Mumu, as one of the main gods, is the most miserable one, unable to even afford a meal. With no other choice, he follows his brother's orders and heads to various dungeons to play different NPC...
“Ouch!”
Mu Mu was lying soundly on the bed one second, and the next second he fell on the hard ground with his butt hitting the ground. The pain woke him up instantly, and he lay in the white gauze for a long time without being able to get up.
It was still the same white long dress as yesterday, and through the thin gauze skirt, the mottled marks on Mu Mu's wrists and neck could be clearly seen.
The marks were densely packed and of varying shades of color, clearly showing the strong possessiveness of the person who left these marks on him.
Mu Mu was helped up by the white ghosts around him. The white ghosts were very tolerant of him. They helped him sit aside and then floated back to the team to continue dancing.
Mu Miao rubbed the part of his body that was hurt from the fall, his eyes dull. [001, why was I forced to do hard labor again?]
001 was woken up in the middle of the night and felt very sleepy. He yawned and felt equally sleepy. [You are probably the only free NPC in this world. Who else should I look for?]
[Huh?! What are those marks on your body? Did someone beat you up?]
It was covered in bruises and looked very scary.
001 was shocked. How could this little idiot be bullied like this when he wasn't paying attention?! This is outrageous!
Mu Miao looked down and replied calmly: [This, kissing Song Qi, kissing like this.]
001: […Just pretend I didn’t ask.]
Also, this little idiot really isn't shy at all.
Although 001 has a straight sexual orientation, he is surrounded by gays and is used to it.
Mu Mu leaned his head against the wall, quietly watching the girls dancing the beautiful Giselle. The girls' pure white skirts were visibly turning light pink.
That is the accumulation of resentment in them. Once they are transformed into red-clothed ghosts, they can break free from the control of the region and take revenge at will.
Mu Miao held his face in his hands and sighed. That was also the time when this copy ended, which meant that he would be separated from Xi Yunchi again.
A little reluctant.
Mu Miao shook his head, not wanting to think about the things that troubled him, and continued to watch the beautiful sister dance.
No one filled his vacant position. Everyone seemed to be programmed. Although their every move was beautiful, it revealed a numb and mechanical feeling.
Mu Miao stared at the empty seat and couldn't help but think of the absent NPC. Why didn't she show up?
Mu Mu was thinking, but sleepiness came over him again. After tossing and turning for several hours, his body was sore and he felt nothing but tiredness.
I will never kiss Song Qi again, Mu Miao thought drowsily, but when he recalled the comfortable feeling brought by Song Qi's kiss, he hesitated again.
Okay, let’s not kiss for so long.
"Ah—let me go! Let me go!"
Just when Mu Miao was about to fall asleep, a shrill scream suddenly woke him up. His misty eyes blinked blankly and he looked in the direction of the sound.
"Hmm?" Mu Miao saw a young man wearing the same white dress as him. Judging from his appearance, it was exactly the ghost in Director Wang's office during the day, and he was dragging half a person in his hand - Director Wang.
Director Wang was cut in half, leaving only the upper half of his body. His intestines were dragged on the ground like a mop, and blood was dripping wherever they passed.
But he still maintained his sanity, feeling the extreme pain and fear, unable to escape.
He made a hoarse sound in his throat, his eyes red as he shouted at the young man, "Fu Wenyang, kill me, just kill me! Hahahahahaha—you don't dare anymore? You're a coward, a coward who doesn't even dare to kill someone!"
Director Wang shed his gentle facade as a teacher and yelled at Fu Wenyang, "You're such a lowly, dirty, lowlife! It's a blessing to be fucked by me! Do you think anyone would care if you died? I'm telling you, no one will care!"
"Your parents were as happy as if they had a big fat boy when they got the money. In fact, their son was fucked to death in exchange for this windfall. They knew it too, and they were laughing so happily."
Fu Wenyang's eyes were calm, but the resentment in his body became more and more intense. He dragged Director Wang to the other ghosts, and the ghosts surrounded him.
Surrounded by ghosts, Director Wang had gone mad. He laughed maniacally, pointing at each of them and laughing sarcastically, "Hahahahahahahaha - you're destined to be people's amusement in this life! Giving you the quota of superior goods is already a big honor for you. You should be content, you deserve it!"
Mu Mu felt cold all over, and Director Wang continued to laugh. His laughter was shrill and terrifying, more like a ghost than any other ghost present.
He seemed to realize something at this moment: Teacher Zhong's recklessness, the school's protection, the death of the poor dancer, the excellent goods...
All of this points to a chilling outcome.
This aristocratic school treats students who rely on their academic performance and have no background as commodities and divides them into different levels for their amusement. Perhaps it is not just them, but more people in high positions who are also involved.
This is why this incident has never been discovered.
After Fu Wenyang joined, Mu Miao suddenly realized that there were many boys in this team. Most of them were slim, with long gauze skirts covering their whole bodies, blending perfectly among the girls.
And under the pure white gauze, there are mottled marks.
Unlike the consensual relationship between him and Song Qi, this was an invasion that could not be resisted.
She and they may have rebelled, but the result was that they turned into souls, dancing the lonely and sad Giselle over and over again in their beloved dance studio.
Mu Miao watched silently as the white ghosts tore Director Wang's body into pieces, crushing every part of him under their feet. After a while, only broken limbs were left on the clean floor.
The white veils on their bodies turned completely red, and the pale moonlight shone into the room through the windows, announcing this bloody and satisfying revenge to the public.
The evil ghost took shape, and the bright white moon was instantly dyed red with blood.
All the evil spirits in the dance studio came out in droves. Mu Mu followed them silently, feeling extremely heavy-hearted. The gauze dress he was wearing was still white.
It stands out among a group of red people.
Mu Mu walked slowly, staying at the end of the group. He was worried that the wronged souls around him would recognize his different identity.
But they didn't care. Even the girls around him looked at his white dress and said enviously, "White looks best."
Mu Miao raised her eyes, her eyes were filled with sorrow. "You look very beautiful now too."
"Thank you." The girl gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt and gave him a court salute. She suddenly took a few steps forward, and her scarred hand touched the side of Mu Mu's face, and she arched her eyebrows. "Don't be afraid, we will protect you."
"No one will hurt you again."
"So, please keep it white, we all like white."
Mu Mu's eyes were sore, "Okay."
That night, Mu Mu watched them kill teachers and students from one school after another. There was no trace of white in her long skirt anymore. It was like a rose blooming passionately, so red that it was dazzling and compelling.
Mu Mu was well protected. The white ghost had the least resentment and the weakest power, but he was surrounded by many red ghosts, guarding the last bit of white.
Another player was caught and torn to pieces, and the green light from Mu Mu's fingertips sank into his body.
[The ghosts in this dungeon are increasing in level so quickly. Swarms of red-robed ghosts are coming out. Who can withstand this?]
[It's really strange. Isn't the white one still mixed in? Logically, the strong ghosts would devour the weak, so why is the red one protecting the white one this time?]
[Is the girl in white some stupid little sister? They look similar.]
[Stupid, it's my stupid brother! ]
[Stupid, it's my stupid brother who's wearing women's clothes! ]
[Hey! What did I notice? His body is covered in hickeys?! Even the white veil can't hide them!]
The sun rose exceptionally slowly that day, but the dawn light penetrated the thick clouds and poured down. The young boys and girls slowly disappeared into the darkness, leaving Mu Mu standing alone in the sunlight.
He reached out and touched the beam of sunlight, and the warmth dispelled the chill from his body.
Mu Miao imitated their movements, slightly bent her knees, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed gracefully.
He strolled around the campus, watching students carrying backpacks appear out of nowhere in the empty space around him. They were laughing and playing with their friends, just like ordinary high school students.
No one could imagine that they were dead.
Mu Miao also met Jiang Qianliu.
The moment Jiang Qianliu took shape, he saw Mu Miao at first sight. Surprise instantly welled up in his eyes. He just raised his hand to say hello to him, but in the blink of an eye, Mu Miao disappeared without a trace.
"Illusion?" Jiang Qianliu rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that Mu Miao was not there, his shoulders slumped and he walked towards the classroom listlessly.
In the villa.
Mu Miao opened her eyes in Song Qi's arms, and when she looked up, she met Song Qi's gaze.
Song Qi's eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night. He buried his head in Mu Mu's neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't leave without saying goodbye next time, especially at night. I will be very worried."
Mu Miao was startled. He hugged Song Qi and felt his warmth. "Song Qi, why do you want to be a teacher at West?"
"For undercover work." Song Qi told him without reservation, "Fang Ling did not suspect that there was illegal trading within West. The disappearance rate and accidental death rate of students in this school are abnormal."
Mu Mu lay in his arms, eyes drooping, "I went back to West last night, I know what happened."
Song Qi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his hand to ruffle Mu Mu's hair. "If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to say it. The truth will come out sooner or later."
Mu Mu's pent-up emotions all night long burst out. His eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down his face. "No, I just said what I wanted to say."
"The school's top brass treats students from ordinary backgrounds as commodities. The good-looking ones are sent to others for personal gratification, while the average-looking ones are sold for their organs..."
"I... I don't quite understand." Mu Mu's voice choked with sobs, his tear-filled eyes filled with confusion. "Why can humans do such cruel things to their own kind? I don't understand."
"They are so young, some are not even 18 years old, they just want to dance..."
At the end of the story, Mu Miao burst into tears.
There was obvious astonishment in Song Qi's eyes. It was obvious that the truth behind it had a great impact on him. He silently patted Mu Mu's back and accompanied him gently.
Song Qi said softly, "How about not going to school today? I'll ask for leave for you."
Mu Miao shook his head, his voice nasal, "Yes."
He hadn't figured out who the missing NPC was yet, but Mu Mu instinctively knew he had found that person, and everything would be revealed.
At the school gate, before Mu Miao was about to get off the bus, he looked up and pecked Song Qi on the lips, suddenly confessing, "I like you the most among all humans."
Song Qi smiled and ruffled his hair, "It's an honor."
Song Qi needed to go to the police station in the morning. After sending Mu Miao to school, he immediately rushed to Fang Lingwei, told Fang Lingwei the news he learned from Mu Miao, and made the next plan.
Along the way, Mu Mu keenly sensed something was wrong. He left at dawn, and the atmosphere at that time was not as silent as it is now.
Every student who passed by had a lifeless face and empty eyes. Mu Mu even noticed corpse spots on their hands.
The author has something to say:
I've decided. In the next world, Xiao Mumu will be a hybrid of an angel and a vampire. She'll have a very high status in both worlds. Both sides are hostile to each other, and once her identity is exposed... hehehe~
(I went to catch up on my homework and took the blame and ran away)