Chapter 65: Dwarf Hut (12)

The moment his body became completely transparent, Feng Zhibei suddenly felt a chill and his vision began to blur.

Before he lost consciousness, he touched the inner pocket of his clothes, and after confirming that his belongings were there, he let himself sink into the darkness.

Ji Ling followed behind him with a cold look in his eyes.

Suddenly, his expression froze and he took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"...What's wrong with 367? Tell him to wait. I'll go there myself."

Ji Ling's face was gloomy. He took a last look at Feng Zhibei who was falling, picked up the walkie-talkie and tapped a few keys with his fingers.

"Send him to the preparation room first. I'll deal with him after I finish dealing with things here."

After saying this, he waved his hand in the dark space, and a circular hole as tall as a person appeared beside him.

He hurried in, and after he had completely passed through, the hole slowly closed.

On the other side, the atmosphere in the cabin was still very tense.

In the silence, Yan Chuxue sat in the coffin, dejected.

He was in a low mood and couldn't figure out why he had become like this.

In his memory, he came to find his destined prince and should not be attracted by a witch.

...But why is he in the dwarf's house?

Thinking of this, Yan Chuxue was stunned, her eyes struggling, but in the end she couldn't think of anything.

When in doubt, he would just sleep. He lay back, closed his eyes, and returned to his corpse-like state.

Jin Yu watched this scene unfold. Still a little apprehensive, he stood on the stairs, scanning the first floor. Only after confirming that only the player and Yan Chuxue were present did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect Feng Zhibei to use the most extreme way to meet Ji Ling.

The players below were all a little at a loss. Jin Yu sighed, rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, and walked down the stairs.

"This will be considered as repaying your favor..."

He looked at Yan Chuxue sleeping in the coffin and felt a headache.

"Damn, that's not right. I still have to clean up your mess. If I had known it would be so disadvantageous, I wouldn't have fought with you then."

It was night, and as Yan Chuxue, the strongest semi-NPC, fell into a deep sleep, other copy creatures outside gradually approached the cabin.

The alienated NPCs were attracted by the players entering the dungeon, and when they gathered together, the cold air they emitted surrounded the hut.

The man with the broken leg shuddered involuntarily. Excessive blood loss made his consciousness gradually blur. He fell to the side and gasped for breath.

His leg was torn off by a female NPC in the village. Every dungeon has male players who can't control themselves like this; it's normal, but he paid a heavy price for it.

Jin Yu knew everything that happened, so he was unwilling to give him too much help.

The other players were also a little weak. They gathered around the dim candlelight and whispered information about the dungeon.

Even though the players present here are not novices, they still feel a little desperate when faced with this special situation.

With their numbers dwindling, they couldn't find the traitor, and had no idea how to revive the princess.

This copy seems to be unsolvable.

Outside the hut, the creatures that had just been suppressed by Yan Chuxue seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped their restless thoughts, with several pairs of eyes filled with fear.

Jin Yu looked towards the door suddenly.

“Knock, knock.”

Two strange sounds came from outside the door.

All the players turned their heads and looked towards the wooden door.

In front of the dim door, a few sticky noises suddenly came from the bottom of the wooden door, and black water slowly seeped out of the gap, emitting a particularly ominous smell.

Jin Yu's face darkened slightly and he took a deep breath.

Someone... no, something was knocking on the door.

At the same time, under the cover of night, all players in the wilderness heard an unusual prompt sound in their ears.

[Ding! Good evening, everyone. Due to a bug in the Easter Egg dungeon, we've opened a secondary channel to compensate you. Interested players can log in to the dungeon now by visiting the central square of the wilderness.]

The players who had been hiding in the house at night were all stunned.

"No... He wants us to go to the central area late at night?"

"Isn't this an attempt to kill us?"

Even so, there are still many players who take their equipment, walk out of the safe shelter, and fight their way to the central area.

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Empty all-white room.

Feng Zhibei gradually regained consciousness, but his vision was still blurry. The soft light shining into his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

There was also some tinnitus in his ears, and there were dripping sounds around him, like the sounds of instruments heard in the hospital, mixed with the surging tinnitus, making his brain a little confused.

His breathing became heavy, the ringing in his ears gradually subsided, and the sound of someone talking came from somewhere.

"...He's awake, in good health, and has no adverse reactions..."

Feng Zhibei suddenly felt a little nauseous. He wanted to hold it back, but now he felt weak all over and had no strength to control his body.

He tried to swallow a few times, but to no avail, and finally he could only follow his body's reaction and retched a few times.

The voice beside him was silent for a moment, then it spoke again: "The experimental subject has a vomiting reaction. It is recommended that he be kept in the room for observation."

He closed his eyes for a while and opened them only after he felt his physical condition had improved slightly.

The spots of light flickered in the field of vision, and the picture gradually became clearer until it finally converged into a human figure.

In front of him was the back of a medium-sized human woman, wearing a classic white coat and holding a metallic black walkie-talkie in her hand.

She turned around and saw her entire face was covered with densely packed eyeballs. So many eyeballs were squeezed into the narrow space of her face that some of them were so protruding that they almost fell out.

She had no facial features other than her eyes. She closed her eyes at the lips position one by one, and used her eyeballs to make a smiling expression.

Feng Zhibei: "..."

When Feng Zhibei saw the scene in front of him, he almost fainted.

Why do I always have to encounter this kind of thing!

The woman approached him, but the sound she made was not the sound of normal walking, but some kind of slimy wriggling sound, similar to the sound of an octopus's tentacles making contact with the ground.

She stretched out her hand and waved it towards Feng Zhibei, her eyes crowded together and glancing around.

Feng Zhibei didn't move easily, trying to relax, making his eyes look a little out of focus.

"The test subject did not trigger a contact reaction. Should we keep him for observation?"

The woman with a face full of eyeballs spoke into the intercom. As she spoke, her eyeballs at the position of her mouth trembled, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

Feng Zhibei observed the surrounding environment with his peripheral vision.

He recognized that this was a laboratory, which, like all laboratories, was probably used to conduct experiments and transformations on experimental subjects.

But why was he in the lab? Normally, he should have been sent straight to the recycling station.

The woman turned around and did something with her back to him.

Feng Zhibei quietly moved his wrist and touched his pocket.

Very good, the things are still there, which means that I am at least still within the wilderness.

He thought quickly about his countermeasures.

...Since we are in the wilderness, we can use these attributes, right?

The woman with the eyeballs turned around again, and several eyes looked at Feng Zhibei.

"You just need to stay here now, someone will come find you when the time comes."

She rolled her eyes and continued speaking regardless of whether Feng Zhibei could understand her or not.

"Just stay here, it's dangerous outside now.

Feng Zhibei suddenly spoke.

"Wait, I have something to tell you."

His throat was a little hoarse and he coughed twice after saying this.

The eyeball woman rolled her eyes and said, "You say."

Feng Zhibei covered his mouth with his hand, coughed twice, and then said in a weak voice: "Look carefully... This woman is called Xiao Zhu, and she is preparing a rebellion."

The woman's body shook, and confusion slowly emerged in her crowded eyes.

Okay, there's hope!

Feng Zhibei calmed down and continued, "Her boss asked her to keep the experimental subject. But what her boss didn't know was that her family was cursed to death by the experimental subject in front of her. Therefore, she had to make sure that the experimental subject was recovered and would never see the sun the next day."

The woman's confused eyes turned vicious, "It's you..."

Even without the system prompt sound, Feng Zhibei knew that the attribute had taken effect.

His pupils had turned light color at some point, staring at the woman's movements.

The woman with the eyeballs clicked a few times angrily at the keyboard that appeared on the blank wall, and said something into the intercom.

There were a few crackling sounds above my head, and a few buttons slowly appeared on the wall.

The woman waited for a moment until the entire space was completely calm, then pressed a button on the blank wall.

"Beep, start recycling."

An electronic sound came from above my head.

"Go to hell!"

The woman pushed his bed hard, and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over him.

Feng Zhibei closed his eyes and felt the temperature around him rising.

There are many ways to access the backend.

Become a staff member, walk through the employee passage, or invade through other gaps.

But there is another way.

"From the other side of the recycling bin, go to the backstage, so no one will know."

Feng Zhibei's eyelids twitched, and he remembered what Yan Chuxue said to him when he broke into the laboratory.

“If one day you really can’t find the way back, just come over from there.”

He felt the temperature getting hotter and hotter, his body stretched out involuntarily, and his face flushed abnormally.

…What on earth is going on and why is it so hot?

Does this recycling mean physical recycling by throwing it into an incinerator?

If Feng Zhibei opened his eyes at this moment, he would find that the environment around him had completely changed.

Now he is on a glacier, surrounded by piled up ice blocks, and the whole space is gray.

Gusts of wind carrying water droplets blew across the sky.

Feng Zhibei suddenly felt his body lighten, and then an overwhelming stream of water enveloped him completely.

"Cough, cough cough! Ugh..."

He opened his eyes in panic and struggled.

The water was warm, but it was relentlessly driving him down into the depths, gradually suffocating him.

The water here was the same as the water in the previous copy, with abnormal buoyancy. Feng Zhibei struggled for a long time and had no strength left, but still could not get out of the water.

no……

The air in the throat gradually decreased, and clusters of firework-like patterns began to appear in the field of vision, and the lungs also felt severe pain due to the pressure.

His neck and arms ached as if they were about to break, and water filled his ears, causing him to tinnitus.

As the water surged, a small figure suddenly appeared beside the river.

"…How do you feel now?"

Ji Ling squatted down and looked at Feng Zhibei struggling in the water with some pity in his eyes.

He was really too busy to handle everything, so after resolving the bug in the copy, he handed over the disposal rights of Feng Zhibei to Yan Beiming, and asked him to throw Feng Zhibei directly into the recycling river.

The timing was just right, so he came over to take a look at the final outcome of this perfect experimental subject.

"The future can never be changed. You've paid so much, but you've never been able to change the outcome of the future..."

Ji Ling pushed up his glasses and continued, "But I don't understand. You've always known where the future is headed. Why did you still choose to enter the experiment?"

Feng Zhibei, the only person who could answer this question, couldn't speak. He was the only one performing a one-man show in the entire space.

Ji Ling was a little tired of standing, so he squatted by the river and watched the red-haired young man struggling in the water.

The water wet his bright red hair, and left water droplets on his delicate and pale face, like a crying water ghost.

His trembling hands flapped the water's surface, splashing it, but he was still unable to resist the anti-physics force of drinking water, and he sank little by little.

"...Just like you're bound to die in the water eventually, we can never change the outcome of the future, so why not get more people to accompany us?"

Ji Ling murmured, "They owe us... Why should we be used as tools from the moment we are born, for their inexplicable future?"

Feng Zhibei had sunk into the water and seemed to have given up struggling.

A few bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.

Ji Ling looked at the bottom of the water expressionlessly, then suddenly stretched out her hand and scattered a handful of rose petals into the river.

"He said at the time that you loved roses the most because they were like fire and freedom, so he made something flammable for you... It should be on you now, what a pity."

After he finished scattering the rose petals, he stood up and said, "What a pity...you two can never be together."

Ji Ling actually felt a little uncomfortable. This feeling was just like when he was a child and secretly read the tragic novels that adults brought from the human world. The hero and heroine had to be separated no matter what.

He was so exhausted as he watched it, tears and snot streaming down his face. He couldn't understand why these humans would create such a story to bring suffering upon themselves.

It was not until he created a tragedy himself that he understood the feeling of the birth of tragedy.

The pain and pleasure of shattering beautiful things with one's own hands lingered in his heart, making his face a little distorted.

"Now that you're dead... How strange, considering I always knew the future couldn't be changed."

There was silence all around, with only his voice.

"Yan Chuxue has always believed that you can change the future outcome, but we all know that no matter what, we will eventually lose our vitality in the day-to-day experiments and eventually become a pile of cosmic garbage, even more garbage than those experimental subjects who have not fully evolved."

"You will drown in the frozen river, Yan Chuxue will die in a coffin in the forest, and Yan Beiming and I...we will be reincarnated in this game forever until it is completely abandoned."

"The experiments will never stop. Without us, there will be other laboratories to conduct experiments. Dying in the wilderness project... this is our fate."

As Ji Ling spoke, the corners of her eyes turned slightly red, but it was not because she was sad.

He hated himself for not being able to change the outcome, and he also hated Feng Zhibei for shattering their only hope of changing the future.

He hates everyone equally, including himself.

"...Actually, I once truly believed in you. The future can be changed."

After he finished his last words, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The game is not over yet, he still has to continue to be the core of the game.

"Then why don't you believe it now?"

Suddenly, a familiar hoarse voice came from behind.

Ji Ling was shocked all over, turned around suddenly, and stared at the slightly rippling river surface.

"Gulu, gurgle, gurgle..."

The ripples on the water surface continued to expand, and finally, the entire river was boiling.

The water splashed, stirring up layers of loud noises. Amidst the raging waves, a particularly eye-catching red color appeared.

Feng Zhibei's face was still pale, but her light-colored eyes were sparkling. Her long red hair, soaked in water, stuck to her back, outlining the shape of her spine.

"I didn't lie to you. Your future has obviously changed."

He leaped from the wave, sending up a shower of water droplets.

"Luckily, the agreement he gave me didn't help me...otherwise, I would have died here this time."

Feng Zhibei unfolded the paper ball in his hand, which turned out to be the two agreements signed in the villa before.

One is B-367, which belongs to Yan Beiming, and the other is Yan Chuxue's.

The two pieces of paper were wet with water and looked like they would break if poked, but they were surprisingly resilient.

The confetti fell off, revealing the golden chip inside.

Ji Ling stared at him intently, and bloodshot began to appear in his eyes.

"He actually gave you this, how could he...!"

——This is the resurrection card in the wilderness, and only a few of these founders have the chance to get it.

Feng Zhibei covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times, spitting out a mouthful of water mixed with blood.

The underwater experience just now still caused some damage to his body, but now he is no longer the fragile little commentator he used to be.

“…I’m a cheater now.”

He stared at the chip in his hand and suddenly grinned.

"Do you want to know what your future looks like now?"

Ji Ling looked at Feng Zhibei with a crazy expression and couldn't help but take a step back, a drop of cold sweat running down his forehead.

In his plan, retrieving Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue together should be foolproof.

He didn't even notice that the surrounding environment was gradually becoming darker, and a gust of cold wind rose out of nowhere, stirring the river water into a ball.

"However, I didn't expect that Yan Chuxue left me a cheat here."

Feng Zhibei smiled and raised his hand to pull off the oddly shaped earring stud on his ear.

Dark red blood flowed down his earlobe, but he seemed not to feel it. He opened his mouth and held the long earring in his mouth.

The taste of rust mixed with a hint of sweetness reaches the tip of the tongue.

Ji Ling was a little confused, "...What are you talking about?"

Feng Zhibei rolled up his wet sleeves, revealing the beautiful pink thorn patterns on his arms, and raised his eyes.

"You're only half right. I like roses, like fire, not only because flowers and fire are free."

He waved his arm, and a fruit knife and a small lighter appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"And because...fire can burn all the idiots I hate to ashes."

The lighter was turned on, and a faint blue flame rose from it. Feng Zhibei walked to the river and lowered his head.

The shadow in the water was distorted, like some strange monster.

"I told them a long time ago that you shouldn't be born. It's not that you're bad..."

He brought the lighter close to the water surface, and the moment the flame ignited the water, a shrill scream suddenly came from under the water.

The water was surging and the roar almost ruptured the eardrums.

In the water flow wrapped in blue flames, strange-looking creatures emerged from the bottom of the water, like fish jumping out of the water.

Their faces were smooth, without eyes, and their bodies were extremely pale and swollen, oozing with yellow tissue fluid.

When Feng Zhibei saw this scene, he took a few steps back to avoid the water droplets splashing nearby.

"Because people like you hate heaven, earth, and your father...even if you were in the human world, you should be beaten to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ling's expression changed, and the resentment in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Feng Zhibei shook his head to get rid of the water droplets on his head. "I don't want to waste too much time here with you. Someone is waiting for me."

He walked forward and suddenly put the sparking fruit knife to Ji Ling's neck.

Silver liquid flowed from under the tip of the knife.

Feng Zhibei lowered his eyes and looked at the liquid dripping down, and sneered.

"My blood runs cold, no wonder I'm so cold-blooded... Take me backstage, didn't you say you wanted to change the future?"

"I'll change for you."

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