The usually bustling rest area was unusually quiet all day. At night, nothing was noticeable, but during the day, the entire city was shrouded in shadow, so much so that it was impossible to describe it as completely obscuring the sky. Everyone could see the giant snake overhead no matter where they went.

Sheh basked in the sun for a while before leisurely coming down in the afternoon. As soon as people on the street saw her move, they hurried home, afraid of being crushed by the crowd.

After she landed, Shi Jinzhe followed closely behind, but the way he looked at Shehe was a little strange.

Sheikh: "Why do you look at me like that?"

Shi Jinzhe: "Could you please choose a different place next time...?"

"Where can I put it? There isn't even a single leaf. Besides the flower bud, do you have anywhere else for me to put it?"

“…Okay, then you can do it.” Shi Jinzhe decided to keep quiet.

Shekh didn't take it seriously, and the matter was dropped.

"I'm a little hungry, let's go eat."

"I'll cook for you, what would you like to eat?" Shi Jinzhe led her to the upper floor where they had stayed yesterday.

Shekh: "Anything is fine, I want to eat sunflowers."

"...Is it sunflower seeds or sunflower seeds?"

"sunflower."

Unsure, Shi decided to ask again, "Have you developed a new quirk?"

"Can't I just eat a flower?"

He laughed inexplicably, "Eating sunflowers is worse than eating me."

Shekh stood a meter away from him and said, "Don't act crazy outside. You're embarrassing me."

"I don't need to feel ashamed. What kind of snake are you?"

"I don't care." Sheh said he didn't care, but he didn't loosen his grip on Shi Jin's arm at all, and even ordered a dish, "I want to eat salt-baked chicken."

Shi Jinzhe: "Didn't you just return the sunflower?"

"I want them all, I want to do them all."

"How domineering!"

The two chatted as they returned to their resting place. The kitchen had already prepared the necessary dishes. Shi Jinzhe told Shehe to wait a while and go play on his phone.

Sher turned on the projector, grabbed the pillow a couple of times, lay down to watch the movie, and halfway through, Jinzhe brought her some fruit, but she just opened her mouth and didn't even try to reach for it herself.

Shi Jinzhe picked up a strawberry and handed it over.

"I love my husband so much."

"That's useless; we've heard it so many times we're immune to it."

"One more piece, please."

Shi Jin picked up a piece of banana with his fork and said, "Open your mouth."

While watching the film intently, Shech subconsciously asked, "Why is this one lacking in moisture?"

"Maybe all the water is in your brain."

"?"

Shekh looked him up and down, and thought, "How arrogant he is today."

She sat up straight, and Shi Jin folded the fruit plate. Just as he was getting ready, Sher pushed him down onto the sofa, his clothes all over the place.

Sheh held his wrists firmly, but one hand wasn't enough, so she used both. "How dare you talk back to me."

"I've talked back to you countless times."

Hearing this, Sheikh, straddling his waist, couldn't help but rub against his waist. "Don't you think you're acting a little strange today?"

"I know." Shi Jinzhe could conjure flowers for her without using his hands. The white moonlight sunflower fell on her, and he asked, "Is this flower pretty?"

"It looks good." Shekh didn't let go of him.

"Do you see this flowerpot?"

Shekh lowered his head. "I saw it."

"Besides being admired, what else do you think it's used for?"

"..."

Only then did she vaguely recall the common sense that had long been forgotten.

Shi Jinzhe gave him a look that said, "So you know what I mean?" He said, "You're covered in pollen right now, how can I be normal?"

"...But isn't this your own?"

"But in you."

Shekh looked around at his body, let go of the grip, got up, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

Shi Jin leaned back on the sofa and instructed her, "Use more shower gel to cover up the smell."

"But I can't smell it."

"Because you're used to it."

…

In the evening, with the mountain no longer pressing down, the rest area became lively again. After dinner, Sheh went for a walk and saw many shops along the street.

Humans are really interesting; even in a survival game, they still want to do business and find ways to earn more points.

There was a long queue outside a dessert shop at the street corner. The coffee there was half the price of what it was in the mall, and business was booming.

In the crowd, she unexpectedly spotted Linlang, who also happened to see her and greeted her, "What a coincidence."

Shekh: "Didn't you qualify to leave the game? Why didn't you leave?"

“Um… I declined.” Linlang left the group and walked to the street to talk to the two people. “I don’t have any attachments like those people. At first, I didn’t really like doing dungeons, but now I want to see more of the world. My mindset has just changed.”

Shi Jinzhe: "Aren't you afraid of getting hurt again? Have you forgotten what it feels like to have your throat slit?"

Linlang: "I am scared, but I have a greater thirst for knowledge. Once I think it through, I'll be fine. It's not just me; many people have chosen to continue playing games. There aren't many opportunities to stand out. I don't want to live an ordinary life."

She knew that Fu Guan was chosen to become a monitoring player in order to clear out the black mist, but the universe is vast and boundless, and who knows if there will be a second black mist? The monitoring player is not a short-term identity. As time goes by, will Shi Jinzhe be willing to let go of these players who he trusts and is comfortable with?

Linlang thought it was impossible; he would definitely choose reliable people to keep them in their positions for a long time.

Staying there will lead to things that are difficult for ordinary people to access. Just like Jiang Yinxue, she knows that Shi Jinzhe has given Jiang Yinxue some access to items. Jiang Yinxue can now appear in the rest area, and their meetings are no longer limited to the instance.

However, this privilege is only because she is a monitoring player. Other summoning players do not receive this treatment. Similarly, other monitoring players will also receive appropriate preferential treatment as long as it is not excessive.

Linlang said, "I don't have any particularly big dreams. I just want to live a long time, until the day when the unsolved mysteries of our world are solved."

Shi Jinzhe was quite surprised. This dream was similar to that of a certain monitoring player who wanted to live to the day he could complete interstellar travel. Including a monitoring player in his world who also wanted to live to see the day the First Emperor's tomb was opened. These guys are all romantic action-oriented people.

I wish you success.

"Thank you. Oh, right, there's something else I need to tell you." Linlang lowered her voice. "Yesterday I went into a dungeon and stayed there for two days. Apart from a few strange natives, there was nothing unusual inside. No ghosts or monsters. Is there something wrong with this dungeon? Otherwise, I can't understand why the system would open a dungeon when the natives can solve problems on their own."

Shi Jinzhe: "Which instance?"

Linlang: "The Mountain God is marrying off his daughter."

Seeing that he and Shekh were frowning, Linlang was more specific, "The mission is to help the groom chosen by the daughter of the mountain god escape. When I first heard about the mountain god, I thought the boss of this instance would be difficult to deal with, but this instance seems more like a deliberate attempt to create mystery."

What was frightening were the original inhabitants of the mountain village. They were easily startled, walked silently, and peeked through holes drilled in the walls. Everyone wore white, and even the lanterns were white. I was on guard, but I didn't see any ghosts or spirits.

No one died in the dungeon until the afternoon of the second day when a male player somehow got tricked. He secretly put on a groom's outfit and went into the deep mountains. The dungeon announced that the entire team had failed, and I and the others were deducted fifteen points and sent out.” Linlang was quite disappointed. “Will this dungeon ever be reopened?”

"No, because there is no such copy at all."

Sheh remembered all the dungeon names she had looked at yesterday, and none of them were called "The Mountain God's Wedding".