui Fourteen also discovered that both doors were locked and for a moment didn’t know what to do. These two doors had an obvious difference from the other doors—there were no door bolts on them. They seemed to be locked by some mechanism.

“Need to greatly display divine powers… damn ‘Havoc in Heaven’…” Chen Junnan said through gritted teeth. “It has nothing to do with ‘Havoc in Heaven,’ but the direction is about right!”

He stopped pushing the door and took out the black hair and jade piece from his pocket, then said to the others: “Bring all the items over.”

After hearing this, Ma Twelve and Wu Thirteen didn’t dare delay and hurriedly handed over the flower basket and black iron hairpin.

Chen Junnan carefully laid out all the items on the ground, then slowly raised his eyebrows.

“As expected…” He touched the dirty blue-green ground, then turned back to say to everyone, “This isn’t an escape game at all… it’s ‘Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.'”

“Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea…?” Everyone looked at the items on the ground, still feeling somewhat unclear.

Chen Junnan stood up and pointed at the couplet on the wall: “Men, women, old, young, rich, noble, poor, humble—eight people. Combined with their magical treasures, aren’t these exactly the ‘Eight Immortals’?”

“Then these things…?”

Chen Junnan held several items in his hands and said to everyone: “Flower basket—Lan Caihe’s treasure. Lotus flower—He Xiangu’s treasure.”

“What about the remaining things?”

Chen Junnan lowered his head and pondered for a while, then held up the hairpin-like iron rod: “When I saw its size, I thought this was a pitch-black metal hairpin… but now looking at its shape, isn’t it an ‘Iron Crutch’?”

After listening to Chen Junnan’s explanation, everyone looked at the hairpin again and discovered that it was indeed a miniature iron crutch.

This was Tieguai Li’s treasure.

“As for this jade piece…” Chen Junnan was silent for a moment before speaking. “It should be Cao Guojiu’s ‘Jade Tablet.'”

Finally, he picked up the tuft of black hair: “What misled me most was this tuft of black hair marked ‘Divine Power’… thinking carefully, this isn’t human hair at all. This is ‘donkey hair.'”

“Donkey…?” After listening to Chen Junnan’s analysis, everyone felt that everything had become clear. “Zhang Guolao’s donkey?”

“Adding the ‘sword’ on the table, we’ve already obtained six of the Eight Immortals’ treasures,” Chen Junnan said. “We can’t get out of this game by ourselves. Opening these two doors requires collecting all eight treasures.”

Chen Junnan’s unconventional analysis made everyone feel the situation was particularly tricky.

At this time, Song Qi and Jiang Shi were still continuously “closing doors.” Originally, they thought everyone could escape once they reached the exit, but who could have imagined they would be stuck at the exit?

“As the saying goes, ‘Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Each Displaying Their Divine Powers’…” Chen Junnan said. “I should have realized earlier that this should be ‘eight divine powers.’ After all, the ground beneath our feet has always been blue-green, representing the sea. This damn game is called ‘Penglai,’ which is precisely the ‘Penglai Pavilion’ in legend that the Eight Immortals needed to leave after their gathering…”

“Then what should we do…?” Ma Twelve asked somewhat anxiously. “Leader, where should we find our remaining ‘treasures’?”

“They must be scattered throughout various rooms,” Chen Junnan said, narrowing his eyes. “Do any of you remember in which numbered rooms you found the ‘treasures’ just now?”

“I remember,” the middle-aged man Wu Thirteen spoke up. “At the very beginning of the game, we obtained this ‘Iron Crutch’ in the room. After passing through one room, we obtained the ‘Flower Basket.’ Looking at it this way, the rooms where we obtained ‘treasures’ were ‘Two’ and ‘Four.'”

“That’s right then,” Chen Junnan said. “If I remember correctly, the rooms where I obtained ‘treasures’ were ‘Six,’ ‘Eight,’ and ‘Twelve,’ plus the ‘Sixteen’ where we are now.”

“Ah!” After hearing this, Cui Fourteen asked, “As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. Could it be that all the ‘even-numbered’ rooms have ‘treasures’?”