Inside the room.

Xiao Cheng closed the door and stood there, refusing to go any further. She stared at the figure almost completely hidden in the shadows, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking: "...It's you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow vanished abruptly, like a wisp of smoke, and then instantly reappeared just inches away.

A thick white fog obscured her face.

Xiao Cheng heard her say in a smiling voice, "It's me."

The person leaned forward slightly, reaching out as if to touch Xiao Cheng's face, but since she had no physical form, her hand vanished the moment it was about to touch Xiao Cheng.

This time it took several seconds to re-condense.

"Your memories have returned, haven't they? Or in other words... you already know which parallel timeline you come from, right?" The person's tone carried a hint of tender complaint. "It's so slow, even slower than I expected."

"Anyway, it didn't cause much trouble, so what's the big deal?" Xiao Cheng asked in a nonchalant tone.

"It really doesn't matter, anyway you definitely won't let me down. After all, you said you were willing, right?" The person drifted away a little, "Isn't your excuse to go take a shower? Go ahead, go ahead, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."

The bathroom here is very large. Xiao Cheng drew the curtain and took a quick cold shower, and came out in a few minutes.

The man was sitting against the headboard, humming an off-key tune.

On the floor beside the bed lay the nearly crushed corpse of a fresh ant, its transparent wings torn off and soaking in the foul-smelling slime seeping from the ant's body.

“No need to thank me, Xiao Cheng.” She jumped off the bed. “I knew you could handle it, I just made the first move.”

"It looks a bit messy, but I'm sure you won't mind, right?" She walked towards Xiao Cheng, stepped aside, and whispered in her ear, "It'll give you an explanation, how about it?"

Xiao Cheng wanted to say that it wasn't good at all.

But in the end, he didn't say a word.

After speaking, the man immediately took two steps back. He didn't touch Xiao Cheng at all, as if afraid of disappearing again.

She seemed to be staring into Xiao Cheng's calm, unwavering eyes.

Then she suddenly burst into a joyful laugh, and the white mist dispersed, revealing a face that was identical to Xiao Cheng's, hidden beneath the cover.

"Of course nothing will happen to you." She gave a gentle, harmless smile. "After all... your life also comes from my gift."

Fang He leaned against the wall, lost in thought, and didn't even notice Xiao Cheng opening the door to come out.

"Why are you still standing there?" Xiao Cheng called to him. "Come in, I'm done washing up."

Fang He was slightly taken aback when he first heard her voice, then replied as if waking from a dream, "Okay."

As soon as he reached the door, he saw the horribly mutilated corpses of ants beside the bed.

The figure was gone, and there were no other passageways in the room, just like what Fang He had seen before was nothing but an illusion.

"What's wrong? I killed him." Xiao Cheng looked at him coldly. "Is it wrong to feel nauseous just looking at him?"

Fang He: "..." So, wouldn't this make it even more disgusting?

He actually wanted to ask about the figure, but judging from Xiao Cheng's expression, she was absolutely determined to play dumb. Besides, everyone has secrets, and he had no right to interfere in Xiao Cheng's affairs.

"There don't seem to be any clues here." He stood by the door, briefly glancing around. "You've already checked, haven't you?"

"Ah...right." Xiao Cheng nodded somewhat uncertainly, "In short, apart from this disgusting corpse, there's nothing of value here."

"That's good. Let's go. Now that the main quest has been updated, it probably means they've successfully found the granary."

On the other side.

Player Three looked at Player One and Player Two, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, with a suspicious expression. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? I've already told you I've found the granary," Number One urged impatiently.

"Well... alright, let's go take a look first." Number Three looked up and glanced at the barrage of comments above his head. "The main quest has changed, so we'd better be careful."

"When did you become so nagging like an old woman?" Number One scoffed disdainfully, hooking his arm around Number Two's waist as they skillfully navigated the secret passages towards their room.

He walked over and pushed open the door on his own.

"A granary?" Number Three looked around the unobstructed room and frowned slightly. A strange smell permeated the air, giving one a very ominous feeling.

His eyelids suddenly started twitching wildly.

“Yes, after all, I didn’t expect it at first.” Number One released Number Two’s waist, walked over alone, pushed open his bedside table, revealing a red button that was hidden by the bedside table, and then pressed it.

There was a crisp click.

The floor in the center of the room sank down, revealing a long staircase that stretched deep underground.

"I'll lead the way," Number One said, picking up the candle lamp from the bedside table and leading the way downstairs.

Below was a small warehouse, its area estimated to be less than half the size of this room. The warehouse was piled high with burlap sacks. Number Three bent down, randomly picked a sack, tore open its seal, revealing it filled with white steamed buns.

"Even though it's all the same, it can still be considered a granary, right?" he said with a smile, pointing at the steamed buns.

“…Yes, very good.” Number Three nodded. “Let’s take some up first. Since we’ve mentioned the granary, food must be very important. Even if it’s not related to the mission, it won’t hurt to prepare more food.”

Number One clearly agreed with him. He put down the candle and pulled out a slightly smaller burlap sack from the corner, filling it with about twenty steamed buns: "Is that enough?" he asked.

"That's enough." Number Three nodded. "Let's go up. We'll also check on Numbers Five and Six while we're at it."

"Shall we go together?" Player Number One suddenly stopped, twisted his neck and raised his head, looking at him with a deep gaze.

Bathed in the glow of candlelight, the person looked exceptionally eerie.

“…Yes.” Number Three nodded.

"Alright then." Number One did not refuse his suggestion. He picked up the sack with one hand and picked up the candle lamp again.

He was still walking in front, followed by number three.

The second woman lagged behind and hurriedly followed, stepping onto the stairs. Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine and instinctively turned around to look.

By the dim light of the candle, she could see what was hidden behind layers of burlap sacks, but in the blink of an eye, it was plunged back into darkness.

"What's wrong?" Number One stopped as if he had noticed something, and turned to look down at her from the upper steps.

"...It's nothing." She unconsciously clenched her arms, lowered her head, and tried her best to keep her voice from trembling.

She saw it clearly.

Hidden behind the sack was a small, bloody section of skinned leg.