Chapter 20

After experiencing another violent detachment of consciousness, Jiang Zhulang stood up from the bed with a dull expression and lay down again. He tried his best to close his eyes, his mind full of random thoughts.

How could it be such a coincidence that a cannon fodder who was still alive killed Roshia?

As the second male lead, isn't this way of dying too hasty?

When did the cannon fodder fall there?

Because his death was so hasty and dramatic, Jiang Zhulang didn't even have time to grieve. All his thoughts came to him in one thought:

This time, the replay must be successful. Otherwise, wouldn't all the efforts he made to change the plot of Roshia's death be in vain?

When the Oran village was massacred, he discovered that if he fell asleep within a short period of time after his death, he could go back to the previous chapter in his dreams without having to update the comics.

So, Jiang Zhulang forced himself to fall into a deep sleep...

Sleeping...

I lay in bed for half an hour, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, I felt more and more energetic.

It seems we have to use the old method - forcing him to drink.

Reluctantly, he took his phone and went out, bought a bottle of white wine from the convenience store, and after thinking about it, Jiang Zhulang decided to buy two bottles.

——What if one bottle isn’t strong enough?

The bottle cap was unscrewed, and the unique spicy smell of white wine spread. Jiang Zhulang pinched his nose and tilted his head back to drink it. His skin turned red from the smell, and his esophagus and stomach felt burning.

The strong effects of the alcohol quickly hit his head, and waves of fatigue and dizziness emerged from the depths of his soul. Jiang Zhulang steadied his slightly trembling hands and drank the second bottle of wine.

“Bang—”

His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Before Jiang Zhulang lost consciousness, his last thought was:

Damn, there seems to be some liquid left in the bottle. I wonder if it will wet my wooden floor.

Will the floor be damaged if I soak it for a few hours?

"yu..."

His consciousness floated in the air, everything was spinning, and Jiang Zhulang tried to hold back the gulp that was about to come out of his mouth.

No, you can't vomit, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Haha, go to hell!"

When Jiang Zhulang regained consciousness, he found himself back in the melee. He instinctively slapped the attacker away and sent a blade of Dao Qi through his chest. He looked back and saw that Luo Xiya was standing there unharmed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, we successfully rescued him.

Having learned from the last lesson, Jiang Zhulang gave up his cool behavior and killed the group of men in black quickly and efficiently. At the moment the leader took out the smoke bomb, he snapped his fingers and trapped him in the air.

Damn it, this habit has become ingrained in his bones...

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, Jiang Zhulang held his breath and concentrated, firing dozens of air blades in succession, finishing off the attackers one by one, not letting go of any suspicious risks.

Among them, the cannon fodder who killed Roshia last week had his entire body pierced like a sieve. There is no doubt that this was done with some personal feelings.

Luo Xia, who had no idea that he had died once in a parallel universe, was looking through the corpse, while Jiang Zhulang was communicating with the system that served as a pendant in his mind.

"System, does it mean that every time I encounter an accident, I can only commit suicide and go back to the previous game?"

This method is fine if it happens once or twice, but if it happens too often, it will only make him look stupid. What if he gets confused one day and stabs himself in the neck, chest, or stomach in real life...

This should be on social news.

What if the media wants to find out why he is so depressed and cracks the password of his social media account?

Jiang Zhulang could already think of the headline for the news:

"A man named Jiang suffered from depression due to online violence and eventually committed suicide"

"Shock! The author of the new comic book is actually a commissioned author with a sky-high salary of 500,000!"

Jiang Zhulang: ...

Just imagining that scene makes me so embarrassed that I can almost dig a castle out of it with my toes.

It would be fine if we couldn't rescue him in time, but if we were lucky enough to rescue him...

No no no, this is horrible.

Jiang Zhulang shuddered all over, trying to dispel the sudden thought of social death.

The system replied: "If the host wants, there may be a simpler way."

Jiang Zhulang: "? What do you mean if I want to? Of course I want to. I don't believe you don't know the way."

"Didi... the system does not have the authority to inform you."

This guy is very suspicious.

Every time I ask something, they say I don’t have the permission. So who gave me this permission?

What's more, "Don't you want me to fulfill my duty to save the world? If you don't give me any benefits, why do you think I will help?"

The system was silent for a long time, and then replied: "The host can concentrate on trying it on his own."

Tsk, it seems there is nothing to ask.

But, "focus"? That's a very subtle word.

Suddenly, he thought of something and smiled. He thought, he already knew the method.

Roshia was a little frustrated that he couldn't find any clues about the person behind this.

"How did they know that I developed Microstar? And its efficacy... I clearly never publicized it."

Yeah, I wonder that too.

Jiang Zhulang recalled the original plot: After Roshia developed the microstar, he failed in the experiment on himself and was discovered by some idle hooligans in Oran Village while in coma.

Driven by curiosity, he broke into the laboratory while Roshia was buying groceries, and accidentally activated his blood vessels, spreading them everywhere. His high-profile words and deeds attracted the attention of the villain, which brought disaster to Roshia.

But after Jiang Zhulang went to Oran, he kept the contents of the experiment strictly confidential and sent away anyone who wanted to get close to the laboratory, so there was no risk of leakage at all.

Then this...?

He remembered that in the villain's team, there was a little cannon fodder whose blood talent was... shapeshifting? He could transform into a moth to gather all kinds of intelligence.

But he only wrote this setting in a folder, and couldn't find a place to insert him into the plot when designing the outline, so he was not suspected at the first time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhulang asked: "During your experiment, were there any insects around? For example, moths?"

Luo Xiya groaned: "Maybe? You know, at this time, I can't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. In fact, if you didn't remind me, Lan Nuo, I wouldn't even remember to eat."

"Oh, by the way, after the successful development of the micro-star, I did see moths. Because they appeared during the day, I had a deeper impression of them. Lan Nuo, why are you asking this? Could it be...?"

Jiang Zhulang nodded: "I suspect that a warlock with the talent for shapeshifting saw the microstar."

But this brings up another problem:

Without the gangsters, how would the villain notice a lonely loner in a remote mountain village? Could it be that he was so idle that he sent his men to spy on him from afar?

This kind of superstitious behavior is unacceptable.

He couldn't figure it out, so he decided not to think about it. He would know the answer when the time came.

There is something more urgent right now, which is——

“Ah ...

The shop owner who rushed over after hearing the loud noise let out a sharp scream as he looked at the mess in the yard.

Seeing the old lady almost fainting, Jiang Zhulang said quickly, "Don't worry, I will pay double the price for the damaged items."

The shop owner's expression softened a little. "Double? Do you know how much money and time it takes to renovate a house? Before it's finished, this yard can't be rented out! Who will bear the loss in the meantime?!"

Jiang Zhulang didn't want to get entangled with her, "Three times, don't be too greedy."

The shop owner paused and nodded: "Okay, three times as much is three times as much."

After paying a large sum of gold coins, Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia packed up and left.

"Lan Nuo, she is clearly blackmailing me, why are you…"

He gave out such a large sum of money without blinking an eye. Even if he had money, he couldn't be so extravagant.

Jiang Zhulang smiled nonchalantly: "This little money is not even as valuable as my cufflinks. Instead of getting entangled with her, it is better to just give her the money. Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Luoshia Starry Eyes: What kind of rich man’s speech is this!

Jiang Zhulang: No, he only dares to act cool in the comic book world. In reality, he would like to split a dollar into two.

"I've wanted to ask you before, Lan Nuo, are you a member of a hidden family or the son of a wealthy businessman?"

Ever since I met Lan Nuo, he always seemed to spend money without blinking an eye?

He could rent a top-of-the-line carriage whenever he wanted, and his food, clothing, and accommodation were all exquisitely prepared. He also had an extraordinary demeanor, like the weariness of having all his material desires easily satisfied. It was as if he wouldn't even blink an eye if a priceless crystal gem was smashed in front of him.

Jiang Zhulang: "No, I'm just an ordinary businessman, well, the kind who inherited a large fortune."

He felt helpless, and he didn't know why his eldest son had such a filter for him. He was unmoved by the money because in his eyes, the money was just like game coins.

Who cares how much play money there is?