Chapter 68 Dwarf Hut (15)
Feng Zhibei pushed her wet hair aside and twisted it into a strand.
Water trickled down the hair.
He stared at the ends of his hair. "...I really want this to be over soon. The color is almost gone. I need to get it retouched."
The silk thread rubbed against him as a comfort.
Feng Zhibei didn't feel sad about her hair for long. After twisting it until it was half dry, she raised her head and observed the surrounding environment.
This is a dark room with very simple furnishings. It is surrounded by piles of various stones stacked together. The ground is rugged and you can easily trip if you are not careful.
There was the sound of running water behind him. He wanted to look back, but the silk thread lying on his knees trembled twice.
"Don't look...it'll scare you."
Feng Zhibei had a very good comprehension ability and easily understood the meaning of the silk thread.
Those deformed experimental subjects behind him probably don't want him to see them.
I understand. If I were in this state, I probably wouldn't want others to see me.
The silk thread gently rubbed him twice. "Go forward. The princess is in the coffin."
Feng Zhibei's eyes moved.
Princess...that is to say, Yan Chuxue is in front.
He thought of something, tapped his fingers deftly in the air, and checked the live broadcast panel.
This time, the live broadcast was not turned on and was always offline.
The dark screen reflected his pale and fragile face.
"Am I still in the dungeon?"
Feng Zhibei touched the silk thread through his pants.
“Yes and no.”
Sixian replied in a serious tone, "This is... a real game. What happened before was a fake game."
This statement makes no sense.
Feng Zhibei was about to ask further questions when he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the front.
In a dark environment, any sound is particularly obvious.
For example, right now, the sound ahead is like some large animal breathing.
"Please go forward."
Feng Zhibei instinctively felt something strange, his eyeballs trembled slightly, but in the end he obeyed Si Xian's words and moved forward cautiously.
Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.
The further we go, the more obvious the panting sounds become, and they even have a familiar feel.
Anxiety spread within me.
"We're almost there. Turn left. If we go any further, we won't be able to go anywhere..."
The silk thread rubbed the inside of Feng Zhibei's knee as if it was reluctant to leave.
"The space ahead no longer belongs to us... Please go over there and bury the chip in the heart, and we'll cut off the supply to the entire game."
Feng Zhibei was silent for a long time before asking the question that had been bothering him: "Why did you help me? I didn't do anything...useful for you in the lab, did I?"
The silk thread was also silent for a while, just rubbing against Feng Zhibei.
"If it weren't for your words...we would have been thrown into the incinerator."
Si Xian didn't care whether Feng Zhibei could understand what she said and continued, "... Originally, they wanted to destroy us directly, but Mr. Yan was the one who sent us here."
"He said he didn't have many friends and was worried the wedding wouldn't be lively, so he asked us to stay here first and then invite us to the wedding after he found his lover."
Feng Zhibei was stunned, and in a flash he figured out all the relationships.
He was a little shocked: "You said, he secretly arranged the wedding here?"
...How far has this guy thought about this?
"...Yes, but we don't know any more details."
The head of the silk thread rose up and slowly moved down Feng Zhibei's legs.
"We can't attend the wedding now. We could have been beautiful flower girls... but ever since that guy came, we can only hide underwater, and it gradually became like this..."
Feng Zhibei's face darkened slightly when he thought of those swollen bodies.
If Ji Ling had not intervened, this copy would not be what it is now.
These experimental subjects... shouldn't have become like this.
“So, originally this was supposed to be given to me.”
The silk thread trembled twice. "Yes... Mr. Yan has been preparing it for a long time. He used to come visit us often. He is a very good person."
Feng Zhibei stroked the silk thread and said, "Since you can't get through, then find a place to rest first. I can walk the rest of the way by myself."
The silk thread rubbed against his leg, and then slowly retreated down his calf.
"Well, I hope we can meet again next time..."
The white silk thread retreated from the ground back into the water little by little, making a crisp sound.
There was a gurgling sound behind me, as if someone was diving into the water.
After Feng Zhibei said goodbye to the silk thread, he took out the only two weapons around him and prepared to move forward.
A classic fruit knife and a lighter given by Yan Chuxue.
He originally thought that the lighter was a casual gift from the other party, but now thinking back, he didn't expect that it was actually prepared in advance.
"I really don't know how prepared you are..."
He murmured.
Could it be that even the guys on their wedding night are ready?
Feng Zhibei shook his head to clear his messy thoughts.
Now is not the time to think about that.
He checked the chip and continued walking forward.
The air in the dark room was a little humid, and water vapor condensed at the tip of his nose when he breathed, making him feel like sneezing.
There were some moss-like plants growing on the surrounding walls, with water droplets flowing down the tips of the leaves.
His clothes were also wet and stuck to his body, which was uncomfortable. He could only cut open the cuffs and joints of his clothes to give himself space to move.
The giant beast's breathing became heavier.
Feng Zhibei walked lightly and held the fruit knife tightly in his hand.
After turning a corner, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of me.
He subconsciously held his breath.
This is an empty flat land, surrounded by huge rocks. There is a crack on the top floor. Dim light shines in from the crack, illuminating the glittering impurities in the air.
A scent of flowers drifted in the wind.
This beam of light looked more like moonlight than sunlight, and the soft and quiet light finally hit the lid of a transparent coffin.
The bottom of the coffin was covered with roses of various colors, swaying in the breeze.
The pale-faced, black-haired man lay peacefully in the coffin with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, surrounded by roses.
His body lit up with a faint blue light as he breathed.
Feng Zhibei's pupils shrank slightly.
The man's familiar face made him unable to help but move forward. He stopped just as he was about to touch him.
"Bury the chip in the heart."
Feng Zhibei thought of what Sixian said. He looked at Yan Chuxue lying in the coffin, and his expression, which had not fluctuated for a long time, finally showed a crack.
Whose heart should the chip be buried in? The answer is self-evident.
Feng Zhibei put down the fruit knife in his hand and slowly approached the coffin step by step.
The man's outline gradually became clear.
Pale and thin, completely different from the Yan Chuxue he knew. He looked particularly fragile now. If it weren't for the loud breathing sound, Feng Zhibei would have thought he was dead.
There is a line of small words engraved on the bottom of the coffin.
"Nutrient 0000, total supply connection."
Feng Zhibei stood beside the coffin and thought for a long time.
He knew very well what to do with the nutrients, but emotionally, it was not so easy for him to do it.
Even though there was only an emotionless container in the coffin, it was still connected to Yan Chuxue's body. He didn't know what the result would be if the chip was fused.
This is a gamble. If he wins, everyone is happy. If he loses... he will lose everything he loves in this world.
After a long stalemate, Feng Zhibei simply opened the coffin lid, stepped over the rose bushes, sat next to Yan Chuxue, and held her hand.
The familiar cool touch and skin that was so smooth it didn't look human.
…No, they weren't human.
Feng Zhibei sat here for a few minutes and suddenly remembered something.
Although he slept through the entire meeting on how to deal with the experimental subjects, when the final decision was made, Yan Chuxue came to ask him what he thought.
Feng Zhibei’s answer at that time was, use your eyes to see.
"...Just kidding. I was once a test subject. Even though I can stand in the lab with you now, in the eyes of others, I am still a test subject that can be treated casually. What do you think I would think?"
The clingy young Yan Chuxue took a long time to utter "sorry".
Later, Yan Chuxue took over the experimental subjects of the deep-sea project and placed them here.
Only then did Feng Zhibei understand what Sixian had said to him.
He stroked Yan Chuxue's cold cheek in the coffin and sighed softly.
"What were you thinking at that time..."
His nails had left several red marks on the palm of his hand. The warm light shone on him and Yan Chuxue, and he suddenly felt as if he had returned to the real human world.
"...I have to do this to end this quickly...I'm sorry."
Feng Zhibei lowered his eyes, his dark pupils filled with determination.
As if anticipating what was going to happen next, Yan Chuxue's originally steady breathing gradually became heavy.
Feng Zhibei leaned down, put one hand around the back of his neck, and kissed him.
The subtle sounds of physical contact and the ambiguous sounds of fluid exchange masked the sound of skin being cut.
Blue liquid flowed down from the white chest.
Feng Zhibei kissed her seriously, but his eyes inevitably moved downwards.
His hands were shaking violently, but he didn't stop and resolutely pushed the assembled chip into the other person's body.
Yan Chuxue's eyelids trembled slightly, and she opened a crack. Her red eyes were a little dazed, but they finally focused on Feng Zhibei.
His body began to melt from his limbs, turning into a translucent jelly-like solid, and finally into a pool of flowing liquid.
The light blue liquid filled the entire coffin, soaking Feng Zhibei's legs and waist.
Feng Zhibei withdrew his trembling hand and watched the chip sink to the bottom of the coffin.
"bite--"
A strange sound came from the bottom of the coffin, and even the liquid that Yan Chuxue had turned into was disturbed, creating ripples.
"Game error, game error, monitor detected error code, initialization failed——"
"Unable to repair the error code, now starting formatting——"
As the prompt sounded, the entire space began to distort, three-dimensional and two-dimensional images appeared alternately, and red and blue mosaics flashed continuously.
"Game error, game error."
"Game News—"
The prompt sound stopped abruptly, and then the entire darkroom scene collapsed.
At this moment, all players heard a special prompt sound.
"Ding! The new developers of the wilderness sincerely invite all players to enjoy the first moon of the wilderness!"
What new developer?
What moon?
Where is the moon in the wilderness?
The players looked up at the sky in confusion.
An absurdly large, bright full moon rose from the horizon and moved little by little to the center of the sky.
The alienated NPC screamed, and a burst of black mist sprayed out from his body.
The moonlight spread throughout the entire copy, illuminating the dark corners.
Feng Zhibei opened his eyes and faced the mistletoe covered in soft moonlight.
He stroked the lighter in his hand.
"The game isn't over yet...wait for me."
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After kissing for two chapters in a row, Xiaoxue let out a sound of pleasure in her sleep.
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