Chapter 68 Mission Progress 100% - "Master Xuantian...

There was snow outside the window, the indoor heating was burning very warmly, and the charcoal fire occasionally crackled and splashed a few sparks.

Yin Zhiyi leaned on the couch with a very thick blanket covering his knees, but he still felt cold.

She waited for the system for several days until it was finally back online.

It just so happened that Yan Shiman was not here today, and the system chose to come out at this time specifically, mainly because it was discovered last time and it was in a state of trauma.

Regarding the question of whether it is possible to take away the NPC in the book, Yin Zhiyi asked again, but the result was still no.

Yin Zhiyi asked, "Even if it's a reward for completing a mission, isn't it possible?"

System: [Task rewards are only for use in the real world. 】

Yin Zhiyi came up with a new idea. Since Yan Shiman couldn't go with her, what about her? Can I stay in the mission world?

"System, is the flow rate in this world the same as in the real world?"

System: [Host, the flow rate of the world in the book is negligible. It is a parallel world with an extremely slow flow rate. 】

A hint of joy flashed across Yin Zhiyi's eyes, and the system seemed to know what she was thinking: [If you choose to stay in this world, you can no longer undo the operation. After you choose, it will take effect immediately and your physical fitness will return to normal. 】

[However, the previously completed tasks will be completely invalidated, and the host will be assimilated into the NPC in the world of the book. 】

In an instant, Yin Zhiyi's heart turned cold again.

If she were alone, she would choose to stay in the world of the book without hesitation, but she still has a master.

There is no way she doesn't want a master.

"If Yan Shiman's hatred points are all used up, and the mission is completely completed, will the reward I get allow me to return to the real world?"

“Is this also considered to be used in the real world?”

Yin Zhiyi stared at the screen where the system was searching, and finally saw a big green circle appear on it.

System: [Yes.] 】

Yin Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

There is always a way out.

From the time she spent with Yan Shiman during this period, she could actually feel that Yan Shiman didn't really hate her. She thought it was most likely an obsession.

If he doesn't get enough sense of security from her, even if the hatred is 0.001%, it will be difficult to eliminate.

…

Outside the door, Yan Shiman pinched the door frame with his fingers, and he was unaware of the wood chips piercing his palms.

The wound on my chest where the bone was removed suddenly began to hurt sharply, as if it was being pierced by thousands of needles.

When he came, he heard the familiar "beep beep" sound in the room again.

However, this time he heard something different.

Hate value.

So if she clears his hatred value, can she return to the real world?

No wonder the lady said those words a few days ago.

Yan Shiman was shaking violently, his eyes were red. Fortunately, he didn't believe it at that time, but why did his heart still hurt so much?

The boy placed the unformed snowman in his hand at the door and staggered away.

There was an almost violent surge of despair and distortion in his eyes.

He forced a smile with difficulty, his expression sinister. Do you want to get rid of him? Never.

…

After Yin Zhiyi finished talking with the system, he felt like a worry had been resolved.

The room was warm and she felt sleepy after reading a few pages of the book.

But what’s strange is that Yan Shiman hasn’t come back yet.

The temperature has dropped sharply recently and it has been snowing. Yan Shiman doesn't allow her to leave the warm room, but he goes out every day to pick a blooming red plum blossom for her, or make a funny little snowman.

Yin Zhiyi opened the door a little, and the chain on her hand was just enough for her to reach the door.

Then she saw the twisted and pitiful little snowman on the ground.

Yin Zhiyi poked it, looked around, and didn't find anyone, so he felt confused.

In the end, he just curled up the corners of his mouth and commented: "It's ugly."

I never thought Yan Shiman’s cooking skills were so poor before.

When picking up the little snowman, Yin Zhiyi felt a chill spreading from her palms. The temperature in the warm room was too high. As soon as he came in, the little snowman began to sweat all over. Yin Zhiyi didn't want water dripping everywhere, so she quickly put him into the basin.

She continued to flip through the pages of the book out of boredom, but her eyes began to droop uncontrollably.

I don’t know how much time passed.

call--

A gust of cold air blew in, and Yin Zhiyi opened his sleepy eyes and became a little more awake.

The door opened, and it was Yan Shiman.

He was holding a bowl of dumplings in his hand, and in the white mist, the boy's eyes and eyebrows looked particularly gentle.

"Miss, today is the beginning of winter."

Yin Zhiyi suddenly realized that she had been staying in the warm room every day for the past two days and could not even tell the difference between day and night. Naturally, she didn't care what solar term it was. However, she was still a little surprised. She didn't expect Yan Shiman to attach so much importance to her casual words at that time.

But she didn't spoil the fun, and waved at him with a smile: "Okay, have you made the dipping sauce? If not, I'll do it! The one I make is delicious."

Such a conversation is inexplicable between an old couple.

Yan Shiman's eyelashes trembled, and he said calmly: "Okay."

Yin Zhiyi's eyebrows curved into crescents. As she began to prepare the dipping sauce, she looked at the dumplings with large fillings and thin skins in the bowl and sighed at Yan Shiman's excellent cooking skills.

Yan Shiman prepared a complete range of seasonings, and she could basically find whatever she wanted.

It's snowing heavily outside, and there's a charcoal fire burning inside.

The dumplings tasted very good. Yin Zhiyi ate her fill, but she didn't forget about the important things. She thought that after eating and drinking her fill, she should formally confess her love to Yan Shiman.

This should give him more peace of mind.

But before she could say anything, the young man next to her suddenly said, "Miss, let's get married."

His tone was so light as if he was just saying it casually, but the knuckles that were holding the chopsticks were so tense that they turned white.

Snap——

The porcelain spoon in the hand of the person next to him fell heavily back into the bowl.

"Ahem!" Yin Zhiyi's eyes widened for a rare moment, "...Isn't this a bit too fast?"

She actually prefers a long-term relationship, and she has just made up her mind, and now you tell her you want to get married?

But when she met Yan Shiman's gaze, she saw the burning passion in the boy's eyes: "Miss... I want to be with you."

Just after saying this, the boy in front of him suddenly lost the gloom in his eyes and became gentle again.

"Are you scared?" His eyes were dark and dark, "I was just kidding..."

Yin Zhiyi was stunned by this look, but when she came to her senses, she became serious: "I know, and Yan Shiman, I like you too."

The young man looked up at the burning eyes of the person in front of him and lowered his eyes.

Do you love him?

——He doesn’t believe it.

——But he would pretend to believe it.

"I am very happy that the lady responded to me."

Even though he knew it was impossible, he still desired it.

Yin Zhiyi said with some embarrassment: "It's just that it's too early to get married."

The boy clenched the chopsticks tighter in his hand and said with a smile, "Indeed."

Look, even if it is to eliminate the hatred value, the lady is unwilling to marry him.

A dull pain came from my heart.

"Miss, let's leave here when the snow stops."

Yin Zhiyi was surprised at how quickly the boy changed the subject. She was a little puzzled: "Why do you suddenly want to move out? Aren't we living well here?"

The boy explained in a very gentle tone: "It's too cold here, not as warm as the hometown you described."

When Yin Zhiyi heard this, he suddenly felt uneasy.

But she couldn't say what it was exactly.

…

The snow fell on and off for nearly half a month.

During this period, Yin Zhiyi could always smell a faint smell of blood on Yan Shiman.

But whenever she asked, the boy avoided the question.

Finally, the snow stopped.

The sunshine in the yard is incredibly bright.

For the first time, the boy took the initiative to ask, "Miss, do you want to go out and get some sun?"

Yin Zhiyi's uneasiness grew more and more intense. Before she could answer, Yan Shiman had already taken the initiative to open the chain.

"You've been..." Yin Zhiyi reached out to touch the boy's pale lips, and the strong and unignorable smell of blood rushed to his nose again.

Seeing that he still wanted to hide, Yin Zhiyi suddenly lifted his clothes, and what she saw was a bandage wrapped around his entire chest, with large patches of dark red seeping out. She could only feel her lips trembling.

“…How did you do that?”

Yin Zhiyi's voice was stuck in her throat. She stared at the hideous wound, which was constantly oozing blood. The place where the ribs should have been was dented and looked shocking.

The young man did not want to care about the wound at all. He smiled and said, "Miss, I want to braid your hair again."

Yin Zhiyi's eyes were red, her body was stiff, and Yan Shiman pressed her forcefully on the chair.

The young man smoothed her hair carefully and took out the white bone hairpin from his sleeve. He rubbed it lightly with his fingers and then inserted it into Yin Zhiyi's hair.

In an instant, blood was oozing from all of Yan Shiman's seven orifices. In his hand, he held a lock of hair that had just been cut from Yin Zhiyi's head.

He intertwined the strand of hair with his own hair, tied it with a red rope, and wrapped it around his wrist.

When Yin Zhiyi saw the pattern on the hairpin in the bronze mirror, pain suddenly appeared in his eyes: "...Why? Why do you do this?"

The hollow pattern was exactly the same as the silver chain on her wrist. In an instant she knew that it was a soul chain.

She finally understood why the pattern looked familiar, the Soul-Locking Contract!

This technique was created hundreds of years ago by an evil cultivator who was quite infatuated and had a perverted possessiveness.

The caster will never be able to be reborn, and can only stay by his lover's side forever, his soul entangled with him.

However, to use this technique, one must cut out ribs alive to make bone hairpins, and use the blood from one's heart to make soul chains. It is truly a pain that is like cutting out the heart and burning the bones, and it is unbearable for ordinary people.

Yin Zhiyi pushed aside his hair and saw the cinnabar curse mark spreading across his heart. The dark red lines were like thorns, cutting deeply into his flesh.

All the anomalies during this period were explained.

Her chest heaved, her heart trembled violently, she held back her tears, and almost yelled: "Are you crazy!?"

The young man coughed twice, blood oozing from his lips: "Ahem... Miss, did you find out? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"It's just that my soul will follow the young lady." When he said this, a sick look gradually appeared on his face, and his tone began to pant, as if he was excited, "Forever, forever, I will cling to the young lady."

After saying these words, he looked painful, like a sinner awaiting judgment, not daring to look up. He was such an unscrupulous person, but even an unscrupulous person would be afraid of seeing disgust in the eyes of his lover.

His body was already riddled with holes, and he couldn't bear to have his heart torn apart again.

But what made him even more helpless was that he didn't get everything he expected, but instead got a warm embrace, and he froze.

Yin Zhiyi wiped away the tears from his eyes distressedly. When she touched his heart, her fingertips kept trembling. In the end, all her questions turned into a sigh: "It hurts a lot, right?"

She had known for a long time that Yan Shi was extreme, but she didn't expect him to be this extreme.

She was also wrong, why didn't she realize it at the beginning? Let him get to this point.

Yin Zhiyi's tears rolled down.

"Don't cry, miss. I was going to die anyway. These three months are like stolen money from me."

The boy's eyelashes trembled and he buried his cheek in Yin Zhiyi's neck.

The moment the bone hairpin was inserted into Yin Zhiyi's head, the soul-locking contract was completed, and the cinnabar curse on his heart was continuously sucking his blood.

He can no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy.

If the young lady was still willing to lie to him at the last moment, he was willing to endure pain that was a million times more painful than having his bones dug out.

Yin Zhiyi's pupils trembled violently. She wanted to cover the wound that kept bleeding, but it was no use. Her palm was soaked with warm blood, and the boy's trembling lips pressed against her earlobe.

"Miss, I love you, I love you so much."

"But even at the end, I was so mean, and I want you to remember me."

"I can't bear for you to forget me..."

The moment the boy's hand slipped, the system's electronic sound rang out -

【The hatred value has been reset!】 】

[In five seconds, the host will be teleported out of the world in the book! 】

…

[Task settlement, rewards being distributed——]

——

Yin Zhiyi's world was blurred by her tears. She could only see tiny spots of light around her, dispersing in all directions.

Her body was enveloped by a halo of light, gradually becoming transparent...