Chapter 60 Dwarf Hut (VII)
There are five and a half people in Yan Chuxue's laboratory, and Feng Zhibei counts as half.
The five and a half people have different attributes, the most special ones are Feng Zhibei and Yan Beiming.
Feng Zhibei's commentary attribute allows him to see all the lines leading to the future, while Yan Beiming can go to all the lines in the past and deduce different futures through different pasts.
If it were in the past, Feng Zhibei might have thought that the world was hopeless and just waited for death.
But now he no longer thinks so.
"Send me backstage. I'll go find Ji Ling myself."
Feng Zhibei put down the transparent bone in his hand, "I can't play the game properly unless I get rid of him."
Yan Beiming stood up, holding onto the glassware, and shook his head. "I don't have the authority to do that. I can only teleport you to the dungeon map closest to the backstage, and..."
"Some of Yan Chuxue's authority still belongs to him. Ji Ling is using him as dungeon feeder to support the entire game."
Feng Zhibei nodded, "I know."
Only Yan Chuxue has this ability, his flesh and blood can supply all the creatures in the laboratory.
His diluted blood was used to cultivate new experimental subjects, his bones nurtured Feng Zhibei, and his blood vessels were used as an umbilical cord for connection.
Yan Beiming looked a bit troubled. "Actually, the entire game relies on Yan Chuxue. Our later design was this: Yan Chuxue is the game's nutrients, Ji Ling is the game's core, Min Zhichun, He Xinmei and I are responsible for repairing various game dungeons, and Jin Yu is responsible for collecting information..."
Feng Zhibei suddenly interrupted: "What about me?"
The other party was stunned and shook his head again.
"We didn't include you. Weren't you living in the human world at the time? He, we thought... life over there would be much better than here."
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes again, keenly catching the flaw in his words.
He put the transparent bone back into his pocket.
...It must be Yan Chuxue who took the initiative to exclude him from the game.
"Just teleport me to a map closer to the backstage. I'm going to settle things with Ji Ling first."
He looked directly at Yan Beiming, "Are you sure you want to kill him?"
Yan Beiming was silent for a long time, and finally stammered: "I... I don't know."
Feng Zhibei pressed his solar plexus and frowned, "Alright, I knew you wouldn't want to let him go... But let's make it clear in advance, I won't show him any mercy. At most, I'll spare his life. As for how to deal with him in the end, we'll all decide together."
Yan Beiming nodded dejectedly. He staggered out of the laboratory with Feng Zhibei and came to the door of another laboratory.
"Aren't you going to go and see Yan Chuxue again?"
Feng Zhibei paused as he gripped the door handle.
"...Since there are living beings, why would we engage in a dialogue with this false past?"
He turned around and looked at Yan Beiming, his eyes full of "Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Yan Beiming was not angry after being scolded by him. He said goodbye to him, and his expression could not be seen on his face which was mostly covered by the mask.
Feng Zhibei didn't even turn his head, waved back, and walked straight into the door.
The world was spinning again, and this time he was mentally prepared and closed his eyes tightly.
He opened his eyes only after he felt something hard on the soles of his feet.
“…”
Feng Zhibei's pupils were shaken.
He turned his head stiffly and saw the person lying quietly beside him.
The pale face, the closed eyes, and the small mole under the eye.
Feng Zhibei stood up suddenly, and the rose next to him rolled under the coffin.
He couldn't help but take another look at the dead Yan Chuxue. The latter's eyelids trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow.
The lower bodies of their two people were pressed tightly together, and he could clearly feel the other's cold body temperature.
Feng Zhibei shuddered.
He did not continue to be immersed in the shock of being in the same coffin with Yan Chuxue. He quickly adjusted his mood and opened the game panel.
It was early morning in the dungeon, all the players were in Qingshui City, and the cabin was now empty.
...Not really. The body of the girl they had buried earlier was lying on the ground. It was twitching, as if trying to stand up.
After Feng Zhibei recovered his attributes, he only needed to take a quick glance to know that the corpse underground had no lethality.
So he focused his attention on the game panel, tapping his fingers nimbly.
With his past memories, he became more familiar with the various functions of the game.
After all, he was present when Yan Chuxue designed the game and offered many suggestions.
"Oh...it seems like it's been a while since I last chatted with my dear audience."
Feng Zhibei saw a bunch of comments flashing across the live broadcast page, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What did Ji Ling and you guys say, huh?"
The barrage of comments paused for a few seconds, and then became even more frantic.
[What the hell, what’s going on? ? ]
[Did someone change after the disconnection and reconnection? Please spit out my previous red-haired anchor!!!]
[What happened? Why did the host's aura suddenly change...]
【Jump a little before death? 】
Feng Zhibei tucked her hair behind her ears and replied casually, "You should be more familiar with my black hair, right?"
The barrage fell silent.
Feng Zhibei smiled even more happily, "Why are you pretending? You are a bunch of useless people who can only hide behind the screen and type."
"Well...but most people probably don't recognize me, otherwise they wouldn't speak so arrogantly."
Someone in the barrage couldn't help but reply to him.
"You're just an experimental subject, why are you pretending? What's wrong with us staring at you?"
"Yeah, I'm just an ordinary experimental subject..."
Feng Zhibei supported the coffin with one hand and flipped off the table flexibly.
"Ordinary enough to control your life and death."
The corpse lying on the ground shook twice, and suddenly stopped moving when he approached.
He reached out his hand and lifted the body up. "Such a young girl, lying on the ground, will catch a cold and get diarrhea."
The corpse's expression was not tense, and several vertical lines appeared on its face covered with corpse spots.
"Okay, now tell me, what's going on in your village?"
The girl's body tilted its head and began to play dead.
Feng Zhibei stared at the corpse in front of him with his dark eyes. He didn't intend to use his original attributes, as every time he used them, his body would be more or less damaged.
He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, "Pay attention..."
Before he could finish, the corpse in front of him suddenly opened its dark mouth and let out a shrill scream.
Feng Zhibei took a step back and covered his ears because of the noise, "......?"
The corpse vomited out black balls of thread from its mouth, and looked extremely painful.
It raised its head with difficulty, and its cervical vertebrae made a creaking sound.
"Escape...don't..."
It made a few intermittent sounds, and then its body fell apart and turned into a pile of black mud.
Feng Zhibei looked at the pile of things in silence. Just as he was about to use the attributes, he heard a prompt sound in his ear.
[Ding! Congratulations on changing the future direction of the NPC!
Xiaojie is an ordinary little girl picking mushrooms. After getting separated from her grandmother, she came to the dwarf hut and begged for help from the dwarves, but the evil witch stopped them.
[Currently changed number of future branches: 2]
Feng Zhibei was stunned, his mind racing.
He remembered the gameplay, which required changing the NPC's future fate based on past events in the dungeon.
Is it possible that now is not the real time of the copy?
Also... why is the number of future quests changed to two? It's just the little girl's quest, so shouldn't it be one?
The sunlight from outside the window shone into the house, illuminating the fine dust in the air. In the center of the dilapidated cottage, the roses in the coffin had already wilted a little. Some rose petals fell to the ground, mixed with the black mud that the girl's body had turned into, making it look like a garden on a farm.
Feng Zhibei stood up, thinking about what Yan Beiming had said to him before.
This was the closest place to backstage, but he had no idea.
Yan Chuxue had taught him how to enter a wormhole before, but it didn't work here. The long chain in the background was not a wormhole in the strict sense.
Feng Zhibei simply found a place to sit down and waited for Ji Ling to come over.
After making such a big fuss and disappearing for so long, I have to come and take a look.
While looking at his game panel, he occasionally exchanged a few words with the audience.
Ever since he realized that the audience consisted of low-level debuggers, he wasn't very interested in interacting with them in a friendly manner.
But even after Feng Zhibei was so bored that he had picked off almost all the wilted petals, there was still no movement around.
Even the crows that often passed by the door were gone.
He raised his head and looked out the window.
The forest outside was gloomy, quiet and deserted.
Yan Chuxue, lying in the coffin, twitched twice, and one hand was about to be raised tremblingly.
Feng Zhibei was a little conflicted.
He has now recovered all his memories and abilities, but some things are still unclear.
If Ji Ling is determined to show up after he has cleared the level, then he must make good progress in this dungeon.
...But judging by the nature of those idiotic debuggers, they definitely can't make a good copy, as it's missing something here and there.
Their own thoughts are different from those of humans, and we cannot use human thinking standards to measure them.
Feng Zhibei sighed deeply.
And... he was worried about Yan Chuxue lying alone in the coffin.
The sun is about to set and the surrounding temperature begins to drop again. The temperature difference between day and night here is very large, and it is almost cold to the point of shivering at dusk.
Tonight was colder than any other night before. Feng Zhibei felt the cold was unbearable. He checked the first floor twice to make sure there was nothing unusual before going upstairs to get some blankets and clothes from his room.
As soon as he stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The entire second floor was filled with red and blue liquid, mixed into a somewhat disgusting muddy black. Some of it even splattered on the ceiling, and the hanging liquid was covered with something sticky.
There were a few messy footprints on the floor, and it looked like someone had been fighting here.
Feng Zhibei followed the footprints and finally stopped in front of a room on the left.
This room could not be opened before.
He was in deep thought.
The structure of the second floor of the cottage is a bit like No. B-1100, Garden Street, with two rows of bedrooms, and the room on the left cannot be opened.
When he and Yan Chuxue moved to the oddly decorated villa on Garden Street, he had not visited all the rooms on the second floor, so he naturally did not know that the door of one room could not be opened.
Feng Zhibei sneezed.
Perhaps because the floor was high, the temperature on the second floor was even lower, and coupled with the unpleasant smell emitted by the red and blue liquids, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He turned and entered a room first, took a thin quilt from the bed and put it on his shoulders.
The quilt was very long, and the end was dragging on the ground, stained with a lot of dirt.
But Feng Zhibei didn't care. After all, it wasn't his thing, so if it was dirty, it was dirty.
He came back to the closed door.
As the sun sets, the light in the house becomes dimmer, and the hanging lamp above the head suddenly lights up.
[Ding! It has been detected that it is night time in this instance. Please find shelter on your own.
When night falls, the dungeon will undergo uncontrollable changes. Please be prepared to face the darkness.
Feng Zhibei's hand emerged a little from the quilt and touched the door handle.
The slippery touch was a bit creepy, as if he was touching a piece of frozen meat instead of iron.
He had just taken out a fruit knife and was about to pry the door open when he heard a loud thud of something heavy falling to the ground downstairs.
Even the floor upstairs shook.
Feng Zhibei's heart skipped a beat and he quickly went downstairs wrapped in a blanket.
Downstairs, Yan Chuxue was holding her head and slowly getting up from the ground.
He had just fallen out of the coffin and landed directly on the ground, smashing the black mud that the girl's body had turned into into a thin mud cake. His eyes were blank under his messy hair.
Feng Zhibei stood at the stairs and did not act rashly.
Yan Chuxue is now controlled by the game, she is not in her right mind, and maybe there is something wrong with her brain.
No matter how powerful I am, I can't beat him. I can only stand at a distance and watch.
Yan Chuxue staggered and finally stood up, but just as she took a step, she fell forward again.
He tripped over the overly gorgeous princess dress.
Feng Zhibei chuckled and his shoulders shook violently with laughter.
He had no choice but to step forward and half dragged and half pulled Yan Chuxue up.
"How do you feel now, my princess?"
An expression of "what are you talking about" appeared on Yan Chuxue's face.
His palms were loosely supporting Feng Zhibei's shoulders, and his red eyes stared at the person beside him for a long time, then he suddenly put his head close to Feng Zhibei's neck.
"You have a smell that I hate."
He sniffed Feng Zhibei's neck gently, and his breath hit the soft and sensitive skin, instantly turning it red.
Feng Zhibei felt a little itchy and stroked the back of Yan Chuxue's head. Suddenly, he tightened his hand and pulled the other person's hair to make him move away.
He didn't use much strength, and if Yan Chuxue insisted on nestling on his neck and sniffing, there was nothing he could do.
But Yan Chuxue stopped after being gently pulled by him, and her eyes were still staring at Feng Zhibei's neck.
Feng Zhibei was frightened by the look and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly does it smell like on me... and what are you looking at?"
Yan Chuxue lowered her eyes and thought for a long time before answering: "It's a very disgusting smell and pattern."
Feng Zhibei opened the collar of his shirt and sniffed himself.
He did have a faint smell of disinfectant on him, probably picked up in the lab.
As for the pattern...
When he came back, he found that the thorn patterns on his arms were more obvious than before, similar to ordinary tattoos. From this, he inferred that he should also have such patterns on his neck.
Feng Zhibei wrapped the quilt tighter around him and said to Yan Chuxue, "What do you remember now?"
The latter was trying to take off the skirt that was in the way. After hearing his words, she raised her head with an expressionless face.
"I don't want to talk to a witch."
...Come on, you're still stupid.
Feng Zhibei held his forehead.
I don’t know what Ji Ling was thinking. Is it so interesting to watch his former colleagues playing house backstage?
"...So, noble princess, could you please help a lowly witch with a small favor?"
He restrained his expression and said to Yan Chuxue, "Only you can do this. Although I am a witch, I have never cursed anyone! Princess will definitely not discriminate against me because of my identity!"
Yan Chuxue's eyes moved, and she tilted her head to observe for a few seconds, and finally nodded, "You are telling the truth, you haven't cursed anyone yet... So what's the matter?"
Feng Zhibei breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had not used up his curse quota, otherwise he would have no reason to help Yan Chuxue now.
He pointed out the window and said, "I want to take a walk in the forest. It's so boring at night, but I don't dare to go alone. So, Princess, can you accompany me for a walk?"
"Just a walk?"
Yan Chuxue had just pulled off the hem of her skirt, and now she was wearing a pair of red pants, which made her look very funny.
"Just a walk. Of course, if you want to go somewhere else, I can go with you."
Feng Zhibei wanted to go explore the forest about the golden Ganoderma lucidum that Xiaojie had mentioned before.
There are many problems with this copy at present, and the biggest problem is the timeline.
Princess Yan Chuxue was cursed and fell into a coma, but she was able to move after nightfall.
There are also two future branch lines that have been changed. One of them is the future branch line of NPC Xiaojie. What is the other one?
No matter what, you have to go out for a walk before dark.
The night here is different from before. In the past, different monsters would attack after dark, but not all NPCs will be transformed in the night here.
Just like the old lady in the paper-thin Qingshui City before, she did not transform at night and was able to maintain her normal form.
While he was thinking, Yan Chuxue opened the door.
With a creaking sound, a biting chill hit me in the face.
Feng Zhibei subconsciously closed his eyes and suddenly felt a few drops of cold liquid hitting his face.
The cold wind blew crystal snowflakes into the house, and they melted into liquid droplets when they encountered the air inside the house.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked outside the pitch-black house. The unique smell of soil mixed with the chill of snow permeated the surrounding environment.
It's snowing outside.
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