Chapter 51 Villa

It was almost noon by the time the whole house was basically cleaned.

The fog outside the window had dissipated a lot by noon, but visibility was still very low.

He Yutong burst out with enormous energy in despair. He himself didn't know how he screamed, it was sharp and miserable.

So now he sat on the sofa somewhat awkwardly, burying his face in his cloth hands.

"Can you tell me why this happens every time I go downstairs?"

Feng Zhibei took the peeled peach from Yan Chuxue and took a bite.

The peach flesh is so tender and juicy that it's hard to imagine that this effect can only appear in the game.

Min Zhichun was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Last night, slime-like pieces of flesh suddenly appeared in the villa, jumping around all over the house, making the whole villa a mess.

Yan Chuxue has a mental problem and cannot be relied upon, He Xinmei is a wounded soldier, and He Yutong is just a weak rag doll. The only labor force is her, a girl who looks only fourteen years old.

She no longer wanted to say anything and just wanted to lie down on the sofa and have a deep sleep.

"...It's probably like this. You should know that Wilderness has been trying to reclaim you, and he's been chasing us." He Xinmei twisted her neck, "And... after a while, Yan Chuxue will have to go to the punishment dungeon."

"It's quite dangerous, so we came here to give him some advice."

Feng Zhibei touched his chin, "So what is the relationship between you guys?"

Min Zhichun, who was still standing still, raised a hand: "It's a bad fate."

Yan Chuxue was not wearing anything to cover her face at this time, revealing her extremely pale face with a helpless expression.

"She's a colleague. Don't listen to her nonsense."

"You pretended not to know me?"

Feng Zhibei turned his head towards Min Zhichun.

The latter stood up and said righteously, "I was on a mission! If I hadn't helped you deal with that future brat, you would have been stuck in that dungeon!"

Feng Zhibei took another peach from the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it without saying a word.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

He Yutong quietly moved his face out of his arms, slowly walked to Feng Zhibei, and pulled his clothes.

"What is this?"

Feng Zhibei lowered his head and was shocked after observing carefully.

This little gadget is simply...

The design is somewhat avant-garde.

When He Yutong heard this, the expression on his face turned sad again.

He Xinmei patiently explained it again.

Fortunately, Feng Zhibei has always been very accepting, so he quickly digested the fact that this ugly doll was equal to He Yutong.

He poked He Yutong's face, which felt smooth and creepy.

Feng Zhibei picked up the poor rag doll and asked in surprise, "Is this made of your face?"

He Xinmei was stunned for a moment: "You really are... exactly the same as before, so sharp."

Even an inspirational prophet of Min Zhichun's level couldn't see the raw materials, but Feng Zhibei saw it at a glance.

"It's very similar. I held your face and walked around for a long time. I'm sure I'll recognize you."

Feng Zhibei pulled He Yutong's face and looked at the rag doll's expression with satisfaction as it cried even more.

He felt better, stuffed He Yutong back into the crack of the sofa, and looked up again.

"Punishment copy... I remember I also have a punishment, but I haven't had time to look at it yet."

He Xinmei: "What punishment?"

Several people gathered together and watched Feng Zhibei open the private letter.

“…”

He Xinmei looked at him with a mysterious look in her eyes, "How did you get backstage?"

"Just, a crack opened up, and I slipped in."

Feng Zhibei answered, his hands moving non-stop as he scrolled through the email messages.

[Hello, you entered a place you shouldn't have entered and caused the loss of two of my employees. I can only give you some punishment. You will know the details later.

——C-000】

"Wow...it's really that kid."

Min Zhichun made a sarcastic sound from the side.

"I told you that Ji Ling should have been strangled in the cradle. Is anyone listening to me?"

Feng Zhibei subconsciously replied, "Me too..."

He was stunned halfway through his speech.

What just came to mind was "I said that too."

Feng Zhibei stared at the C-000 at the signature, and a strange feeling came over him.

He looked up at Yan Chuxue, who was peeling fruit beside him, and asked, "Ji Ling is... is his true form a mass of flesh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three people looked at him in unison.

...There were more than three people, even He Yutong stuck his head out from the gap between the sofa, and stared at Feng Zhibei with his sparkling button eyes.

An exceptionally tragic and strange atmosphere filled the entire villa.

"Uh, is there something wrong with what I just said?"

Feng Zhibei was at a loss.

"...Oh my goodness, how much do you remember?"

Min Zhichun slapped his thigh in anxiety.

He Xinmei's burnt shoulders trembled next to her - the fourteen-year-old girl was patting her thigh.

"Me? I don't remember anything. I just had a... dream?"

Feng Zhibei was a little uncertain.

Yan Chuxue's face was serious, and the rest of the people were more or less worried.

He Xinmei put her charred hand on his arm, "How do you feel now, Xiaozhi?"

Feng Zhibei shuddered all over. He tried to shrink back and avoid the female college student. "No, I don't feel anything..."

Min Zhichun took out a deck of tarot cards from his coat, frowned, and rummaged through them quickly with his hands.

Yan Chuxue stopped peeling the fruit and looked conflicted.

In this strange atmosphere, Feng Zhibei finally realized that perhaps his dream was not a dream...

But it is the reality that once happened.

He suddenly remembered the chip that Yan Chuxue, who was used as food, stuffed into his pocket backstage.

But he couldn't find it in his backpack.

The group went upstairs in a hurry again.

The upstairs had not been cleaned yet, and a thick layer of blood had dried up. Several people stood blankly in Feng Zhibei's bedroom. The scene was like accidentally walking into a crime scene.

"...Didn't you feel anything when you slept last night?"

He Xinmei lifted her foot slightly, and a dried blood stain appeared on the sole of her shoe.

...Yes, ever since he entered the game, he rarely suffers from insomnia like before.

Feng Zhibei originally thought that it was because he stayed with Yan Chuxue. After all, Yan Chuxue was stronger than him, and he felt more at ease having her around.

However, according to them, the blood clot slime must have made quite a noise last night, so he couldn't have slept so soundly.

Min Zhichun suddenly pulled out a card and after careful examination, concluded: "Ji Ling has been here."

Yan Chuxue's red eyes rolled twice before finally fixing on the full-length mirror beside the bed in the bedroom.

“…There wasn’t anything like this in the house before.”

Feng Zhibei rubbed his nose. He had never paid attention to what was in the bedroom before. Every time he came in, he just slept for a while and then left.

"Why……"

He Xinmei hugged He Yutong and looked very sad.

"His authority has increased significantly, and he can even leave the dungeon."

Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue stood side by side at the door, looking at each other in silence.

In the end, it was Feng Zhibei who spoke first: "So, what is your purpose? According to what I remember... I am on the same side as you, right?"

Yan Chuxue blinked and looked away.

"... Never mind. I'll be told when I need to."

Feng Zhibei took a deep breath, left the bedroom door, and went downstairs alone.

He sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes and recalled the scene in his dream.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"...What on earth did I go through in the past to make me end up in such a miserable state?"

The image of his scarred arm came to mind.

But it doesn’t matter, that’s all in the past and doesn’t have much impact on him now.

Feng Zhibei deliberately ignored the wounds and slowly sorted out the information in the dream.

As time goes by, the scenes in the dream are no longer as clear as when I just woke up. Some plots are vague and difficult to connect.

It feels like some old memories.

but……

The feeling in the dream is engraved in my heart.

Apart from the deep fear and uneasiness he felt when he saw the piece of meat, what impressed him most was...

The joy and sadness in my heart when I saw Yan Chuxue.

...Why is it sad?

The more Feng Zhibei thought about it, the more headache he felt. Without the previous events and with only such a short memory, he really couldn't extract any particularly useful information.

But he still cared a lot about whether it was true or false that Yan Chuxue had a wife.

He was thinking about finding an opportunity to ask Min Zhichun alone.

"I never thought such a person could find a partner..."

Upstairs, three people and a rag doll stood in a bloody bedroom.

"Yan Chuxue, didn't you say your house has a high defense level? Why did you let C-000 in?"

Without Feng Zhibei by his side, Min Zhichun spoke much more arrogantly.

"Didn't he say he only had limited authority now? Why did he suddenly have the ability to invade?"

He Xinmei squatted on the ground, the expression of worry on her face almost the same as He Yu in her arms.

Yan Chuxue lowered her eyes, making it impossible to tell her emotions.

He held the bone pendant in his hand, playing with it unconsciously.

Although his memory was a little fuzzy, he remembered most of it.

The origin of the thing in my hand and Feng Zhibei...

Thinking of Feng Zhibei, his heart trembled.

Feng Zhibei was cultivated by him using a small piece of rib and diluted blood.

The entire laboratory uses his blood as culture medium raw material to continuously cultivate new experimental subjects for experiments.

Only his body has such ability,

Yan Chuxue only learned the origin of this bone later.

At the age of eighteen, Feng Zhibei suddenly tore through space and entered their world from the human world.

His eyes were red, and his thin body burst out with an inexplicable power. Amidst the onlookers of a group of non-human creatures, he grabbed Yan Chuxue's collar fiercely.

"You just...just left me on Earth like this?"

A hoarse voice came out of his injured throat.

Thinking of this, Yan Chuxue blinked slowly, and her other hand involuntarily touched the row of earrings on the side of her ear.

He thought that sending Feng Zhibei to the human world, getting rid of surveillance, and living his life as a human being was the best option.

But he didn't expect that Feng Zhibei had already known his plan.

Inside the house, He Xinmei and Min Zhichun were discussing the next steps. They had been working on this matter since they regained consciousness after playing the game.

After all, all the people involved are innocent. No matter what their previous ideas were, the education they have been exposed to since birth is: innocent people should not be allowed to bear their own responsibilities.

This method of education is very twisted. They are obviously not human beings, but they always use human moral concepts to restrain themselves for various reasons.

Moreover, since they cannot understand the human mind, all the ideas they ultimately come up with are distorted.

Who are the innocent people?

Human beings and all things on earth that have nothing to do with them are innocent.

In their world, Feng Zhibei and He Yutong are not innocent.

As long as you are related to them by blood, you cannot be considered innocent.

Yan Chuxue is very disgusted with this distorted clan and moral concept.

In the words of Min Zhichun, "If you don't learn the good things, you will learn the bad things."

He originally had no intention of using his own body to cultivate a tribe member who could barely be considered a "descendant". After all, not all of these descendants could enjoy a good life. Most of them would need to be put into experiments and sacrifice their lives for their race.

Yan Chuxue's gaze shifted to He Xinmei, who was stroking the doll in her arms with her dry hands.

Most people who have non-cloning offspring will face a problem.

That is the feeling of nurturing offspring.

Human emotions are so complex that they have been studied for a long time but have never been able to fully understand them.

Emotions derived from relationships, such as friendship, family affection, or love.

He Xinmei gently comforted He Yutong who was trembling in her arms.

The birth of wilderness was a way they found to turn their gaze gently towards humans.

Yan Chuxue took off one of her earrings, revealing the red ear hole. In just a few seconds, the small hole healed rapidly, as if the ear hole had never existed there.

He pressed the earring against his earlobe and gave it a hard squeeze.

The silver needle of the earring was deeply embedded in the flesh.

Min Zhichun finished counting the cards, put them all away, and turned around to see Yan Chuxue's actions.

"Why are you torturing your ears again?"

She stretched her legs and walked towards the door. "What good is torturing yourself? It will only bring you trouble every day."

The girl looked at him with clear eyes, as if she could see through everything.

Yan Chuxue fiddled with her earrings twice, did not answer her, and turned to leave the house.

Only this numb tingling could make him realize where he was and the purpose of doing all this.

Don't lose yourself in the game day after day.

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone! (Bow)

I'm not luanlun, don't learn from the weird little alien in the video. There is no relationship in the first place, but you add a layer of moral blockade to yourself. The final result is that you will hug your wife a few years later!

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