Chapter 95: Bai Shizi 3 Chapter 95: Work hard and make a good date...

A breeze suddenly blew inexplicably in the empty room that was sealed like a cocoon. It was just an extremely weak airflow, but it almost shattered a weak blue flame in the room. One wall of the room was a huge screen-like object, and the image on the screen was An Rao who was looking at a few white stones in deep thought.

The breeze swirled and fell, gathering on the ground into a man in black. Although he had a handsome face, his eyes and eyebrows were full of evil, which made people feel very uncomfortable. He slapped the flame floating in the air with his palm and roared viciously: "The one called Baichuan, it's you! Right!"

The blue fire remained indifferent, the weak flame flickered, as if it would go out if the man spoke any louder.

Seeing that the ball of blue fire had no reaction, the man sneered: "I really underestimated you. You only have a tiny bit of soul left. It is absolutely impossible to break through this empty room, unless..." The man narrowed his eyes, "unless you are willing to endure the pain of soul tearing, tear off a strand from your pitiful soul core and then leak it out of this empty room."

"Heh," the man looked at the ball of blue fire with a complicated look, mixed with disgust, hatred and jealousy, "If you want to get out of the void I created, your pitiful soul will be cut into pieces, and your memory will be wiped out. What's the point of going to see him when you have nothing? Did a dog eat your brain?"

The blue flame was completely unmoved. It just burned on its own, flickering a faint light in this empty room. The man stared at the soft flame with anger in his eyes. After a long time, the man suddenly laughed: "Do you know why I kept your useless soul?"

The blue flame was still swaying, as if it was just an ordinary little ball of fire, and anyone who spoke to it was a fool.

"Because you must experience the wonderful feeling of being killed by the person you love most."

"Want to know what gift I left for him?"

"Thank me, brother. You should know that I am the one who loves you the most."

After he finished speaking, the man disappeared as a gust of black wind. The room returned to its previous dull and gloomy state. Only after a while, a bright blue spark burst out from the blue ball of fire.

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Baichuan woke up from the excruciating pain. He slowly sat up from the carpet. Every scar on his body was in pain, as if he wanted to be torn apart along the scars again.

In his incomplete memories, Bai Chuan could only be sure of one thing: An Rao was his favorite white bird, and he came here to protect him. But why did he want to protect him? Was it because he was thrown into this amusement park?

But he knew Anrao's abilities, and even if this amusement park was evil, it could not do anything to this brave and smart little bird.

Unless, he knew that this amusement park was specifically targeting An Rao!

Bai Chuan's expression quickly turned cold, his light eyes were like a piece of brown ice. He quickly got up, opened the door and walked towards room 1429 next door. He couldn't let An Rao out of his sight.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. The door opposite 1429 opened, and Su Ming's furry head stuck out: "Brother Baichuan, my boss seems to be out."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know," Su Ming scratched his head, "I just heard a door open. Hey? Brother Baichuan, where are you going?"

Bai Chuan walked towards the elevator before Su Ming could finish his words. He walked in a hurry, constantly thinking about the reason why An Rao went out. It was impossible for him to enter the game at this time, and An Rao was not a person who acted on impulse. He went out only because he discovered something and then went to find the answer, but what did he discover?

Why didn't you look for me when you found the clue? Why did you act alone?!

The corners of Baichuan's mouth were tightly drawn, and his whole body exuded a tough and cold aura that kept strangers away. He walked out of the hotel quickly and cast his eyes towards the only place in the amusement park that was still brightly lit even at night - the Happy Restaurant.

Before he even reached the door, Baichuan heard deafening cheers and gloating noises coming from inside.

"Creaky." The door was opened, a huge sound came out from inside, and two people walked out.

"Fuck, it's fucking awesome! Prettier than a woman! Even more fucking desirable when he's drunk and his clothes are undone!"

"Go ahead if you want to. Don't you see that Mr. Tan is obviously playing a trick on him? He will be thrown out drunk in a while. You can do whatever you want. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to get into the top ten. Don't you see that there is already a circle around him?"

"Fuck! Several elders are already eager to try."

"To be honest, that kid was quite well behaved even when he was drunk. He didn't cry or make a fuss. He looked so damn innocent!"

"What are you thinking? There is no such thing as pure in this damn place. If he wants to be drunk, doesn't that mean he wants to be fucked? Ha!"

The two drunks noticed someone was looking at them and immediately yelled, "Fuck, what are you looking at? If you don't get out of here, I'll skin you alive!"

Baichuan glanced at them sideways, then suddenly opened the glass door of the restaurant.

Amid the deafening music and the booing, the originally dancing demons now all gathered in layers in a corner. Baichuan's face was terribly cold. He pushed through the crowd extremely savagely, walked directly to the low table amidst the shouting and cursing, and took the silver-haired young man who was already lying on the table into his arms.

"Baichuan?" Mr. Tan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Long time no see."

"I'll take him away." Bai Chuan looked at An Rao and said coldly. Without even a glance at Mr. Tan who was sitting on the sofa like a star, he just picked up An Rao who was so drunk that he was almost unconscious.

"Wait," Mr. Tan looked at Bai Chuan who hugged An Rao tightly and turned away, "He drank because he wanted to make a deal with me. If you just take him away like this, then his drink will be in vain."

"There's one bottle left, only one bottle," Mr. Tan knocked on the table, "As long as he finishes it, I can tell him the answer."

"Baichuan, put me down, there is only one bottle left." An Rao lay in Baichuan's arms, trying to focus his eyes to look at Baichuan's face so close to him, grabbing Baichuan's shirt and pleading softly.

"Shut up." Baichuan didn't say anything else. He pushed away the younger brothers who were deliberately blocking his way and strode out holding An Rao.

"Stop, do you think you can come and go as you please in my territory?" Master Tan stood up, his voice was not loud but very intimidating. Following Master Tan's words, all the followers clenched their fists and surrounded Baichuan.

"Article 8 of the Garden Guide prohibits pushing, fighting and quarreling in the garden," Bai Chuan turned his head, remembering how An Rao usually threatened others with the Garden Guide. "Why, you dare to break the rules? Or do you have some magic weapon that makes you not afraid of breaking the rules?"

When the younger brothers who had swarmed over heard the rules of the "Garden Guide" mentioned by Baichuan, they all hesitated and stood there in a daze.

"Master Tan, what should we do?" a younger brother asked quietly.

"Since the park guide clearly states that quarreling, fighting, and pushing and shoving are prohibited, we, as law-abiding players in the amusement park, must abide by the rules." Mr. Tan put his hands in his suit trouser pockets, and continued gracefully, "Let them go."

He sold his soul to the person who gave him the Black Snake Mark in exchange for protection. This is Mr. Tan's unspeakable secret. It is the basis for his survival, and he would never tell it out loud.

Baichuan carried Anrao out of the restaurant. Outside the restaurant was the hypocritical night scene of an amusement park. The starless night sky was monotonous and boring. There was no wind or insects. In this silence, Baichuan took Anrao to the hotel.

He was only 1.80 meters tall, but because of his thinness, he was as light as a leaf. Baichuan remembered that in the game, An Rao was always sick. He would cough if he was exposed to a cold breeze, vomit if he ate too much cold food, and even make a fuss if he didn't blow dry his hair after taking a shower.

He originally thought that if he tried his best to hide the little bird in the vast crowd, he would be happy, or at least live a carefree life. However, he did not expect that the evil god Damon would not even let the little bird go, or in other words, torturing the little bird was a good pastime he invented to torture himself.

He looked at the person in his arms. An Rao's skin was very hot, and he smelled strongly of alcohol, and his breath was full of the taste of alcohol. An Rao couldn't drink, he knew it very clearly, so he wanted an answer so eagerly, so anxious that even though he knew he couldn't drink and that the other party was making things difficult for him, he still had to give it a try?

Baichuan gently placed An Rao on the bed, remembering the method of sobering up that An Rao had taught him in the Zheng family mansion in Xingfu Village. He fixed his head with one hand and kissed him without hesitation.

"Hmm..." An Rao tensed up reflexively, and immediately opened his eyes, trying to resist. After seeing that it was Bai Chuan, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's you..."

"What do you want to ask him?" Baichuan's voice was cold, his brows were deeply furrowed, making him look even colder and harder.

"I……"

"Don't you know how much you can drink?" Before An Rao could answer, Bai Chuan interrupted and asked.

"..." An Rao shut up and looked at Bai Chuan quietly. Bai Chuan had never interrupted him so rudely before, which only meant that he was very angry now.

But An Rao didn't quite understand why he was angry. Although he was looking for the stone for Baichuan, it was his own private matter after all. There was no need for him to share everything with Baichuan.

Baichuan did not continue speaking. He did not know how to tell the person in front of him that he was looking for An Rao because An Rao was the whole reason why he came here. After all, An Rao knew nothing, so how could he bear to impose pressure on this little stupid bird.

After a long silence, Bai Chuan finally softened his attitude. He gently stroked An Rao's half-long soft silver hair. The soft silver hair shone brightly under the light, as bright as stars. Bai Chuan finally gave in and softened: "It makes me uncomfortable to see you drink so much."

"Why don't you ask me? Don't you believe me?" Baichuan's voice was soft, like a clear spring after the ice and snow melted, without the usual cold and hard edges.

An Rao closed his eyes, leaned his face into Bai Chuan's slightly cool hands, and sighed comfortably. His face was very small, like a soft and helpless baby bird, and was hot and tired from being drunk late at night.

"No." An Rao shook his head gently and murmured in a dreamy voice.

After a long time, An Rao continued, "I put the four white stones we got together."

"Yeah." Baichuan was not in a hurry at all. He waited patiently for An Rao to speak to him bit by bit, just like coaxing a oyster holding a pearl to open its shell, waiting patiently and gently.

"There's a pattern on it that looks a lot like the pattern on your back."

"Um."

"You have no memory, I don't know your relationship with these stones, I don't want you to worry, so..."

"So you wanted to secretly collect all the stones before telling me this, right?"

An Rao pursed his lips but did not deny it.

Baichuan stroked Anrao's face with the rough tip of his thumb, and Anrao's pale face immediately turned red. He was like some precious and fragile porcelain that could not withstand the slightest bump, making people want to hold him in the palm of their hands.

There was only one bedside lamp on in An Rao's bedroom. In the goose yellow light, Bai Chuan looked handsome and gentle, an impeccable lover, which made An Rao, who was already not sober due to being drunk, a little dazed.

"You know those stones are related to you, right?" An Rao asked.

"Don't think too much. Just enjoy the remaining two games and then return to the real world. Lawyer An should eat well, work hard, date well in the real world, and then start a family with a very good person and live a happy life." Baichuan's voice was rare and gentle, but the words he said were so cold. Even though An Rao was drunk, he could still hear that there was something wrong with the words.

An Rao's expression changed immediately: "What do you mean? You won't go out? Won't you accompany me to the next two rides?"

Before Baichuan could answer, wind suddenly blew up in the room, and a small black tornado whistled and swirled in the open space beside Anrao and Baichuan. The figure of a man in black slowly emerged in the wind. He had a captivating beauty, but also an evil beauty that made people feel disgusted.