Chapter 64: Dwarf Hut (XI)
In the dim little room, several candles suddenly lit up. In the center of the room, Yan Chuxue sat in a coffin, her pair of red eyes sparkling particularly brightly in the candlelight.
"I'd like to ask you to help me calculate where the prince is and how long I have to wait for him."
Yan Chuxue's voice was unusually serious.
He stared straight at Feng Zhibei. Although he said please, it didn't seem like he was giving the other party a second choice.
The rose in the coffin had completely withered. He touched the curled petals with his hand and whispered, "I've waited for a long time. He said he would come find me, but I never saw him... Sometimes I wonder, are there really people like this in the world?"
Feng Zhibei felt a little creepy when he looked at Yan Chuxue, who looked like a teenage boy.
This character is too weird.
Yan Chuxue half leaned against the side of the coffin, touching the row of earrings on her earlobes with her hand.
"I felt his presence last night, but it disappeared in an instant, and I didn't have time to do anything."
Feng Zhibei looked out the window. It was already completely dark. It was not a good time to go out and explore. He could only stay in the house and face Yan Chuxue.
However... although the character setting followed by the other party in the copy was rather strange, it at least provided him with some clues.
Feng Zhibei was in deep thought.
How long did the princess wait in the forest, and who told her about the prince?
He thought it over again and again, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the system prompt.
[Ding! We've detected signs of you straying from your character. Please try your best to play the role of a witch and use your curses!]
Hearing the familiar prompt tone in his ear, Feng Zhibei's eyes moved.
This time, the system announcement sound returned to its previous electronic sound, not Ji Ling's creepy voice.
Is there something wrong with the game?
He asked Yan Chuxue to be quiet first and opened the game panel to check it alone.
Yan Chuxue sat next to him, as well-behaved as a large dog, but her eyes were still fixed on Feng Zhibei.
There were some faint sounds coming from outside the window. He glanced out casually and after a faint scream, the thing that was about to move outside stopped moving.
Feng Zhibei's fingers tapped the panel flexibly and glanced at the exploration level.
...It's much higher. The exploration degree of the entire dungeon is close to 80%, and the exploration degree of the hidden line has also increased a lot.
But he still hasn't entered the hidden plot. Where does he explore so many hidden plots?
He secretly calculated that it was impossible to complete all the exploration points, and the conditions for passing the level were too harsh, and his character was the opposite of the player.
It's impossible to let him fight with that group of players. It's not right to cast the curse on anyone.
The system urged again.
[Ding! Please act quickly! If you deviate from the character setting, you will be punished!]
Feng Zhibei looked up and calmly asked the non-existent system in the air, "What's the penalty for deviating from the character setting?"
After making a few crackling sounds, the system suddenly disconnected and began to pretend to be dead.
Feng Zhibei snorted coldly.
He didn't know what went wrong in the game, but Ji Ling and the game system were obviously avoiding him, or rather, preventing him from completing the game.
We must speed up the progress and get into the backend to finish it before the actual copy ends.
He lowered his head and looked through the copy information again, and suddenly realized a problem.
Although he had not experienced many copies, he generally understood that the name of the copy was the key point.
The Dwarf Hut dungeon has not yet entered into its focus - the dwarves, but has instead revolved around the princess.
Feng Zhibei seemed to be thinking about something. He turned his head to look at Yan Chuxue who was sitting obediently beside the coffin and spoke.
"Walking with me isn't enough in exchange for me counting your princes... Do me one more favor and I'll do it for you."
——Of course, it is not up to him to decide whether it can be calculated or not. He is just an ordinary commentator.
Yan Chuxue frowned again, but agreed to the request without much thought. "Okay, how can I help?"
Feng Zhibei had just moved closer, with his face close to Yan Chuxue's ear, when he heard a chaotic noise coming from upstairs.
Then, something slid down the stairs with a teeth-grinding crash.
Feng Zhibei subconsciously tensed his body, and in the midst of the chaos, his lips brushed against something cold and soft.
Yan Chuxue trembled all over, her eyes full of disbelief.
His earlobe was rubbed by Feng Zhibei's lips.
The tall princess's ears turned abnormally red and her eyes were wandering.
Feng Zhibei did not notice the other party's abnormality. He was wary of the thing rolling down and held the fruit knife he took out of his backpack tightly in his hand.
After a few seconds, painful sounds came from the ground.
The person who rolled down was actually a person.
The man raised his head tremblingly. When he saw Feng Zhibei, his pupils trembled and a voice full of fear came out of his throat: "You, you... aren't you dead?! You..."
As he moved, a foul and bloody smell filled the house.
Yan Chuxue frowned slightly and twitched her nose twice.
Feng Zhibei looked at the short middle-aged man on the ground. He was a player with little presence in the team. He was now covered in blood and his clothes were torn.
What surprised him most was that both sections of the man's trouser legs were empty, and the entire trousers were soaked with dark blood.
Both of his legs were gone.
The man stared at Feng Zhibei with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then his eyes turned to Yan Chuxue who was also looking at him.
His expression became distorted in an instant.
"I knew it... I knew it! You two are definitely having an affair! You're definitely a witch! Absolutely!!"
Feng Zhibei was stunned.
What direction is this heading?
He paused, then realized that the current position between him and Yan Chuxue was somewhat difficult to evaluate.
Overlapping bodies, too close a distance...
Feng Zhibei blinked, "..."
He took advantage of the man on the ground going crazy, quickly leaned close to Yan Chuxue's ear and said something to him.
The latter's eyes became a little confused, and he also whispered: "Is this really necessary?"
Feng Zhibei nodded slightly.
The man underground saw the interaction between the two and almost fainted from fright.
Just as they were in a stalemate, there was another burst of footsteps coming from upstairs.
Immediately afterwards, several people came down from upstairs, led by Jin Yu.
Feng Zhibei came down from the coffin and was a little surprised when he saw them.
They were able to find a way out of the flat village so quickly. The strength of the players who could enter the four-star dungeon should not be underestimated.
But they should have paid a certain price for it.
Jin Yu's face was very pale, one of his eyes was closed tightly and his eyelid was trembling.
There were very few players left behind, they could be counted on one hand, and almost everyone was injured.
When the players saw Feng Zhibei appear out of nowhere on the first floor of the cabin, they were all stunned and immediately went into a state of alert.
Feng Zhibei was a little curious about how this group of people got out of that small village.
The man lying paralyzed on the ground saw the players and crawled over excitedly as if he had seen his savior.
"He... he was just with that person!..."
The man's words were incoherent and he looked completely crazy.
Jin Yu frowned slightly and brushed the man away with his hand. "Go calm down first. Your spirit value is too low."
Feng Zhibei caught these words and glanced at the man who was having a mental breakdown next to him.
Is this what happens when your spirit value is low?
The atmosphere in the cabin was a little tense for a moment.
Several players headed by Jin Yu stood aside, some were injured and some were disabled. Feng Zhibei leaned sideways on the coffin, with Yan Chuxue sitting in the coffin behind him.
"How did you get out of the village?"
Finally, a player couldn't help but ask.
Feng Zhibei was sizing up the remaining players. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Why should I tell you? I still remember how you treated me back then."
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere became even more indescribable.
The young man with long red hair and teardrop mole looks delicate and fragile, but the words he says are full of aggression.
"Aren't you going to capture me and put a bounty on me? Then I must run away quickly. Do you think I'm stupid?"
There was some unclear emotion in Jin Yu's open eye. He gestured to the players behind him to be quiet before speaking.
"We found important clues in Qingshui City and figured out all the characters...what about you?"
When Feng Zhibei heard this, his eyes moved.
He thought about the character issue for a long time, and it was a foregone conclusion that there were abnormalities in the characters and time here.
But putting aside the confrontation between him and other players, since Jin Yu said so, he must have to pay a price to get this information.
Feng Zhibei subconsciously pressed the palm of his hand with his fingertips, and felt a slight pain from his palm, which made him sober up a little.
He took advantage of the cover of his clothes, stretched out his hand, and poked Yan Chuxue with his finger.
Yan Chuxue's expression hesitated for a moment, and her fingers gripping the edge of the coffin tightened.
But in the end, he still spoke as Feng Zhibei had just said.
"...He is a witch and wants to curse me. Come and save me."
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the players, including Jin Yu, changed.
The mad man sitting on the ground was also stunned.
"Who? Who's the witch?"
"Didn't he say that he himself was cursed on the first day?"
The man who had lost both legs was helped to his feet by other players. His expression was dazed as he muttered, "I knew it... He's definitely a witch! I saw it all!"
Feng Zhibei's face showed a slightly panicked expression, and her ears turned red, which was very consistent with the reaction of a witch disguised as an ordinary dwarf being exposed.
He suddenly turned around, looked at Yan Chuxue, and said in a deep voice, "You are trying to sow discord between me and other players."
Yan Chuxue was stunned. Even though she was now under the bonus of the mental retardation buff, she quickly reacted and started to act according to his words.
"...I didn't. You are a witch. You will curse others soon."
A look of pain appeared on his face, making his already pale face look even paler.
"You just want to separate me and my prince, you sinister, cunning and disgusting witch..."
Jin Yu stood aside, seemed to have recovered a little, and his tightly closed eyes opened a little.
His eye turned a strange red color, with a thin yellowish liquid flowing out of it, but he didn't care. He just wiped away the flowing liquid with his hand.
Feng Zhibei's expression gradually became calm.
"I was already cursed on the first day, so it can't be a witch. He's lying."
The legless man slumped in the corner gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "I clearly saw your portrait in Qingshui City! And curses can be faked! How do we know if you're really cursed..."
Feng Zhibei raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.
The man coughed violently twice and spat out a mouthful of blood. "It's obviously you up there. I asked the villagers, and they said it was the witch who came here to preach. She's the one who turned the village into this!"
Feng Zhibei was a little surprised when he heard this.
...Why does this plot seem familiar?
He recalled for a few seconds and quickly realized where this familiar feeling came from.
In the Jiangnan Misty Rain dungeon, Ji Ling plays the role of such an outsider, bringing his pollution deep into the village and drawing energy from it.
Ji Ling looks very similar to him.
Feng Zhibei pondered for a moment and felt that he might be taking the blame again.
He ground his back teeth, looking a little unhappy, but it didn't show on his face.
Jin Yu clapped his hands, focusing all the players' attention on him. "The player we voted for earlier wasn't a witch. That... the game's new system also took him away. We don't have much time left."
He looked at the red-haired young man leaning against the coffin and said in a deep voice, "Feng Zhibei, whether you are a witch or not, it is abnormal for you to appear here alone. Moreover, there are already two... people who have accused you of being a witch. In order to protect the interests of the majority of players..."
"Vote me out, huh?"
To the surprise of all the players, he quickly realized what was happening next and crossed his arms, with some of his long hair covering his eyes.
"Are you sure you want to vote me out? Even though I'm not necessarily a witch."
Jin Yu was silent for a while, and finally he could only say "sorry".
Feng Zhibei glanced at the player camp.
Tang Shui disappeared, and the young man Amin also disappeared. Either they met with an accident, or... they were thrown out.
The remaining players in Qingshui City must have thought that I was dead, so my appearance here at this time seemed a bit abnormal.
But it doesn't matter, he just needs this abnormality.
In this tense atmosphere, an unusual system prompt sounded.
[Ding! Are you sure the player Feng Zhibei is a witch?]
This time the electronic sound sounded somewhat dissatisfied, with the crackling sound of the electric current being particularly noticeable.
Jin Yu: "Raise your hands if you agree."
All the players raised their hands except him.
Feng Zhibei's long hair was scattered behind him, looking a little messy. He had a blank expression on his face, and the color of his eyes changed, eventually returning to dark.
Jin Yu said solemnly: "Confirmed."
The system prompt sound did not sound immediately.
One player looked bewildered: "How... isn't he a witch?"
Feng Zhibei spread his hands and said, "Congratulations on killing another ordinary player. I hope you will remember the players who were thrown into the recycling bin after you log out of the dungeon."
He seemed a little too calm, like he was about to go on vacation instead of being recycled by the game to some unknown place.
Jin Yu showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself countless times, but he finally left and walked towards the stairs to the second floor, passing by Feng Live.
"I don't know why you're doing this, but be careful."
The other party whispered a thunderclap in his ear, and Feng Zhibei's pupils shrank.
Then, his jacket pocket bulged and something was stuffed in.
In an instant, all kinds of speculations about Jin Yu flooded into his mind. He took two deep breaths to suppress the messy thoughts in his mind.
Feng Zhibei felt the outline of the object through his pocket. It was very small, square, and very straight, with a small hole missing on one side.
He realized that this might be a chip, the same one he had obtained from Yan Chuxue before, which was the key to logging out of the game.
Yan Chuxue was still sitting in the coffin, with a slightly imperceptible confusion in her eyes.
In his memory, he should hate witches, but now... he couldn't help being attracted to them and wanted to get closer.
"Well, let me see which unfortunate person wants to have a cup of tea with me..."
A voice of unknown gender suddenly came from the darkness and stopped abruptly.
Ji Ling changed his clothes. Now he was wearing a white laboratory coat and a pair of glasses. When he saw Feng Zhibei's face, his smile froze instantly.
His face changed instantly and his voice became distorted.
"Oh...it's you..."
Feng Zhibei raised his hand covered with thorn patterns and greeted him easily.
Ji Ling's delicate facial features were somewhat distorted, and two contradictory expressions appeared on his face, eventually ending in a sneer.
"Then please follow me. The other players can continue the game..." He stretched out his voice. "I hope everyone can get out of here alive."
Feng Zhibei gathered her messy red hair with her hands, suddenly supported herself on the edge of the coffin, and leaned close to Yan Chuxue's ear.
A slightly hoarse voice sounded in Yan Chuxue's ears.
"Wait until I come back."
Then, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared amid the horrified gazes of the players.
Ji Ling stood in the shadows, sneered, and gradually blended into the darkness.
The whole cabin returned to peace.
Yan Chuxue sat in the coffin, still not coming to her senses.
He felt inexplicably blocked in his heart, as if some emotion was filling his heart and he couldn't get rid of it.
This feeling was so strange. He had never felt this way before in his memory.
After a while, he lowered his head and responded in a voice that no one could hear.
"Well, I'll wait for you to come back."
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