Chapter 11: I feel uncomfortable. What the hell is this adjustment of leave? * …

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I turned around and ran away, looking very cool and carefree. Only the teleportation interface in front of me was looking at me, and the blue progress bar was moving slowly. When it reached 50%, the progress bar suddenly got stuck in the middle of the screen.

What's going on? Another bug?

As I watched, two buttons suddenly appeared below the progress bar.

[Continue the game] or [Return to the outside world]

[Continue the game] should be the normal teleportation, what is [Return to the outside world]?

Thinking of my previous experience, I couldn’t resist my curiosity and clicked on the latter.

The progress bar shattered into countless blue-glowing powders. Wherever it passed, it created dark blue code data, which then spread out to form a flat road.

I walked along the road to the end, where there was a door. The plain metal door opened automatically, and I walked in. In front of me was an extremely spacious bedroom.

The main colors of the room are green and brown, which are very close to nature. The decoration is mainly forest-style, and the ceiling is entangled with vines. When the lights are turned on, you can see the slowly flowing starry sky.

The floor is made of wood, which is a bit retro in this era. Combined with the rattan rocking chair and carpet, it makes people feel lazy and relaxed.

This is a dream bedroom that every player would love to own, and it can be sold for at least hundreds of thousands of game coins.

There were musical instruments I didn't recognize next to the wooden desk, and the walls were covered with all kinds of musical instruments. Apart from that, the only thing I could recognize was the notebook on the desk.

Congratulations, I can recognize the text outside the game. This is nothing strange. After all, the gods have a long lifespan, and there will always be a few high-level artificial intelligences who are bored and develop some language loading packages.

I flipped through the pages and it was hard to imagine that people still write by hand in this day and age. The story was also more like a children's book.

The story is fluent and moving, and the handwriting is elegant and beautiful, reminiscent of the vines in the mountains.

This is a story, or more precisely a children's book, about a little girl who was picking mushrooms and got lost at night and came to a small wooden house.

The owner of the wooden house warmly entertained her, but the little girl discovered another world behind the mirror. The owner of the mirror in that world told her that she must leave here before dawn, otherwise she would be kept in the wooden house forever...

The story is stuck here, and it is obvious that it was written recently. I wonder who has the leisure to do this. After closing the book, I noticed that the bedroom door was half open, and there was a faint sound coming from outside the door.

It was a beautiful song that was light and smooth, like the sound of nature, and it made people echo in the clear springs between the jungle and the valley.

I subconsciously followed the sound. The corridor was also dominated by green, with slender branches entwined around the walls. Careful identification was required to distinguish the real from the fake.

The beautiful singing echoed in the corridor, making me feel like I was back in the forest of elves. Finally, I stopped outside a very large room.

The entire wall near the corridor was a transparent window. One could see the person inside, with his back to the corridor, chanting something softly in front of the countless light screens.

His long silver hair was like moonlight draped over his shoulders, and from the back, only his tall and graceful figure could be seen. His movements were very leisurely, and after spending several days with him, I immediately recognized who he was.

I retreated cautiously, just about to run away. The person in the room suddenly stopped and turned to look at me. His cold gaze pierced straight at me, full of sharpness that did not match his appearance.

What shocked me even more was that the pointed ears of an elf were replaced by round ears of a human. The person in front of me was extremely similar to Odysseus, almost identical.

But the elf who was just deceived by me would definitely not be so nonchalant when seeing me, and would not be so relaxed and indifferent after losing his ears.

What is going on?

Without time to think, I put my finger in front of my lips and whispered to him.

Suddenly everyone was silent. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His horrified eyes fell on me, with a hint of doubt and confusion.

Emotions are extending.

Hostility, suspicion, caution, gloom, surprise.

All kinds of negative emotions spread, along with a barely detectable sense of daze.

When I met Xia Pingan, I tried to use magic, but failed. But somehow, it worked this time. I didn't have time to think about it and continued to work hard for my own safety.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm. I'm only here to help you."

A long, long time ago, I saw the devil from hell.

They are accustomed to using their clever mouths to seduce humans, spitting out sweet poison, and waiting for their prey to fall into their trap.

But now, I feel that in the eyes of others, I may look like those devils.

"You're troubled, aren't you? The management company asks you to sing something you don't like at all, and you are just a caged bird for them to make money."

I stared into his eyes and tried to make my voice seductive: "Trust me. Since I can avoid those people and come in, I can also help you do anything you want."

Odysseus was silent for a while and turned off the light screens. I vaguely saw digital eyes flashing on them, but I couldn't see the specific content clearly.

He walked towards me, his eyes scrutinizing me, and finally stopped at my face. At the same time, I felt more suspicious. He took a while to think, and then reluctantly accepted my proposal.

"You'd better do what you say. I'll give you three minutes to tell me what you're going to do. If you can't do it, I'm going to call someone."

"As you can see, I am a deceiver. I can turn lies into truths, and I can turn facts into illusions—"

"That's enough. Is it fun to lie to me?"

Before I could finish, Odysseus interrupted me, frowning as if he was ashamed of his seriousness just now.

"If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call the guards."

Well, I've known for a long time that any Odysseus is stubborn.

"Don't be impulsive. I'm serious. I know that people are always reluctant to believe things they haven't seen. So, we can do a harmless test."

I spread my hands and said, "Can you please answer my last question? Is there anything you want to redeem, and have you prayed to God to make it happen? Um...Okay, let me see, do you want to see your parents again?"

Odysseus's eyes suddenly became like a blade, piercing straight at me. I shrugged, as if to dispel his suspicion.

I had no idea why he looked exactly like a real elf, or what the situation was, but I knew that if I didn't get him, I would be the one who got screwed.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't ask or make it up beforehand. Your heart told me all this. Okay, I know what to do. It seems that no one can help you except me."

"How can you help? Spiritual communication, reincarnation, hypnosis, or resurrection of the dead? I've had enough of you liars. Get out, or I'll get someone to help you get out."

Odysseus questioned me in a mocking voice, his eyes burning with anger. He reached out to press the alarm, but the red button did not respond.

The young man sneered.

"It seems that you have made sufficient preparations and cut off the alarm system here in advance. But don't be complacent. As long as the alarm system is cut off for more than five minutes, the guards will come immediately. For the sake of your face, leave now and I will forgive you for what happened."

I didn't expect that you, who looks so pure and innocent, actually like the Lord of Darkness.

I glanced at him subtly, with a helpless expression.

"I told you, I have no ill will towards you. The alarm didn't respond because you had a corresponding guess in advance, and the guards wouldn't come because you suspected that I had dealt with them. So I like dealing with the dead better than the living. At least the former won't have any crazy thoughts."

"Okay, let's get back to the point. Have you figured out what you're going to say to them?"

Odysseus didn't answer me, and of course, I didn't care about his answer.

Yes, everyone knows it. Death is a strange barrier that separates love and hate. From the day we are born, death has become a curse in the hearts of human beings.

Separated by a thin tombstone, the world of the living and the world of the dead are clearly separated yet integrated with each other. But it just so happens that I specialize in this field.

The moonlight climbed up my palm and quietly blossomed in the palm of my hand, with a layer of mist in the translucent petals. The moonlight's darling was crystal clear and beautiful, blooming brilliantly in front of the other person.

Odysseus' eyes widened suddenly. This scene did seem incredible. But he quickly calmed down. I nodded with satisfaction and asked him again, "Do you like dreaming?"

In the bedtime stories told by adults, there is always a magician who appears to fulfill all your wishes, transcending life and death, love and hate, turning back time and returning to the past.

Unfortunately, this is a lie. Both in the game and outside the game. Fortunately, he met me. Even more fortunately, I have the ability to turn lies into reality.

I handed him the moonflower, and Odysseus hesitated before taking it. At this moment, the petals shattered.

The raging wind roared out, vibrating the eardrums, and then the wet sound of the waves enveloped the sky and the earth.