Chapter 71 Dwarf Hut (End)
Feng Zhibei's feet rolled over the withered grass roots.
He found a relatively flat open space and stood there alone, looking around.
It was dark, and thick fog enveloped the surroundings, making visibility very low, with only a hazy outline visible.
Rows of buildings appear and disappear.
He turned and looked behind him.
The half-collapsed villa, the smoky black burn marks on the walls, and the deserted garden at the foot were all shrouded by a blood moon in the sky.
This is No. B-0099, Garden Street.
Feng Zhibei was actually a little surprised. He originally thought that the second floor of the dwarf's hut would lead to the second floor of Yan Chuxue's villa, but he didn't expect it to bring him here.
He walked out on the debris of the building, and the familiar damp air made him sniff.
"It's been a long time since I last came here."
Garden Street is the area where wilderness workers live. Nighttime is usually their active time, but now the streets are completely silent, without any movement at all.
This is normal. After all, the boss is about to be replaced, and the replacement is someone he has scolded before. Those who have a sense of crisis have already run away, and the rest are hiding at home and dare not say a word.
After Feng Zhibei checked everything on his body, he walked towards the end of the road.
The game is not over yet. To end everything, we must find Ji Ling.
Ji Ling could only be in one place now.
Occasionally, there were splashes of red and blue liquid on both sides of the street, and the remains of some creatures were scattered on the ground.
It seems that things are not peaceful here, but no matter how fierce the fight was before, after Feng Zhibei appeared, they huddled in the corner, trying their best to make themselves look less conspicuous.
Feng Zhibei glanced at the fence of a villa. On the top of the metal fence hung a creature whose original form could not be seen clearly.
After making eye contact with him, the creature trembled violently, stretched out several arms, tore itself off the fence, and fled in panic.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhibei couldn't help but touch his face.
...Am I that scary?
He shook his head, without pausing for too long, and continued to move towards the end of the road.
After entering the game, he had not explored Garden Street, but he remembered that the all-white building was located at the innermost end of Garden Street.
The misty white fog hides everything, including this laboratory building.
Feng Zhibei opened the game panel as he walked.
Although the copy and backpack are completely frozen, he is still in the game copy.
However, this game copy is not a copy of the dwarf hut.
"The game itself is a giant dungeon... huh?"
After he whispered these words, the temperature around him suddenly dropped, and the cold red moonlight became even stronger.
This item was not included in the original wilderness design, but was added after Ji Ling took over.
It is not an easy task to insert a large-scale copy into a game, and he paid a price for it, being restricted by the game copy.
No one can pass through this huge copy, and no one can successfully log out of it.
In front of us, the pointed corner of a building appeared.
The laboratory building is just ahead.
Feng Zhibei gathered her hair behind her and tied it with the hairband she had taken from the bedroom in the dwarf's hut.
The fog suddenly became thicker, as if trying to block his progress, but at this point, all obstacles could only delay him a little.
He waved his hand to clear away the fog in front of his eyes.
A white building appeared before his eyes, its door open, and splashes of liquid and debris of various colors scattered at the door.
The surroundings were quiet, with no sign of any people or other living creatures.
Feng Zhibei walked straight into the door.
An inexplicable smell came out, it smelled like barbecue.
Soon, he knew where the smell came from.
In a laboratory not far from the door, a faint blue flame was burning.
Feng Zhibei squinted his eyes and looked at the small words on the doorplate.
【Happiness University-Beta】
The flames wrapped around something, burning with a sizzling sound.
It took him a few seconds to recognize that they were a few ferocious non-human debuggers.
Their bodies were burned beyond recognition, with oil dripping onto the ground, like whole roasted suckling pigs.
"See? Your good teacher burned all the copies of the beta version."
A hoarse voice came from behind me.
Feng Zhibei turned around and saw a blank space behind him, with no one there.
The voice chuckled.
"Come and look for me? If you find me, the wilderness will be yours."
Feng Zhibei also laughed.
"Did you lack love as a child? You're playing hide-and-seek here."
There was an obvious sound of heavy breathing coming from somewhere, and it sounded like the person was annoyed by his words.
Feng Zhibei ignored Ji Ling, took one last look at the burning laboratory, and continued forward.
The layout of the entire building was basically the same as he remembered, except that there was a small metal doorplate on each door with the name of the copy written on it. The laboratory behind the door should be the backstage of each copy.
Now, almost all the laboratories have their doors open, and are empty inside, leaving only huge screens and empty transparent coffins.
The closed laboratory emitted a faint smell of blood.
A light red liquid was flowing out from the gap under the door.
At the end of the corridor is a huge laboratory. Feng Zhibei remembers this place.
This is where Ji Ling was born.
He stopped in front of the door and touched the door handle.
With a creak, the door was opened.
When Feng Zhibei saw the scene inside the door, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The huge container that was originally used to culture the embryo was no longer filled with liquid. A person was twisted and crammed into the narrow space, with his limbs bent at angles that were unbearable for a human.
He walked forward quickly, his hands couldn't help but touch the glass wall.
Inside is Yan Beiming.
His eyes were tightly closed, and dark red blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, covering the lower half of his face.
Feng Zhibei's face darkened.
"You killed him."
"Yes, so what? He's no longer Yan Beiming. Now he's just B-367, an NPC in the dungeon... We can have as many as we want, and even if he's killed, we can copy him."
Ji Ling's voice sounded again from above, this time with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Guess where Yan Chuxue is now?"
Feng Zhibei clenched his hands into fists.
"Play a game with me one last time."
The voice said softly.
Feng Zhibei snorted coldly, withdrew his hand from the glass wall, and without looking at Yan Beiming again, left the laboratory and returned to the corridor.
Just like Ji Ling said, Yan Beiming is not so easy to die and can be resurrected at any time in this game world.
He just turned his gaze toward the corridor when he paused.
In the blink of an eye, the corridor changed.
All the doors were gone, leaving only a long one-way passage with no end in sight and no one knowing where it led to.
There are many paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, but the pictures are all white and the specific content cannot be seen clearly.
Feng Zhibei frowned and walked forward. Just as he took a step, changes appeared on the painting closest to him.
The sound of a girl crying could be heard from the painting.
"Xiaozhi, help me, I'm trapped here..."
A bulge was pushed out of the canvas, which looked like a human face.
Feng Zhibei stopped and looked at the face.
The face looks very much like Min Zhichun.
"Xiao Zhi, stop it. I don't want to do this anymore. If you kill Ji Ling, everyone will die..."
She looked very painful, with a somewhat ferocious expression.
Feng Zhibei's eyes trembled twice, and he raised his hand to touch the canvas.
It was wet and had a very delicate touch, like the fabric that He Xinmei had used to sew He Yutong.
The human face didn't expect him to take direct action, and his expression was blank for a moment.
"You are not Min Zhichun."
Feng Zhibei put his hand down and shook his head.
Ignoring the screams of the human face, he pushed his fingers into the canvas bit by bit, tearing the entire painting into pieces.
Liquid is leaking from the missing part of the canvas.
The hallway light flickered twice and then suddenly went out.
The whole environment became dim and filled with an ominous atmosphere.
Feng Zhibei looked up at the painting in front of him.
A human face bulged from the canvas of each painting, its mouth open and howling.
He walked forward step by step, his face distorted as if he was struggling to break free from the frame.
"Help us... Help us..."
The faces on the paintings were very familiar; almost everyone he had met was depicted there.
Feng Zhibei had an expressionless face as he walked through rows of faces. The lights behind him kept going out, leaving only darkness.
A huge painting suddenly appeared on his left, and he looked up.
This painting is different from other paintings because you can clearly see what is on the canvas.
The painting shows an old hut with a black-haired man holding a microphone with his back to the picture.
Next to him was a small notebook.
Feng Zhibei suddenly realized something and quickly walked towards the painting.
The moment he moved forward, the content on the canvas changed.
The man's body was cut into pieces by an invisible blade, like cutting a lemon. The fragments of his limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood that flowed out was red at first, and then slowly turned light blue.
The man's head rolled to the edge of the canvas, facing Feng Zhibei.
The pupils in the red eyes were dilated.
Feng Zhibei watched this scene quietly and gritted his teeth.
"You asked me to take this road just to show me this?"
He spoke towards the end of the corridor.
Ji Ling's laughter came from all directions.
Feng Zhibei suppressed the anger in his eyes and quickened his pace forward.
But soon, he stopped.
A face like Min Zhichun appeared at hand again, crying at him.
This corridor is a loop.
Feng Zhibei closed his eyes.
He probably knew where to break the deadlock.
Ji Ling made no secret of his ill intentions towards him. If he wanted to get out, he must have done something to the huge painting.
The scene in that painting was of Yan Chuxue being dismembered as a Master.
"You are really disgusting."
Feng Zhibei sneered.
He kept moving forward, and the huge painting reappeared before his eyes.
But this time, the picture is different.
Yan Chuxue turned her face outside the screen and smiled at him.
Then, his whole body began to split apart from the head, and his internal organs fell to the ground with a clatter.
The skin on his chest was peeled off, revealing a missing rib.
Feng Zhibei stood in front of the painting, thought for a few seconds, and then reached into the canvas.
The canvas ripples like the surface of water, and it feels pleasant and warm, like the water in a pond after being illuminated by the afternoon sun.
Yan Chuxue's face, split in two, smiled at him again.
Feng Zhibei's hands quickly and accurately fished out Yan Chuxue's internal organs in the picture.
Yan Chuxue's expression in the frame was frozen.
Ji Ling seemed to take a breath of cold air as well, but he stopped breathing halfway through, probably because he remembered that Feng Zhibei was still there.
"Oh my god... What the hell is this thing? It's fine if you're just struggling to survive, but why did you create something so mentally polluting?"
Feng Zhibei said this, but his expression didn't change at all. He fished out a pile of dripping internal organs from the picture and put his face close to it to sniff it.
It doesn't have the stinky or fishy smell as you might imagine, but it is fragrant and exudes an attractive scent.
"You always use my dear teacher as the core of your game. Don't you think I don't know?"
He swallowed the blue entrails into his mouth.
Ji Ling gasped again, this time with such real force that it startled the faces in the other frames.
Of course, the scariest person was not him, but Feng Zhibei in the corridor.
The red-haired young man put the extremely strange organ in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it with a roll of his throat.
His tongue touched his cheek.
Sweet, like pudding.
Yan Chuxue's expression on the canvas remained frozen. As her internal organs were completely swallowed into her stomach, the frame began to creak, as if an invisible pressure was squeezing it.
Finally, the nails of the frame were pushed down, and a faint blue flame emerged from nowhere, enveloping the entire canvas.
For a moment, the corridor was filled with screams.
All the paintings were surrounded by flames, and the crackling sound filled the ears again.
Feng Zhibei stood in the flames and wiped his mouth gracefully.
His chin was covered in blue liquid, which was particularly impactful when paired with his red hair.
"Now, are you going to keep hiding from me?"
He turned his head and looked at the huge painting.
The surrounding space flickered twice, as if it could no longer hold on.
With a flash of white light, the entire environment suddenly changed.
When Feng Zhibei opened his eyes again, he was standing on the edge of a cliff.
It’s actually not quite accurate to describe it as a cliff. Feng Zhibei took a few steps back and only remembered where this place was after seeing the sign next to it.
This was the place where he and Yan Chuxue had come before to deal with injured experimental subjects.
Below was murky black water, and something was swirling in the water.
Feng Zhibei looked at a group of eyeballs in the water that looked like spider compound eyes.
"If I go through one more cycle, will I fall in?"
He subconsciously touched his chin, but got his hand covered in something sticky.
Ji Ling squatted on a platform below and looked up at Feng Zhibei.
The expression on his face was hard to describe, it looked like anger and confusion.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhibei simply squatted down and looked at Ji Ling with his head tilted.
"Are you trying to ask me why I found a way out of the loop so quickly?"
Ji Ling's face showed an expression of being exposed.
Feng Zhibei found it very interesting and couldn't help laughing.
"I won't tell you."
Ji Ling stood up quickly, the anger on his face becoming more obvious.
He scratched his face nervously, leaving red marks on his skin.
"Why? Why was I born to be your stepping stone? Why do you not have to do anything and still have them follow you around..."
He kept mumbling to himself, and the skin on his face was scratched and peeling off.
Feng Zhibei looked at him quietly until the other person's entire face was scratched beyond recognition.
"You know, we're always trying to find a balance."
He suddenly spoke.
Ji Ling paused.
"No one is born to be a tool. You don't want to, and neither do I."
Feng Zhibei stood up and took half a step forward.
Ji Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and he subconsciously took a step back when he saw him moving forward.
Feng Zhibei looked coldly at Ji Ling below, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"We've done so much to free you and me from our predetermined fate. For so many years, you've been sucking players from the human world and letting them die in the game. Do you really think you're innocent? Do you really think you're more pitiful than them?"
Feng Zhibei suddenly sighed.
"If only you were truly unhappy with your fate..."
Ji Ling's breathing quickened, he retreated and murmured: "No..."
He clearly heard it at that time. Everyone was talking about Feng Zhibei, calling him the perfect experimental subject. Even Yan Beiming turned his attention to him.
Why is it that Feng Zhibei, who is also an experimental subject, can move freely to various places, live in the human world, and be loved by... his creator?
Even Jin Yu, who was once in his own camp, defected to the opposing camp.
Ji Ling was breathing heavily and shaking his head frantically.
"No, that's not it. I didn't. I wasn't..."
Ji Ling's body gradually began to melt, and the turbid liquid flowed all over the ground, flowing along the small platform into the black river below.
Feng Zhibei stood above, watching all this quietly.
The reminder sound that had been silent for a long time suddenly sounded.
[Ding! Congratulations on finding the absolute truth! ]
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