Horror Films and Comedies Are Just a Matter of Editing and Soundtrack

Every level was packed with people. Any spot could be hiding someone, and any person could trigger a trap. In this chaos, the maze instantly descended into madness. Nobody knew what might suddenly rise or fall from the floor, nobody knew what was coming in the next second. Most treasure hunters panicked, feeling like the whole maze had come alive, ready to swallow them whole. What they didn’t realize was, this situation was a bit like playing with a spirit board—the mystery is all an illusion, but the mess? That’s all their own doing.

Originally, the whole underground temple was split into several factions. The Three Wonders Sect was one group—the smallest in numbers, weakest in strength, but the most united. Sandlord and the Flower Kingdom’s crew were sort of together, medium-sized, decent strength, but full of hidden agendas. The rest of the treasure hunters, under Wind Wushang’s pressure, barely counted as one group: biggest numbers, strongest power, but zero teamwork. And then you had the lone wanderers like Jack Young.

It was all pretty clear at first. The underground maze is huge, but not endless—so many people wandering around three levels, they’d bump into each other soon enough, sort out who’s boss, and get to the juicy drama.

But now, the biggest group lost their numbers advantage in a flash. In this constantly shifting maze, headcount meant nothing, discipline was their Achilles’ heel, and Wind Wushang instantly lost control over most treasure hunters. Everyone got split up into little cliques.

Suddenly, folks realized the people bossing them around couldn’t even find them anymore—heck, they could barely find themselves! So what’s there to be scared of? Time to grab what you can!

Huh? You say the Innate Masters are scary? Sure, they’re scary—but they probably can’t even find the way out themselves! In a place like this, luck beats kung fu any day. Who knows, maybe today’s the day they suffocate in here. And even if you run into them later, just say you’ve been working hard the whole time—what reason do they have to kill you? With divine weapons up for grabs, if nobody’s watching, why not get greedy?

So, the situation in the maze started heading toward something both bloody and absurd.

If you filmed this whole thing realistically, added suspenseful music and twisted, shadowy expressions, the maze would be straight-up nightmare fuel. Down here, cut off from the world, everyone’s inner beast and greed just kept growing. All those fancy identities and moral codes? Fragile as thin ice—one touch and they’re gone. The civilized stuff people care about back in the real world? Forget it. Stick to your principles and you’ll be the first to die.

People’s eyes went wide, glowing red with greed. Mouths hung open, breathing heavy and hot. Heart rates shot up, adrenaline pumped, sweat mixed with drool and dripped to the floor. Fighting, snatching, yelling, screaming, wild laughter—it all echoed around the maze. Every second was a twist, every second a new surprise. Old grudges finally had their moment to explode.

The maze’s draft started to fill with the stench of blood.

—But wait!

Let’s switch perspectives for a sec. Imagine all the characters drawn as simple stick figures—like those police chalk outlines at a crime scene. Slap some labels like A, B, C, D on their faces, add some goofy music, and suddenly this whole maze situation is actually pretty hilarious.

Basically, there are a few typical scenarios.

Scenario 1: A walks alone to the end of the corridor and spots a divine weapon on a stone pedestal. Nobody’s around to stop him, so he bursts out laughing. But mid-laugh, a stone wall drops from the ceiling, landing right in front of his nose. The laughter cuts off, leaving him staring at a wall—like the monk Fa Hai separating Xu Xian and Lady White.

A starts banging and wailing at the wall, but it’s no use. He leaves, heartbroken.

Scenario 2: A, B, C, and D all walk to the end of the corridor and spot the divine weapon. They all burst out laughing. Suddenly, everyone stops, staring at each other, and then they all step back, eyeing each other suspiciously.

You know the saying: gentlemen argue, but don’t fight. Since everyone here’s got a reputation and is a well-known hero, when it comes to who gets the divine weapon, the four decide:

Convince each other with reason—nope, didn’t work.

Convince each other with virtue—nope, didn’t work.

Argue—nope, didn’t work.

Catfight—nope, didn’t work.

Sabotage and all-out brawl—

The four battle it out, swords clanging, when suddenly a doorway opens. E rushes in, grabs the sword, dashes off, and the door slams shut.

The four stare at each other for three seconds, drop the fight, rush the door, bang and wail at it, but it’s no use. They leave, heartbroken.

Scenario 3: A and B run into each other in a stone chamber and spot a divine weapon on the pedestal. This time A’s learned his lesson—he dives for the sword first, grabs it, and B tries to snatch it but gets knocked down. A raises the sword, laughing maniacally.

Then the door opens, C pops in, backstabs A, snatches the sword, and C raises the sword, laughing maniacally.

Then the door opens again, D pops in, backstabs C, grabs the sword, D raises the sword, laughing maniacally.

Then the door opens yet again, E pops in...

Then the door opens again, F, G, H, I, J all pop in...

Scenario 4, Scenario 5, Scenario N—there are endless variations, each more ridiculous than the last. In the eyes of a true goofball, any situation can be made adorable. Sure, there’s blood and madness everywhere, but from start to finish, there’s a streak of dark humor. If you step back and look at it through the same ‘director’s cut, harmonized, beautified’ lens, it’s not just funny—it’s downright absurd.

But it’s not easy to laugh out loud, because what’s funny isn’t the scene or the situation—it’s the collective stupidity of humanity. It’s like watching an old silent movie where the clown keeps slipping on the same banana peel over and over. Deep down, you can’t help but chuckle, but honestly, even that chuckle is pretty ridiculous.

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Alright, enough of the deep, artsy talk about human nature. Time for the hipsters to leave—we’re heading back to the world of lovable idiots.

Bottom line: if you were actually in the maze, you wouldn’t be laughing—you’d be losing your mind. Especially those folks who thought they had the upper hand and everything under control. The moment they realize it’s all gone haywire, you can imagine how miserable they feel.

"Idiots! Morons! Why are you all running around? Listen to my orders!" The Silverblade King was spinning in circles, so mad he was ready to start swinging his sword at people, but he just couldn’t keep things under control.

Wind Wushang wasn’t looking much better, but he kept his cool better than Silverblade King. “Peasants, don’t lose your heads. This place is a maze, changing every second—obviously designed by some South Wasteland master. Since we’re stuck, might as well go hunt for some divine weapons. Word is, besides regular and great divine weapons, there are a few Xuan Divine Weapons in this temple, just a step below the Wedding Dress Divine Skill. You’re called Silverblade King, but your sword’s just a regular divine weapon. If you found a Xuan Divine Sword, wouldn’t that be a stroke of luck?”

After a couple of pep talks from Wind Wushang, Silverblade King calmed down, bowed, and said, "I wouldn’t dare compete with Uncle. May fortune smile on you, Uncle! With your skills and a Xuan Divine Sword, you’ll be unstoppable among the Heavenly Kings!"

"Hahahaha, excellent!"

On another level, Lady Simone didn’t have anyone to vent or swap compliments with. Her mood wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t great either.

"Damn it, why are there so many traps under this South Wasteland temple? How come nobody’s ever heard about this?" She’d entered the temple by a different passage than Jack Young’s group—slower than them, but faster than the rest. She’d gone straight for the lowest level, barely pausing at the gold mountain on the third floor before moving on. Clearly, she had a very specific goal in mind.

She thought with all her time saved, her expendable scouts, and everyone following orders thanks to the jade zither, she’d be the fastest.

This mystical jade zither was Lady Simone’s proudest find—perfectly suited to her skills. Hidden within it was the music chapter of the Lianhua Compendium, all about sound-based martial arts and theory, even mind-control techniques. The zither itself could do this: with a little internal energy, the strings would emit a hypnotic sound. Lady Simone figured, with her skills and this zither, she was already unbeatable among sonic martial artists at the kingly level.

Sure enough, her Three Wonders Sect disciples, trained day and night, were easy to control—willing to die for her without hesitation. Even outsiders she met for the first time could be confused for a while; the weaker ones, especially the sleazy and foolish, would be dazed and become her temporary battle pets.

With such a killer skill and an awesome jade zither, she figured she could show off all over the world. So she always thought she’d be the first to reach her goal. Once she did, she’d have her battle pets clear the way, sneak out of the underground, and count it as a total win.

But reality smacked her right in the face.

This place was like a giant mud pit—she couldn’t move at all.

"Damn it, how can I be stuck here for so long?" Lady Simone’s phoenix eyes flashed with killing intent. "I have to find the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, kill that little thief, and get out of here!" Her hatred for Jack Young was bottomless, driving her to do anything crazy. Since things were already a mess, she’d just smash her way out!

Why let the South Wasteland folks lead her around by the nose? She’d break through their tricks her own way!

Lady Simone sat down cross-legged, the jade zither placed before her. Her slender fingers rested on the strings. Without moving, she poured her internal energy in, and the strings began to tremble and hum. Purple innate energy surged, and Lady Simone’s expression grew solemn. Mist like dry ice spread out in purple clouds, beautiful and mesmerizing, making all her battle pets around her dazed.

"Little thief, I should thank you—this trick was your idea!"

Zheng!! Suddenly, Lady Simone struck the strings hard, almost like smashing them. The zither’s sound exploded in all directions—countless notes and pitches, like endless radar waves, sweeping outward.