Chapter 30: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (I)
"...Sir, you can drink it in a moment."
Feng Zhibei was awakened by the sound. He opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure swaying in front of him.
The figure was wearing ancient costume from an unknown dynasty, which was dusty in color. His long black hair was tied up high. He was squatting in the corner with his back to him, fiddling with something.
She was also wearing an extremely complicated ancient costume, with delicate fabric and restrained colors. It was obviously much more luxurious than the one in front of her.
Feng Zhibei subconsciously shook off the bangs that were blocking his eyes, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He gathered his long hair in front of him, and saw that the once bright red had turned into a healthy black.
The hair is very healthy and of great quality. You can't even tell it's been dyed.
...Why does this copy include hair changing!
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
The man in front of her turned around, revealing a face exactly like Yan Chuxue's, but with a completely different expression. His dark eyes gleamed brightly in the dim room.
It was obviously not the real one. After all, the real one would never show such a weak temperament.
Feng Zhibei: "...What are you doing?"
"Me? I'm making the holy water. Didn't you say that everyone should take the holy water, sir?"
He seemed a little confused.
Holy water?
Feng Zhibei stood up: "What's your name?"
The man smiled at him and said, "You just asked me the same question. My name is Master Ming."
Feng Zhibei thought for a few seconds before he remembered the name that had flashed across the barrage.
Is it a coincidence? Or was Yan Chuxue participating in the game as a master before her death?
He glanced at the live broadcast panel.
After the last instance and the final commentary, his popularity soared. Waves of viewers came in as soon as the show started, and the comments were posted very quickly.
[Oh my god, new dungeon! Why did the host's hair turn black?!]
[I love watching fantasy stories about ancient times! All kinds of ways to die, hahahaha]
[Baby, come give mommy a kiss! You didn't die last time! That's awesome! ! ]
[It's simply too exciting. With this ability to make up nonsense, he can even hype up a CP with the richest man]
[There are also debuggers writing fan reports about Red Haired Boy and the Richest Man, hahahahahaha]
[Excuse me, is the new dungeon not ready yet? There's so much noise... What did the NPC call Ming? I didn't catch it clearly.]
[Didn't hear clearly +1]
Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze and did not interact with the barrage first.
The Master struggled to stand up, holding onto the wall. His right trouser leg was empty.
He only has one leg.
Seeing Feng Zhibei's gaze on him, Master Ming smiled gently again: "My sister accidentally fell into the water seven years ago. I tried my best but couldn't save her. This is when her leg was seriously injured and she couldn't be saved."
As he spoke, tears actually flashed in his eyes, "If I had been able to save my little sister back then, my brother would have rested in peace in his grave, alas..."
Feng Zhibei: "My condolences."
The character that Master has shown so far is: a poor disabled brother who has neither a younger brother nor a younger sister.
However, it is difficult to say what the deeper identity is. What normal brother would tell all his painful past to a stranger just by looking at him.
The Master walked forward with his crutches and handed a bowl of black stuff to Feng Zhibei: "Sir, please take it now."
The liquid in the bowl was as thick as asphalt and gave off a foul smell. It didn't look drinkable at all.
Feng Zhibei stood by without moving.
The Master simply maintained his previous posture without blinking: "Sir, please take the next one."
Until now, the system prompt has not sounded, and it seems that the only way to enter the next stage is to take the bowl.
Feng Zhibei sighed, and suddenly raised his voice:
"Have you forgotten what I just told you?"
The Master opened his mouth, looking as if he had not expected the other party's sudden attack.
"You...what did you just say?"
"I said—"
Feng Zhibei dragged out his words and looked at the man in front of him, "This water is for you to drink. It seems you still don't trust me..."
Before he could finish, an expression of deep fear and trepidation appeared on the Master's face: "I, I didn't! I believe it! I believe it!"
With shaking hands, he gulped down the entire bowl of food, even choking a little due to his hasty movements.
[…Why does this NPC feel a bit pitiful…]
[Not a little, very...]
[Friends, I went to other anchors' places and saw that most of them drank by themselves, except for the richest man who threw the bowl in the NPC's face]
The Master coughed violently and lost his grip on the clay bowl, causing it to fall to the ground and break into two pieces with a crisp sound.
At this moment, the game system that had pretended to be dead for a long time finally spoke.
[Ding! Welcome to the game copy: Jiangnan Misty Rain
Instance level: Three stars
Plot Summary: You are a demon hunter invited to Qingshui City. This Jiangnan water town boasts beautiful scenery and simple folk customs. Residents live by the water, but recently, unusual movements in the water have disrupted their normal lives...
Game mission: Resolve the anomaly and restore residents' lives to normal.
Special Mission: Deduced 60% of the hidden plot and successfully explained it.
Current task to be completed: Understand the changes in Qingshui City. Total exploration level: 0%
Feng Zhibei: "...?"
His face turned pale, and he couldn't help cursing: "60%—are you crazy or am I? Bullshit!"
The Master beside him didn't understand: "Sir, what are you talking about...?"
"It's okay. It's none of your business."
Feng Zhibei gritted his teeth in hatred and summarized the existing information with a sullen face.
First of all, this is the Jiangnan of a certain imaginary era. When talking about Jiangnan, water is indispensable. Without water, the lives of the residents cannot be guaranteed.
There must have been some unnatural changes in the water in Qingshui City, so an exorcist was invited to solve the problem.
Feng Zhibei glanced at Master who was leaning cautiously against the wall.
The lighting in this room was not good. Even in the daytime, the light inside was very dim. The furnishings inside the room were also very simple, with a broken bed, broken bowls, and broken water jars. It was in a state of shabby condition.
Feng Zhibei pondered for a long time and realized something was wrong.
There is clearly the sound of flowing water outside the window. Since the water source is so close, why do we need to store water in a water tank?
He waved his hand toward the Master standing against the wall. "You should know why I'm here, right? I don't want to play dumb with you. Tell me what's going on here."
The Master's expression became increasingly terrified.
"Don't say it, don't say it! Sir! It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it!"
He looked out the window in horror, then quickly turned his head and made a silencing gesture to Feng Zhibei: "Don't say anything, you can't disturb the queen underwater..."
It was the familiar underwater world and the familiar feudal superstition.
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.
He snorted coldly and crossed his arms: "You guys are really funny. You asked me to solve the problem without telling me. This is just a joke!"
"You'd better think about it. Offending me is no easier than offending your wife..."
Master Ming's expression became embarrassed again. He moved to the door, stuck his head out and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he retreated back into the house.
"I...I say, please don't tell anyone! If the Queen finds out, you'll be punished!"
Feng Zhibei nodded slightly, looking at the other person's wonderful expression, and thought: Yan Chuxue has never been so lively.
The Master approached him and whispered, "A few days ago, when Madam Jiang went to fetch water, something in the water dragged her under! I live in a remote area, so I thought it was just a misunderstanding. But the other day, when I went to fetch water, I was almost dragged away too!"
"I finally managed to escape, and when I asked around, I learned that many people had been captured by something in the water. It looked like a ghost, but it wasn't a human. It swam incredibly fast in the water and could even get ashore!"
Speaking of this, Master Ming was still terrified. "Yesterday, the city lord learned about this and was terrified. He specially invited the adults to come and see what happened in Qingshui City..."
Suddenly, there was a sound of gongs outside the window, followed by a woman's scream.
"Ouch! Someone must have been dragged into this again!"
After the Master finished speaking, he rushed out. His legs were so agile that you couldn't tell that he only had one leg.
Feng Zhibei followed closely behind and went out as well.
Unlike the dilapidated interior of the house, outside is a field of blue bricks, with flowing water running across it and swallows flying among the willow branches, creating a lively atmosphere.
It fits perfectly with the typical impression of Jiangnan water towns.
On a stone bridge not far away, a man in gray cloth was holding a gong and drum, shouting:
"Someone come—someone fell into the water again—"
Under the bridge, a person was struggling in the water, stirring up the nearby waters.
Several strong men held a thick piece of wood and reached into the water to try to pull the person out of the water.
"Help! Help—"
The woman in the water had just grabbed the thick wood and had barely caught her breath when she was suddenly pulled into the water again.
His fingers left several bloody marks on the rough wood.
For a moment, all kinds of screams mixed with the messy sounds of running broke the tranquility of the water town.
A string of bubbles appeared in the water and then there was no movement. After a few seconds, several blood flowers bloomed from top to bottom.
The crowd quieted down, and one of the men fell to his knees, wailing loudly: "My wife—"
"Poor thing, his wife died so young."
Feng Zhibei stood far away and could observe the entire situation.
"He didn't even dare to go down to save people. There must be something in the water."
A familiar voice came from behind.
Yan Chuxue walked around to Feng Zhibei and was stunned when she saw his face.
Perhaps to unify the game background, the opponent's long red hair turned black, and the bangs were longer than in the first copy. They were pinned behind the ears, revealing the entire fair face.
Because he was wearing a mask when he entered the dungeon, the game system automatically replaced it with a veil.
Feng Zhibei turned his head towards Yan Chuxue and blinked at him: "Where did you come from? Why do you have a piece of cloth hanging on your face?"
Only then did Yan Chuxue realize that his eyes were actually round. It was not obvious when one was blocked, but his face looked smaller when all were exposed.
Compared with when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, it is almost proportionally enlarged.
His gaze swept across the teardrop mole at the corner of the other person's eye, and finally turned to the bridge: "When I woke up, I was in a house on the other side, but I came out early."
Feng Zhibei: "Why did you come out? Didn't you use a condom on the NPC?"
Yan Chuxue: "...No, I broke his bowl and he asked me to leave."
Feng Zhibei was speechless about him.
He skipped the topic and was about to talk about the Master, but the words stopped suddenly at his lips.
He glanced at the live broadcast panel and saw that the comments did not generate any discussion about the Master.
Were they blocked? Or... they had never actually seen what the Master looked like?
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