Chapter 42: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (Thirteen)
The voice, indistinguishable between male and female, continued.
"You might be curious about what the NPC rescue feature is. As we all know, NPCs in dungeons are consumables, and many players and viewers have expressed concerns that this practice is somewhat inhumane. Therefore, after careful consideration, the senior management of Wilderness has decided to add this feature."
The voice coughed lightly twice. "Here's how to play: During each instance, change the future fate of NPCs. You'll receive special rewards at the final settlement. The more fates you change, the richer the special rewards. And..."
"Please don't forget your job. You're the only narrator currently available, but we won't be giving you any special treatment. Please try to avoid any shortcuts and explore the storyline as thoroughly as possible before delivering the final commentary. Thank you."
After this sentence, the game system fell silent and the entire space stopped moving.
Feng Zhibei thought about it and realized that this artificial intelligence was not here to give him new gameplay tasks, but rather to criticize him.
Although his attributes are tricky and useless, they are surprisingly able to confuse the system, which probably made the wilderness angry.
But why didn't they just nerf his stats? This has happened before.
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Yan Chuxue.
The latter was studying the situation on the street outside the window.
The hanging corpse above his head shook twice again, and his eyes rolled downwards.
The red light outside the window lit up again, and this time there were more and brighter ghost lights. The whole town looked like it was on fire.
There was another faint sound of crying.
Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze.
He always felt that Yan Chuxue's role in this was definitely not simple, otherwise she would not have been punished so many times and even dismembered.
I also remember what the other party called "cheating".
What step did he take at that time?
Feng Zhibei shook his head and shifted his attention back to the copy.
After all, the game just gave a warning, so I guess the commentary this time won’t be easy.
The two stayed in this room for a whole night. Except for the occasional corpse above their heads coming back to life, there was no other unusual movement.
They studied the copy information and found that the degree of deduction of the overall plot and the degree of deduction of the hidden plot had changed greatly, indicating that most of the truth of this story lies in the hidden plot.
The game panel has added the gameplay that the person just mentioned.
[Currently changed number of future branches: 0]
Feng Zhibei seemed to be lost in thought.
In Happy University, because of his wish, the artificial lake dried up, and Yan Jingming came out of the water and came to the secretary's office, replacing the previous NPC.
But this only changed Yan Jingming, the other NPCs did not change.
Thinking of this, Feng Zhibei murmured to himself: "I don't want to save this kind of NPC..."
Yan Chuxue: "Hmm?"
"It's okay," he shook his head, "I don't know what will happen after daybreak."
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The next morning, a drizzle fell and smoke covered the entire Qingshui City.
Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue, wearing the bamboo hats they had taken from the NPC's house, took advantage of the low visibility and ran around in the streets.
Even though it was raining today, there were still quite a few people on the streets, some carrying fish and meat, and some holding children.
But they were all silent, not saying a word, and walking in the same direction.
Feng Zhibei grabbed Yan Chuxue's sleeve and followed the crowd.
“Dongdongdong——”
A few drum beats were heard, and many people looked up. In the smoke, there was a huge drum on a very tall building, and someone was beating it.
Feng Zhibei shuddered all over, and the feeling of being watched appeared again. This time it was no longer vague as before, but was staring at him directly.
He looked around but couldn't find the direction he was looking at, so he gave up.
After the drums stopped, a woman in red climbed up the small building and bowed to everyone.
A voice came from upstairs:
"The Queen loves all things in the world and protects the people of our city for a lifetime of peace. Please send your gifts and the Queen will appear."
Then, the woman upstairs took out something from behind her and threw it into the sky.
The fishy liquid mixed with raindrops fell on everyone, making them feel sick.
Feng Zhibei's face was pale and there was a stain on his face.
The woman above seemed to look somewhere, bowed again, and slowly retreated.
There was a commotion in the crowd and the sound of a child crying could be heard.
"Oh, the Queen wants you to go because she loves you, why are you crying?"
An adult got tired of listening and scolded.
Feng Zhibei lowered his head to avoid the gaze from upstairs.
The woman just now was definitely Ji Ling. Ever since she appeared, her gaze became more and more obvious, almost blatantly examining him.
Yan Chuxue pinched his arm and motioned him to look somewhere.
A severed crow's head lay in the rain, blood all over the ground.
"This is what she just threw."
Yan Chuxue whispered beside him.
The crow died with its eyes open, its dull red eyeballs facing the sky, raindrops sliding down its eye sockets, as if it was crying.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with rumbling thunder, and the sound of rain was stimulating people's eardrums.
People spontaneously lined up and went into the small building one after another.
Feng Zhibei hesitated for a moment, then followed the crowd and lined up to wait to enter.
It should have been a festive event to invite gods, but the whole atmosphere was very depressing and made people feel uncomfortable.
That lingering feeling of being watched grew stronger.
Feng Zhibei calmed himself down and thought about his next strategy.
Although the hidden plot is highly deduced, he actually has no clue about it.
In the past, there were only women in the ancient city, or rather, there were only women on the surface.
The "Niangniang"'s preference is also very obvious, she only wants little girls as sacrifices.
But in the following time, only men were left in the entire ancient city, and the only female NPC who appeared was dragged into the water.
Feng Zhibei glanced at the crowd out of the corner of his eye and suddenly froze.
...Wait, where did all the kids go?
He turned around suddenly and looked behind him.
The adults bowed reverently, and the children walked out step by step as if they heard the mouse catcher's magic flute, and disappeared in a few seconds.
"...Look over there, isn't that the shrine from before?"
Yan Chuxue said behind him.
Feng Zhibei looked forward and saw a small shrine placed high up on the first floor among the crowd, with a puff of smoke rising from the incense burner below.
His scalp tingled and he looked towards the second floor in the direction of the smoke.
On the second floor, Ji Ling was sitting in front of the stage, holding something in his hand, smiling, staring at him straight.
Her red lips parted slightly.
"Pray to the Queen——Stand up——"
Everyone bent down as if possessed, and a vague shadow appeared in the smoke.
It was the figure of a woman in wedding dress.
Feng Zhibei's face darkened and he pulled Yan Chuxue and ran out the door regardless of anything.
"Let's go to the river!"
On the top floor, Ji Ling blinked, but the voice she used when she spoke was not the female voice as before, but a strange voice that was neither male nor female, very similar to the system that had been broadcasting before.
"You found it so quickly! As expected of that monster that was cultivated from bones..."
She, or rather he, rose from her chair, and walked down the stairs, scanning the completely still crowd, a satisfied smile on her pretty face.
"It's time to increase the difficulty."
He casually placed the wood carving he had been playing with into the shrine, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
On the street outside the house, Feng Zhibei pulled Yan Chuxue and ran all the way.
He just sorted out all the logic.
The misty rain of Jiangnan, everything is inseparable from water, and the source of everything is also in water.
The most serious mutation should be in the river, but the invitation to the empress was carried out in that small building, which is inconsistent with the core content of the copy.
The closer we got to the river, the more noticeable the chilly atmosphere became and the heavier the rain became.
The raindrops hit the water surface heavily, creating layers of splashes.
Heads floated on the water, their eyes wide open, looking toward the sky. On the bridge, a child walked stiffly to the highest point, then jumped over it and dove into the water.
"Plop, plop."
One after another, the children fell under the bridge, and the heads rushed forward, tearing the boys into pieces, leaving only their heads, while the girls' bodies sank into the river and disappeared.
The entire river was covered in blood, and the killed boy became one of the heads, continuing to tear apart the next boy who fell into the water.
A slightly taller boy staggered onto the bridge. Feng Zhibei's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously shouted, "Don't..."
After seeing the boy's face clearly, Yan Chuxue's expression suddenly darkened and she ran towards the bridge.
That's He Yutong.
He Yutong paused after hearing the sound, but still climbed up the bridge using his hands and feet, stretched out his arms, and leaned forward.
With a splash, he was torn into pieces and his head sank into the water.
Amidst the smoke, a figure appeared at the bridge head, walking towards Yan Chuxue.
He had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were very cold.
"My little sister..."
Feng Zhibei stopped immediately and looked at him warily.
The system prompt sound suddenly sounded at this moment.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the Master's resentment!
Master Ming grew up with his younger brother and sister in this Jiangnan water town, rarely leaving the house. One day, he and his sister were out for a walk, but unexpectedly, his sister fell off a bridge...
Please appease the Master's resentment within one minute! 】
The Master seemed to have completely lost his mind and pounced on Yan Chuxue.
Yan Chuxue rolled backwards to avoid the attack of the master.
The rain was still falling, and in the fog, two people, one big and one small, were fighting on the bridge.
When the head in the water saw that no child fell, it turned its gaze to Feng Zhibei, staring at him with resentful eyes and letting out a scream.
Feng Zhibei dodged the attack while taking out a lighter, and with a click, he set the entire river on fire.
Suddenly, the blue flames illuminated the surroundings, and the head in the water kept screaming and melted into meat paste.
"Puff."
Yan Chuxue held a long sword in her hand and slashed at the master.
Due to height restrictions, he had no choice but to attack with weapons, but even then he only managed to cut off one of the Master's legs.
The Master could not hold on any longer and fell backwards into the water covered by the flames.
The fire could not be extinguished when it came into contact with water. The flames spread and ignited the entire riverside area.
Yan Chuxue retracted the sword. He hadn't used a weapon in battle for a long time. Blood flowed down the child's white and tender fingers.
Feng Zhibei walked onto the bridge, and everything around him began to twist and shake. This was a sign that he was about to exit the scene and merge.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a crack appeared in the space at the bridgehead ahead.
Feng Zhibei looked over there, the firelight reflected on his face, making the teardrop mole more conspicuous.
Faint sounds of conversation could be heard coming from the cracks.
"…Some of the commissioning personnel were successfully recovered, but one failed, but he's not far from death."
"The crow is still alive. The higher-ups have given the order that he must die."
"Rose...? Keep it. That person wants it very much."
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and then waved to Yan Chuxue in the firelight, indicating that he should return to the main story first.
And he walked into the crevice buried in flames without hesitation.
The author has something to say:
Thank you everyone (bow)
When I was stretching the doll, my hand bounced and my speed dropped very fast orz. I will skip the update today (
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I was in a hurry last night and just added a little Xindengxi
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