Chapter 139 The Sound of the Suona Brings Joy and Sorrow to the Mountain. His face darkened; it was Pu Fengchun...

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The biggest threat to Xibei Mountain failed to make an appearance.

There were many skilled players, and although the time spent inside the instance was long, the time flow inside the instance was different from that outside, so it didn't take too much time or cause any major damage, making the process relatively smooth.

The main quest is complete, and they can leave Whitehead Village to find their means of transportation. Once the secret realm opens, this guild tournament will be over.

The fog gradually thinned, and one could see beyond their own small area. Outside the East Gate was a long slope newly formed after the snow mountain avalanche, and there were still NPCs there, so the gate was not open. The East Gate should be the last of the four gates to open.

Zhuo Yi walked south, passing by the village chief's house which was burning fiercely. He saw Lü Lianshan and He Yang walking back and asked in surprise, "They're not waiting for me, are they?"

“The snow-capped mountain outside the South Gate has collapsed, making it difficult to travel.” He Yang smiled gently. “Let’s change routes.”

Zhuo Yi had an idea: "Let's go to the North Gate and steal the guardian's little train!"

"Do you know where his vehicle is parked? Xue Chao, like us, entered the village from the south, right?"

"The entrance to the Xibei Mountain is to the north, and the village is to the south. The secret realm is vast, so finding the village will require going around in circles. While you were decorating the wedding venue, I went to the rooftop to slack off and used my telescopic vision tool to see his little train light on."

Seven Kills is a disorganized guild; the four members all came alone. They met up in the secret realm, using different modes of transportation. The avalanche at the South Gate might have buried their vehicles, so they might as well steal the little train.

Zhuo Yi argued logically: "There are so many seats, it's too wasteful for him to have them all by himself. We're helping him make the most of them."

Zhuo Yi, holding the ancient-style binoculars in a leather bag, once again spotted the twinkling children's colorful lights of the little train in the dissipating fog. Half of the train was inside the secret realm, while the engine was outside.

The boundary of the secret realm is hazy, with snow and mist below and clouds above. It's hard to tell whether the mist is drifting into the sky or the clouds are falling to earth.

The train was too small for an adult man, so He Yang just laughed and didn't get on.

Zhuo Yi jumped onto the carriage, shrinking his body slightly. He looked thin and slender, with a thin layer of muscle over his sleeveless hoodie, enough to fill the carriage for a child.

He felt it was also an experience, so he pointed at He Chang and mocked, "Look at Lao Lü, so concerned about his image."

Lu Lianshan was a big guy with two prominent features and bulging muscles. He was more suited to carrying the train than riding it. But he didn't find it strange. He jumped into the carriage and sat on the edge of the carriage. His two thick thighs fit perfectly into the small carriage.

Fortunately, the little train only had a roof over the engine, while the carriages were open-air. Zhuo Yi said, "Why don't you get on? You can drive the train in a bit."

“You’re too thin, you go.” He Yang shook his head with a smile, “Old Xu is the most suitable.”

"Hahaha, aren't you afraid he'll jump up and chop your knees?" Zhuo Yi leaned over the side of the carriage. "I don't know where he went. I didn't see him at the wedding or the funeral."

Zhuo Yi looked at Lü Lianshan, who shook his head. He had only ever encountered the Keeper of the Secret.

“He wasn’t there for the coffin-carrying ceremony or the wedding.” He Yang brushed the snow off his shoulder. “He has such a bad temper, but actually he’s the laziest person around.”

They chatted idly, and when the secret realm opened, Zhuo Yi casually raised his binoculars to look, and saw the three members of the Five Poisons Sect walking towards the other side of the secret realm's boundary amidst the falling snowflakes.

The two henchmen walked around while keeping an eye on their surroundings, seemingly wary of someone... it looked more like they were looking for someone.

"It's not just our teammates who got lost," he said gloatingly. "That kid from the Five Poisons Sect got lost somewhere; maybe he ran into Old Xu."

Xu Feiying wasn't lost at all. He sat on the charred roof tiles, looking down at Xue Chao in the courtyard.

Xue Chao squatted under the plum tree stump, digging in the soil. He had been concerned about this fallen plum tree for a long time, but hadn't searched it properly yet.

The flames did not spare the old tree; the eerie, bright petals turned into scorch marks dragging between the bricks and tiles. The beautiful corpse could not be preserved; it was as if it had been half burned in a crematorium, leaving only a trace of the tree's outline and the grotesque remains of the carcass.

He found a jar of Daughter's Red wine dug up under the plum tree stump, so he first checked the soil nearby. He didn't find what he was looking for, nor any relevant clues. So he went to the village chief's house to look for Daughter's Red wine.

Xu Feiying watched him leave, then jumped off the roof and followed him.

Xue Chao hadn't expected to misjudge him. The short guy just had a bad temper; he wasn't hot-blooded or overly obsessed with violence. On the contrary, he was the one who liked to take a break.

As the fog rolled in, Xu Feiying, while lost, learned the general situation. However, he didn't care about weddings or funerals, and instead hid in the God of Wealth Temple to sleep. Later, when he got hungry, he went to a villager's house to eat for free.

When the notice arrived, he wandered out and bumped into Xue Chao, who was heading to the house in front of the West Gate. He followed along aimlessly.

He managed to avoid the climax of the entire game, which made Xue Chao a little jealous.

Xu Feiying knew what he was thinking and sneered, "My special ability is for killing, but this instance's mission doesn't require killing." So why is he getting involved?

Xue Chao gave a perfunctory "uh-huh" sound, lifted the lid of the jar of Daughter's Red wine, and was disappointed to find that there was nothing inside.

What exactly are you looking for?

"Are you curious?" Xue Chao glanced at him.

"You're just being presumptuous." Xu Feiying's curiosity was limited. He didn't like being bothered, nor did he like bothering others. He headed to the South Gate to find his mode of transportation.

Xue Chao was too lazy to care about him. The dungeon was completed smoothly, so he didn't need to worry about it. Before the boundary of the secret realm opened, he needed to find the key as soon as possible.

From the moment he entered Baitou Village, whenever he wasn't in the player's sight, he was searching for the key; he practically turned Baitou Village upside down.

If it still doesn't work, then we can only...

He also walked out, still pondering the not-so-friendly "only," when a corner of his consciousness, which had been about returning to peace after completing the autonomous mission, was suddenly ripped away, causing him to pause in his steps.

His face darkened. It was Pu Fengchun undergoing the inspection!

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Pu Fengchun and the boy wrapped in cloth finally managed to leave the dream.

Because she was caught in a dream, her sanity was deducted, and she was in a very bad state. The boy had also experienced a lot, being pecked by a flock of birds and almost falling off the roof due to the dream. He was mentally confused and unable to use his superpowers stably.

So the two found a villager's house to rest for the time being.

As they gradually recovered, they slowly made their way through the fog, occasionally using the cloth-wrapped boy's special ability to find their way. However, the other players were too helpful, and by the time the main quest ended, they had only just reached the vicinity of the South Gate.

With the dust settled, the two half-dazed and half-blind people no longer needed to fumble their way around. They looked at each other in disbelief for a moment, then, not wanting to make things difficult for themselves, they left through the nearest south gate.

Pu Fengchun joined the temporary guild, but she had little resources from the Wild Grass Guild. She didn't come with her teammates. She had her own means of transportation, and the boy also had a spare.

As Pu Fengchun stepped out of the south gate, he vaguely heard a sound in his throbbing head. He turned around and saw the boy wrapped in cloth stepping on a stick. When he looked again, all he saw was snow covering the ground, and the stick had been pressed into the snow.

She seemed to vaguely see the word "down," which pricked her nerves like a warning.

She instinctively wanted to retreat back to the village, but the boy suddenly grabbed her and ran to the left, his voice tense: "The mountain is going to collapse!"

In front of the South Gate, slightly to the left of the center, there is a snow-capped mountain, but the mountain body is tilted at an angle of almost 45 degrees, with a strange posture, looking as if it might collapse at any moment.

They caught up with it.

Its buzzing grew louder and louder, and the steep mountain peaks trembled as they shook off the snow covering the entire mountain, revealing hideous red marks that looked like bloody hands trying to twist off the peaks.

A third of the mountain collapsed with a loud cracking sound. Because the mountain was tilted too much, although it was on the left, it fell to the right, slamming into the south gate and kicking up a huge cloud of snow.

The fog, which had thinned out somewhat, thickened again, and the lanterns at the south gate went out.

Fortunately, the boy discovered it early and used the props of the Five Poisons—a paper cart and burial items burned for the dead—to save the lives of the two living people.

Pu Fengchun clutched his chest—it was indeed a "bad luck" sign; even on the verge of leaving the instance, he still had a near-fatal failed lucky check!

Just like the East Gate before, they couldn't leave through the South Gate, so they sat in the car and headed towards the border of the secret realm.

The paper car was badly damaged, so they would take a break and move on after the car was scrapped.

As the countdown ticked away, the fog slowly dissipated, and Pu Fengchun could see further into the distance. Although everything was white except for a few striking patches of red.

【00:00:30】

Her wandering eyes suddenly fixed on a strange, red and white world, where a small circle of gold was spinning.

Her mind was a beat slow to register, but she realized it was the guild's teleportation totem.

Teleportation totem... The team most likely to use teleportation totem in a dungeon is the one that was temporarily forced in.

The words "chronic illness" immediately brought her back to her senses.

Her eyes were barely open; she was practically tearing her own brain apart, desperately peering out through a crack, all the while shouting in her mind, "Guardian of the Secrets, get past the surveillance!"

After playing mahjong, there will be a notification sound saying "Check successful".

The snowstorm subsided, and everything resembled a flag tail being tossed about, twitching in mid-air, a sharp movement followed by a slow motion.

She first saw the arrow hurtling through the air, and then, through the sliver of sky that pierced the fog as the arrow spun, she saw a person drawing a bow beside a totem.

She's definitely a player with a stubborn streak! If anyone wants to kill her, it must be a divine weapon!

The arrow was too fast; even in her normal state, she couldn't dodge it. It grazed her heart, and she was thrown back, the intense pain arriving a moment too late.

But in the blankness of her dying breath, she calmly grasped the key point—it wasn't a fatal blow, she still had a chance!

Despite the excruciating pain, she immediately accessed the control panel and retrieved the healing potion.

But before that, a cold hand pressed against her back, the side of the palm against the piercing arrow.

She was too weak to turn around, but suddenly felt a chill. The blood that kept flowing out was warm, but when the wind blew it, it clung to her coldly, like a thin cloth covering a corpse.

There was only one person beside her, the young man from the Five Poisons Sect.

Before her eyes, the totem in the distance spun rapidly, leaping with an even more dazzling gold.