Chapter 49 Garden Street
The fog on Garden Street was heavier than before.
Feng Zhibei had basically recovered his spirits when he got off the car. After entering the villa, he realized belatedly that the chaos in the square seemed to have been caused by him.
The villa was still tidy, as if someone had lived there while they were away.
"...Sky Eye, Free Fantasy, and me. These three guilds rank in the top three according to the total points rankings. We'll be considered a large guild in the future, with a large number of members. However, I have some personal conflicts with their president."
Yan Chuxue sat on the sofa, took out a peach from somewhere, and peeled it with a shiny fruit knife.
Feng Zhibei hesitated several times before finally asking the question he was most curious about: "Why did you join the guild?"
Yan Chuxue frowned, somewhat puzzled.
He had clearly chosen the sharpest and most useful fruit knife, but this time he couldn't peel the peach at all.
After fighting for a long time, he finally gave up and looked up to answer Feng Zhibei's question: "Because I'm the only one in the guild... Oh, there were originally a few people, but the others were recycled.
Feng Zhibei was lying on the sofa with her long legs crossed, her eyes half open, and she seemed to be dozing off.
After a while, he nodded, suddenly opened his eyes, and woke up from a light sleep.
“…Oh, I see.”
Yan Chuxue sighed deeply, picked him up and took him to the bedroom to sleep.
This time I logged out a little late, it was already six o'clock in the evening.
He walked into the kitchen and prepared to change a knife to peel the fruit.
At the corner, he suddenly stopped and threw the fruit knife in his hand backwards.
"bass--"
The fruit knife was deeply inserted into the wall, the mural hanging on the wall twisted, and a hand emerged from it.
"Brother, please talk it over nicely. Your authority is too high and you've blocked Zhichun from entering!"
He Xinmei emerged from the frame dejectedly, feeling apprehensive.
"Hurry up and let Zhichun in. It's late at night and it's almost time..."
Yan Chuxue's face darkened. "She must have cursed me. I'm very unlucky today."
I couldn’t peel peaches for Feng Zhibei today.
"Okay, you don't understand her temper yet. I'm just joking with you," He Xinmei jumped out of the picture frame. It was hard to imagine that an adult woman of normal size could get out of such a small frame.
Seeing Yan Chuxue's gaze cast on her charred half body, she said, "It happened in the last dungeon. It's okay, just a little scary. One more thing..."
She reached in again, rummaged around for a long time, and finally pulled out a rag doll.
The rag doll has a dog-bitten haircut and a miserable expression.
"There's really no other way. I'll format my brother first."
Yan Chuxue looked at the frightened rag doll in her hand, her eyelids twitched, and finally she turned and walked towards the door.
On the foggy street, Min Zhichun was boredly counting the arms of the homeowner opposite.
Yan Chuxue's neighbors only show up at night, and the one who appeared now was a non-human creature with nine arms and smooth, hairless skin covered with red spots.
It was behind the window, its body moving at high speed, with a strange and ferocious expression.
Min Zhichun stood on tiptoe with great interest. Just as he was about to see what was happening behind the window, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.
"Come in and don't disturb others."
Yan Chuxue raised her eyes and glanced at the window opposite, then moved her body sideways and motioned her to come in.
Min Zhichun stuck out his tongue at him, and after walking a few steps inside, he realized what the non-human creatures in the villa were doing.
"...No way, they even learned how to mate with humans? Instead of learning something useful, they learn useless things every day. Oh my god..."
Her face was filled with shock, and she kept muttering to herself as she and Yan Chuxue entered the entrance.
The puppet hanging on the entrance rolled its eyes around a few times before finally fixing its gaze on Min Zhichun. It curled its lips, but before it could cry, Yan Chuxue covered its mouth.
"You too, don't bother others."
Min Zhichun looked at him meaningfully and clicked his tongue a few times.
He Xinmei, who was sitting on the sofa, saw her come in and waved with the He Yutong doll in her hand: "Say hello to your sister, dear."
"Wow, I haven't seen you for a few years. How come your brother has shrunk?"
Min Zhichun took the doll and squeezed He Yutong's hand.
It feels smooth to the touch, unlike ordinary cloth.
He Yutong's face suddenly fell like a rag doll at the entrance.
But he had no vocal device, so he had no place to cry and could only try his best to grin.
The three of them sat on each sofa. This situation should have been very serious, but because none of them were normal people, the scene was a little absurd for a moment.
There was a girl playing with a stuffed doll while smiling evilly, a young woman with half of her body burnt, and a man with earrings who kept struggling with a fruit knife.
"So...where's Xiaozhi?"
Min Zhichun finally remembered the important matter and put down He Yutong.
He Yutong crawled all over the sofa, found a gap, squeezed himself in, and faced his butt towards everyone.
Yan Chuxue replied: "Sleeping upstairs."
"That's good... This way you two won't be too embarrassed." Min Zhichun took out a chip from the pocket of his sportswear. "Now that you remember it, I won't beat around the bush with you. I'll give it back to you."
Yan Chuxue took the chip but shook her head: "I don't remember it completely."
He Xinmei pulled He Yutong out again and placed him on her legs to sit upright.
After seeing her burnt body, He Yutong's eyes turned sad again.
"I can't remember... How much can you remember now? The wilderness has already released Ji Ling's mind. If we don't solve it now, it will be too late."
She comforted He Yutong a few times and managed to coax this brother who had become mentally unstable after being formatted into a doll.
"His current strength is probably equivalent to He Yutong in his prime. I'm a bit of a loser to him... Zhichun hasn't faced him head-on, right? I'd better be careful."
"What I remember is..."
Yan Chuxue's eyes darkened, and she placed the chip on the table. Her left hand involuntarily touched the row of earrings on her ears.
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Feng Zhibei went to the bedroom in a daze, took off his clothes, and lay down in the quilt.
In a trance, a few bells rang outside the window.
The injured part of his body began to feel hot. If someone lifted the quilt at this time, they would find that the thorn pattern on the wound was constantly emitting red light.
A figure wearing a red veil appeared in the mirror beside the bed.
The fog outside the window grew thicker.
Ji Ling stared at Feng Zhibei on the bed through the red veil.
He raised his hand, and after some operations, he took out a small chip from Feng Zhibei's backstage backpack.
Everyone knows that the wilderness at night is terrifying. The shadows of monsters break out of the dungeon and keep players awake all night, while the lack of darkness causes their sleep to become disrupted.
But in fact, the monster's shadow is also subject to the rules of the wilderness at this time.
Ji Ling stretched his hand out of the lens, and his entire arm shrank into a stiff stick the moment it touched the air.
He had no expression and directly put the chip to Feng Zhibei's mouth.
The other person was sleeping soundly and had no idea that someone had come to his side.
Ji Ling stared at his sleeping face in silence for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was different.
"Xiaozhi, take your medicine."
This is Yan Chuxue's voice.
Feng Zhibei's eyelids twitched, as if they were about to open, but he just turned over, opened his mouth slightly, and held the chip.
"Swallow it."
Ji Ling stroked his head with his shriveled hands. After seeing his throat roll, he slowly retreated back into the mirror and his figure gradually disappeared.
Feng Zhibei twisted around a few times on the bed, found a comfortable position, and buried her face in the quilt.
He was having a rather boring dream.
The dream was all white, and I was sitting in the center of the space, staring at the only door in the entire space.
There was a strange floral scent in the air, somewhat similar to the smell of the sea of flowers at B-367 and He Xinmei's place.
Feng Zhibei was bored.
Generally, he is aware that he is in a dream, but he cannot control himself and can only act according to the trajectory set by the dreamer.
And now, the person in the dream has been staring at the door for ten minutes.
Finally, the body moved and the arm was slightly raised.
A pair of thin arms were covered with purple needle marks and some cuts.
It can be said to be a mess.
Feng Zhibei observed and evaluated in his heart.
It looked like self-harm, but not like it could be caused by a blade.
Feng Zhibei, adhering to the attitude that dreaming is like watching a free movie, became curious about the person he was possessed by.
How did this person get locked up here? Moreover, this dream was so realistic that it even showed the skin and flesh being turned up.
Some of the wounds on his arms had healed, while others were still oozing blood. A burning pain spread from his arms to his brain.
Before he could take a closer look, the hand disappeared from his field of vision and he felt a touch above his head.
Feng Zhibei realized that the person in the dream was combing his hair, but his movements were a bit clumsy, and his fingertips pulled his hair, causing his scalp to hurt.
Wait, why do I feel pain in my dreams?
He was lost in thought, but his brain was so confused in his dream that he couldn't think about anything deeper.
Maybe it’s because I’m in a game, so it’s different from dreams in real life.
...What is the game? Why did I think of this?
Feng Zhibei's brain was a little overloaded in his dream. Just like a hamster that can't think about another thing while eating, he couldn't think about these things now.
So he chose to let go and wait for the dream to end.
There seems to be wind in this pure white space, which is warm and comfortable, making people want to take a nap.
In fact, the owner of this body was sleepy. His eyelids were already twitching, making the image in Feng Zhibei's eyes a little blurry.
"Really? If you're tired, just sleep. What is this person doing..."
Feng Zhibei complained secretly in his heart.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
My body suddenly sat up straight, my eyes opened wide, and a feeling of excitement surged from the bottom of my heart.
The door creaked open from the outside.
A figure in a white coat walked into the room.
"How was your day? Are you happy?"
A familiar deep voice sounded.
"I was unhappy just now, but I'm happy now."
Feng Zhibei heard these words coming out of his throat, his voice a little hoarse and rough.
"That's good. We'll be out of here soon. Relax."
The man in the white coat moved closer and placed his rubber-gloved hand on his neck.
The thumping sound of the heartbeat was particularly obvious in the quiet space.
The person above him chuckled and pulled his hand away.
"Why are you happy to see me, huh?"
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