Chapter 40: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (XI)
The Empress’ gaze…?
The woman in wedding dress outside the window grinned, and without staying for long, she walked away leisurely.
There was a sound of water falling outside the window, and then the whole street returned to silence.
In a flash, Feng Zhibei connected all the clues and made a bold guess.
The man on the bridge just now was Master Ming, and the shorter one looked a bit like Ji Ling. If that were really the case...
Then Ji Ling is the "Empress", or the relationship between them should be the same as that between herself and B-367.
Children are food for the Goddess, so Ji Ling, as her mother, takes the ceremony of inviting the Goddess so seriously.
Feng Zhibei's gaze turned to the puddle of foul-smelling water under the window.
In this case, the lady must have just come ashore and was soaked all over.
...I just don't know whether this turbid water is the river water it brought in, or the saliva it shed because it was greedy for the child's head.
Yan Chuxue picked up the half-burned candle from the table and reached out to Feng Zhibei: "Lighter."
He lit the candle with a lighter, and the warm blue flame lit up the entire room, driving away the darkness and coldness.
Feng Zhibei briefly told Yan Chuxue about his guess, and while speaking, he opened the copy information panel to check the exploration level of the hidden plot.
Sure enough, the hidden plot has reached 50%, which shows that his idea is correct.
He looked at Yan Chuxue.
Yan Chuxue seemed to want to speak but stopped, as if she had something to say to Feng Zhibei, but in the end he just nodded, agreeing with this statement.
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.
In the previous copy, Yan Chuxue didn't know about Ji Ling's existence. This should be the first time he saw her.
But something was clearly amiss with this performance.
He took note of this point and planned to have a good talk with the other party after leaving the dungeon or finding an opportunity to enter the wormhole again.
After all, some things are not convenient to say in a copy.
"It's still a while before dawn." Yan Chuxue looked at Grandma Li who was sleeping beside the bed.
He actually wanted to call the NPC up to question him, but he looked like a child now and his attack ability had dropped sharply.
If this NPC also mutates, we may not be able to deal with it.
Feng Zhibei glanced at him and also turned his gaze to the NPC who was breathing steadily.
He walked forward, tore off the yellow talisman on Grandma Li's head, and shook her gently.
"Grandma, Grandma..."
Feng Zhibei whispered in Grandma Li's ear.
Elderly people have poor hearing, let alone this abnormal NPC. However, with his unremitting efforts, Granny Li's eyelids finally opened, and after a while, she focused on the child in front of her.
She exhaled a breath of foul air and said tremblingly: "What's the matter..."
“Grandma…”
A look of fear emerged on Feng Zhibei's face, tears glistened in his black and white eyes, and he hugged the NPC's arm aggrievedly.
Yan Chuxue was stunned for a moment.
The barrage had just recovered from the shock, and became active again after seeing this picture.
[I'm dying of laughter. It seems the richest man has never seen this jerk coaxing NPCs before.]
[He's playing the emotional card just because he's young! Shameless!]
[Sorry, I have to refine copper, I just like this (reward 100 points)]
[Other human cubs can't do it, but I can do it with these two, hehehe]
Feng Zhibei had extensive experience in dealing with naughty children. He thought about the two-faced children he met at the time who acted like spoiled brats in front of his family, and tried his best to resemble them in his image.
"...Grandma, there was a ghost in the house just now!"
He spoke in a crying voice, and a few tears squeezed out of his eyes and slid down his fair cheeks.
"Grandma, I'm so scared. Can you tell me the story of the Goddess? Then I won't be afraid anymore..."
When Granny Li heard that the house was haunted, she became visibly nervous.
After comforting him a few times, she shook off Feng Zhibei's arm, stood up with difficulty while holding the wall, and staggered towards the table.
After seeing the candle flame turn blue, deep fear appeared on her wrinkled face. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and kept muttering "Goddess bless you, Goddess bless you."
Feng Zhibei winked at Yan Chuxue, who quickly blew out the blue flame and re-lit it.
The red flames flickered a few times.
Feng Zhibei took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and made an exaggerated expression of surprise, patting Granny Li's arm: "Grandma, look at the fire! The Goddess has appeared!"
Yan Chuxue stood aside and watched Feng Zhibei's performance, with a shock on her young face that was inconsistent with her appearance.
Grandma Li opened her eyes and muttered in surprise, "Empress loves my family, Empress loves my family," and her whole body relaxed.
She slowly moved to the bedside and sat down before speaking: "You are Miss Ji Ling's child..."
Her cloudy eyes swept over Feng Zhibei, then looked at Yan Chuxue, narrowed her eyes, and asked with some uncertainty in her tone: "Besides those two picked-up babies, does the Ming family have any biological children?"
Feng Zhibei's eyes darkened.
As expected, the Master also had a place in the past timeline. So the figure just now must be him.
But two kids...?
He thought for a few seconds and suddenly remembered that at the beginning, the master told him that his sister and brother at home were dead.
According to the NPC in front of him, the Ming family also has two children.
That is to say, at this point in time, his younger brother and sister are still alive.
Feng Zhibei made a plan in his mind, deciding to find Master Mingshi's house during the day and look for clues about him.
...If you can, try to kill him here.
Feng Zhibei was planning. The day after tomorrow would be the day to invite the Empress, and they didn't have much time left.
Moreover, he had a strong premonition that something bad would happen on the day of inviting the Empress.
Granny Li's unclear voice came: "Why don't you two go home? The Queen is going to come out tonight... It's the Queen invited by Miss Ji Ling. She must have said something to you. Why don't you listen... It won't be a good night..."
She mumbled a few words under her breath, then tilted her head and fell asleep again.
Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue exchanged glances.
The queen was brought to Qingshui City by Ji Ling.
Ji Ling will preside over the ceremony to invite the goddess the day after tomorrow.
Ji Ling and the Empress have exactly the same face.
Feng Zhibei was silent, then complained, "How could this person be like this? He ate his own tribute in the middle of the night. Did he even set up a memorial tablet for himself before?"
Yan Chuxue: "...It's really hard to say."
The two found a relatively clean spot to sit down and wait for dawn.
After daybreak, they were one step closer to the day of inviting the Empress, and they had to seize the opportunity to explore all the clues as possible.
In the dim room, Feng Zhibei leaned against Yan Chuxue, drowsy.
When he was a teenager, he couldn't sleep well almost every night at Feng's house. He was always suspicious and felt that someone was secretly spying on him.
He once suspected that he was mentally ill and went to the psychiatric department several times.
Later, he didn't know when it started, but he found that as long as Yan Chuxue was by his side, he could sleep peacefully, and all the feelings of being spied on would disappear.
Feng Zhibei vaguely recalled the scene at that time.
For several nights, he strongly requested Yan Chuxue to stay overnight at Feng's house, but was reluctant to tell him the reason.
Yan Chuxue was much more lively at that time than she is now. After rubbing his head, she sat on the desk beside the bed, turned on the computer and stayed with him until dawn.
At that time...
Feng Zhibei suddenly opened his eyes and all sleepiness disappeared.
He finally remembered why Yan Chuxue always wore a mix-and-match programmer's clothes.
As far as he could remember, apart from occasionally teaching him painting and other life skills, Yan Chuxue was always typing on the computer, which seemed to be his job.
He once asked Yan Chuxue what she was doing typing on the keyboard every day.
Yan Chuxue explained it this way: "I'm writing games. I started a project with some friends."
"What game? Is it fun?"
In the darkness, Feng Zhibei recalled the other party's answer at that time, and his breathing became heavier involuntarily.
"I'll try to make it more fun..." Yan Chuxue asked him while typing on the keyboard, "What kind of games do you like to play? I can secretly add some for you, and then you can play them."
He winked at the young Feng Zhibei, "I can also give you cheats, no one will find out, then you will be the first place..."
Thinking of this, Feng Zhibei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body cold.
He couldn't help but shudder and opened his eyes wide.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
In the dim environment, Yan Chuxue asked.
Feng Zhibei suddenly turned his head to look at him, with deep disbelief and a hint of imperceptible fear in his eyes.
Yan Chuxue frowned and guessed, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"
"...Yes, I just had a nightmare, but I'm fine now."
Feng Zhibei lowered his eyes, his hair covering his forehead.
He was trying his best to control himself and not lose his composure.
Yan Chuxue was silent for a while, raised her shoulders, nodded at him, and motioned him to come over.
Feng Zhibei followed his movements and moved closer.
Yan Chuxue's body was always cold, and even through the thick layer of ancient costume fabric, the cold air could still be seen coming out.
Feng Zhibei closed his eyes, his consciousness becoming extremely clear due to the stimulation of low temperature.
He was searching for memories of the game Yan Chuxue had written.
…
"Any elements you'd like to add? Something a little more horrifying."
Yan Chuxue asked while typing on the keyboard.
Feng Zhibei, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa drawing, stopped and thought for a moment.
"Hmm... We have to avoid all the existing horror game tropes on the market. Otherwise, it's too clichéd and consumers will be able to guess what's going on. They won't buy it."
"Do you have any ideas for the scene design? Are there any other rules?"
"...You always ask me what I do, even though you're writing games! That's your job!"
Feng Zhibei was annoyed by the question and said casually: "What if I say I don't want Heitian?"
As soon as it gets dark, the feeling of being watched would surge up like a tide, keeping him awake all night.
He hates Krishna.
Yan Chuxue was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Then don't play it during the night, just during the day... That's also good, very unique, and different from other games."
He clattered down a few lines of code on his keyboard. "I've added it. I wonder if the chief designer will cut it."
Feng Zhibei was amused and continued, "If he dares to chop you, go ahead and chop him."
“…”
Feng Zhibei opened his eyes and leaned towards Yan Chuxue.
There is no Black Sky in the area outside the wilderness dungeon. Only within the dungeon will there be Black Sky that can cause abnormal changes.
He pursed his lips tightly, his teeth biting a piece of flesh on the inside of his mouth.
How much did Yan Chuxue remember? How much did he...
Who is it?
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