Chapter 45: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (16)

The next morning, they went out.

The rain didn't stop, and a layer of fog covered the entire town, almost the same as the uneasy and weird atmosphere within the scene.

Feng Zhibei looked up at the riverside and saw traces of dragging and blood nearby.

He seemed to remember something and asked Yan Chuxue: "Where is that shrine? I remember..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a sharp voice.

“…You’re the commentator, right? You’re the commentator!”

A blood-stained hand stretched out from the mist, and a ragged middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes staggered towards Feng Zhibei.

As he walked, he nervously scratched his face, "Why didn't you save us... Why didn't you tell us the hidden plot? Why didn't you tell us the strategy?"

He almost roared the last sentence.

Yan Chuxue unnoticeably blocked Feng Zhibei behind her and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her coldly.

The man exuded a foul odor, his eyes bulged out, and his tattered ancient costume was stained with dirt. It was obvious that something was wrong with him.

The comments had been chatting about everything, but when they saw this scene, they immediately started discussing.

[This person doesn't look like a living person anymore. Why is he so obsessed?]

[If you ask me, it’s all because of the promises made by the Wilderness team at the time, saying that commentary was a gift to players and could lead them out of trouble. That’s bullshit.]

[I'm dying of laughter. I think this is a death gift to the players. After all these years, only the Master can really explain it well. Do they still think everyone is a Master?]

During the game, Feng Zhibei gently patted Yan Chuxue's shoulder, telling him not to be nervous, and then walked up from behind him.

He tilted his head, his dark eyes fixed on the middle-aged man. "Why should I tell you the plot and strategy? What good will it do me?"

The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment, stuck for a long time before finally stumbling over his words: "Because you're a commentator, and that's what commentators should do..."

"Wrong," Feng Zhibei interrupted him by shaking his head, "Why should I care about other people's lives? Especially someone like you..."

He looked at the man's arms hidden behind his back. "Especially a desperate person like you who doesn't know your own limitations."

The middle-aged man's eyes were fierce. Seeing that his conspiracy was exposed, he shouted and stabbed Feng Zhibei with the bayonet hidden in his hand.

Feng Zhibei dodged quickly, pulled out the fruit knife and swung it at the other party. Yan Chuxue, who was standing by, suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and twisted it hard.

There was a snap and the man screamed.

Feng Zhibei stared at the man writhing on the ground in pain, tapped his head with a fruit knife, and asked with a cold look, "Who told you to do this?"

The man looked up in panic, his expression changing from anger to fear. He used his hands and feet to try to crawl away from them, "I, I didn't! No one!"

Yan Chuxue stepped on his ankle, making a bone-breaking sound.

The man screamed in pain, "I said, I said, it was, it was the future! The future president told us to do this!"

Feng Zhibei squatted on the ground, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, soaked by the rain. He looked like a docile and well-behaved kitten caught in the rain, but the words that came out of his mouth were completely inconsistent with his appearance: "Will you choose to take the initiative to explain everything, or do you choose to kill you first and use your body to find the person in the future?"

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth and said, "I said, I took the initiative to say it... The president told us to find an opportunity to kill you if we meet you, because, because you are a traitor to all mankind! Because of you! We lost our only chance to log out of the game!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice was filled with tears at the end.

"future……"

Feng Zhibei pondered.

Have I ever offended them?

The man glanced at him furtively and continued, "Now all the players on the server know that you've blocked everyone's escape route. Even if I don't succeed this time... someone else will come and kill you..."

Feng Zhibei stood up and stretched his numb legs. "How did I block your path? Is it because I didn't explain it well?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, he narrowed his eyes again and smiled softly, "Putting your hope of survival on others... Don't you think it's a little funny?"

He looked down at the middle-aged man twisted on the ground, his eyes filled with pity. "Although I don't know what kind of drug you were fed... Now I'm giving you a definite message. Remember to pass it on to others."

"I won't save any of you, so leave me alone."

The whole environment was silent for a few seconds, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

Feng Zhibei looked around in the fog.

Several people had been secretly watching them in the fog. They did not step forward to rescue the middle-aged man, nor did they attack Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue.

He snorted, "Coward."

Then he hooked his finger at Yan Chuxue and said, "Let's go and find the shrine."

Yan Chuxue kicked the middle-aged man lying on the ground and followed Feng Zhibei forward.

A heartbreaking roar from a man came from behind: "You two damn gay men should die here——"

Feng Zhibei stumbled and almost fell into the rain.

How come Yan Chuxue was also labeled a homosexual?

Yan Chuxue remained calm and didn't look like she was being scolded at all.

In the fog, a half-collapsed small building appeared faintly in front.

"It's right up ahead. The shrine should still be there, and..."

He took Feng Zhibei's hand, which scared the latter.

? !

Feng Zhibei's pupils trembled: I just got called a lesbian and now I'm holding hands with her, what's the point?

Yan Chuxue glanced at him as if she had heard his thoughts, her expression somewhat speechless, and then she traced something in his palm with her fingers.

Feng Zhibei felt the other person's cold temperature and retracted his hand awkwardly, but finally he resisted the urge to pull it away.

——The one who hanged herself was He Xinmei. There is danger in the house.

Feng Zhibei's eyes darkened, but he didn't show anything wrong. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you holding my hand? Is Teacher Yan really going to be a lesbian?"

But his hands did not stop moving, secretly writing on the palm of Yan Chuxue's hand.

--knew.

After writing this sentence, Feng Zhibei wanted to let go, but Yan Chuxue held on even tighter.

“…”

He struggled to break free but failed, so he could only let the other person hold his hand.

Yan Chuxue sighed in her heart, moved her fingers, and handed the chip hidden in her sleeve to Feng Zhibei.

The latter squeezed his hand to show that he had it, and then let go of both hands.

The rain was getting heavier, and a flash of lightning suddenly struck, illuminating a figure in wedding clothes in the foggy ruins.

The man's head was not on his neck, but he was holding something in his arms.

Feng Zhibei's pupils shrank.

That is Ji Ling's head.

The eyes of the head in his arms turned to Feng Zhibei, and the corners of his mouth stretched out, letting out a few creepy laughs.

In an instant, a dangerous gaze was cast at Feng Zhibei, exactly the same feeling he had when he met Ji Ling before.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, shaking uncontrollably and unable to move.

Ji Ling's head twitched twice.

At this moment, Yan Chuxue's hand covered the back of his neck.

"Don't be afraid, go to the river first, and I'll take care of the rest."

When a cold hand touched the back of his warm neck, Feng Zhibei shivered and woke up instantly.

He gave Yan Chuxue a deep look and said, "Find the shrine and throw it into the river."

Then he turned and left, running quickly towards the river.

Ji Ling's face darkened. He kicked back and flew into the air, trying to catch up with Feng Zhibei.

Yan Chuxue took out his sword and stepped forward to fight with him.

In the misty smoke, the sound of flowing water appeared in my ears.

Feng Zhibei was running in the rain, gasping for breath with his mouth open.

His original plan was to go to the river, set it on fire with a lighter, and then burn everything.

Including the shrine.

The shrine is the tool through which Ji Ling draws power and must be destroyed.

The sound of children playing could be heard faintly from the front.

Feng Zhibei suddenly braked.

"My Queen loves me... loves me..."

There were several small figures swaying in the river.

It was a group of unrecognizable children playing in the river in the rain.

Some of the children had only half of their rotten faces left, with their eyeballs drooping, while others were waving their remaining arms and throwing water droplets into the sky.

In the dim light, they did not notice Feng Zhibei's arrival.

Feng Zhibei stood by the river, holding a lighter in his hand and lighting a cigarette.

The blue light of the fire lit up, attracting the children playing in the water.

They turned their heads dully and looked in the direction of Feng Zhibei.

Due to the negative effect of "The Queen's Gaze" before, Feng Zhibei still felt a little cold. He held the warm flames with his hands to dispel the coldness on his body.

Then, he opened the live broadcast panel and smiled at the audience, "It's been a while since I've told you a story. Do you want to listen?"

The audience was very into it and watched the videos crazily, creating a perfect atmosphere.

Feng Zhibei cleared his throat.

"Ahem, so what we're looking at now are the corpses of a group of children. Obviously, that woman is the boss of this dungeon," he pointed behind him. "After all, Mr. Richest Man has been very kind to me. It's really unreasonable to let him fight the boss alone..."

The barrage of comments were filled with screams.

[Damn, are they real?]

[I strongly request Wilderness to start a live broadcast during their break time. I want to see what they usually do.]

[Mr. Richest Man, this title is so good, do you understand me?]

Feng Zhibei cleared his throat again.

"So... everyone, take a look! These little kids are called Xiaoguai. They're playing alone in the rain. They look incredibly miserable, and the story behind them is chilling..."

He shook his head and sighed.

"Their mother, Ji Ling, abandoned them, so they can only sleep on the streets, hungry and cold, with more resentment than ghosts, and so..."

"So they decided to find their mother and seek revenge."

Feng Zhibei looked at the children who were obviously stunned and thought: It’s done.

He breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the system prompt that the attribute was used successfully. The children climbed out of the water crying and stumbled towards the collapsed building.

Feng Zhibei walked onto the bridge.

After all, it was Ji Ling who caused these children to become like this. Their trust in the Empress was the closest connection besides blood relationship in this context.

Some are even higher than blood relationship.

After all, faith is a very special existence.

Feng Zhibei turned on the lighter again and prepared to set fire to the copy.

A hand quickly covered his mouth from behind, and something stabbed into his body.

He elbowed back hard, barely breaking free before feeling a stinging pain in his waist.

Blood mixed with raindrops dripped onto the bridge.

The master held a bloody knife in his hand, his eyes dark.

"Don't even think about walking out of here alive today."

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone (bow)

Last night at 3am, I suddenly had an idea to open a very lucrative entertainment circle pre-collection, because I really want to write about gay interactions. Ah... I'm going crazy thinking about it, Xiaobei, can you develop your own emotional line and be a qualified gay?

I swear I will make them kiss each other in the next instance, and I am so anxious. I am an anxious baby.