Chapter 10: Father and Son
[“What song is this?”
"This instance shouldn't have a dream-within-a-dream setting, right? Why did it become like this after 207?"
"Come to think of it, why is Mr. Mo silent?"
"He must be too anxious. Any bullet screen related to game spoilers cannot appear. Even if Mo Yangbing wants to say something, he can only say a bunch of useless nonsense."】
…
The keys hit a wrong note, and then everything collapsed, with the aftertaste of the collapse trembling and gradually fading away.
The blessing was like seeing a butterfly with broken wings, struggling to fly but being chased by flames and burning its wings.
Ashes from the burning flames fell on the people in the middle of the flowerbed.
A young man with a middle-parted hairstyle and earrings, and a girl in black clothes.
Their bodies shrank to the size of children.
The boy sitting in the middle giving orders raised the nail in his hand.
"Look from another angle..."
Zhuci heard a light child's voice with a strange malice, and there was no one around him.
He was silent for a moment, then shifted his pace slightly.
The children with their backs to him in the flowerbed could already see his face, but where his facial features should have been was blank.
Only his teammates who had accidentally gotten in the way still had their facial features showing fear, but at this time, being awake was another kind of torture.
The boy held the nail in his hand, grinning with an ugly face, and the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.
What followed was undoubtedly a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Zhu Ci didn't believe that these old people would die so easily. After all, even Xu An had something that could save his life in his hands. Maybe they would realize that this was just a dream.
The first night of the game shouldn't be so deadly, otherwise it would be difficult to continue playing for the next five days.
In addition to this flower bed, the building also has a house in the distance and flowers near the flower bed.
Mo Anan must be hidden deep in a dream, he has to seize the time.
"Gudong, gudong..."
"Ding Dong..."
The strange, bone-numbing knocking sounds and the gradually dull screams intertwined together and echoed from behind Zhu Ci.
The boy quickened his pace. His furrowed brows and the strange smile on the left side of his cheek made him look overly indifferent to human life.
Mo Anan is just a high school student, and her mental strength is not enough to support a too complicated dream, which is why Zhu Ci bypassed the center of the scene without being discovered.
However, the closer he got to the church, the more terrified Zhuci felt.
He hesitated for a moment. The voice in his mind that reminded him to change his angle might not be his hallucination, but...
Zhu Ci stood at the window of the room and looked inside.
He knew Mo Anan's position at a glance.
She lay quietly on the bed, surrounded by countless thorns. The sharp thorns pierced into her skin, or rather, grew out of her skin and absorbed her blood and spirit.
This simple network controls the entire dream scene, giving these lurking monsters a chance to come out.
There is a piano in the middle of the room, but the person playing the piano is nowhere to be found.
There is no second choice for the speech.
He could only go in.
Even when he found that it was so quiet inside, like an empty city, he wanted to go in even more.
Zhu Ci went straight to the door of the room. The moment he opened the door, he met the mirror opposite the door.
The mirror is very smooth and bright, allowing Zhu Ci to notice it at a glance.
The man in the mirror is exactly the same as in reality, except that he lacks... a face.
The face that could not reflect the facial features dulled all the liveliness and made the emotions and stories that originally belonged to this person become dull and unattractive.
The price of losing a face might be that it can be easily replaced. Zhu Ci thought of the facial NPCs in many games.
However, out of habit, his eyes kept searching around for clues.
There was a handwritten notice on the piano room. It was painted with crayons and decorated with deer and lambs, animals that children like to draw.
The notice reads: 1. The piano is public property, remember to take good care of it.
2. Children should get along well with each other and not fight.
3. Even if good friends have conflicts, they can apologize and reconcile with each other.
There were many music boxes and scattered paintbrushes placed near the notice. The walls were not clean and were made of ordinary lime.
Zhuci found it difficult to control his body until he was pressed on the piano.
The music score on the piano fluttered, as if it was fate's arrangement, foreshadowing his future as a puppet. Finally, the score stopped on one page.
"Unknown Funeral".
Through the black reflective glass cover, Zhu Ci saw his own facial features.
"After you finish this piece, I will let you go."
Zhu Ci knew that as long as he turned his head, he would be able to see his own face. He could even say that he could see his own face, which was now as smooth as a mannequin, through the eyes that should have belonged to him.
See yourself through your own eyes.
My first thought during the speech was, "Oh, that's great! If you like to cry, this face would be great for you."
【“Pfft…wait, what did the anchor say?”
"Did he really say it?"
"Hahahaha, no, I was quite nervous just now. How could the anchor be so calm after having her face taken away?"
"The anchor made me feel that he was not a normal person."
"I don't want to cry, so I don't care about my face, right?"
"If you don't want it, you can give it to me."】
The keys became exceptionally sharp under his fingertips. Whenever he pressed them, his blood would flow freely on the piano. Perhaps the keys would not produce any musical sounds, but bloody wails and screams.
Zhu Ci's ten fingers were suspended above the keys, and there was not a single wound on her smooth and beautiful skin.
His voice finally changed a little: "You want to hurt my hand?"
This voice was deeper than before, and contained a hint of threat, as if the boy was finally enraged by the goblin's audacious behavior.
[“Who understands? The anchor is scarier than the monster.”
"Hahaha, after taking away the host's face, this ghost looks so easy to bully. On the contrary, the host, tsk tsk tsk, is he really a normal person in reality?"]
…
"What do you want to do?"
Under the threat of the speech, the little devil actually gave in subconsciously. After he came to his senses, he became angry and embarrassed.
Bright red blood oozes out from between the pianos. A strong pressure presses down Zhuci's hand, trying to force him to press it down.
Zhuci sat very straight, and he seemed not to like doing anything unnecessary before his outburst.
“Bang!”
Zhuci kicked the piano, vibrating some part of its structure, causing a dull sound, like a resting syllable, or perhaps a hidden beginning.
"That's enough." He said coldly.
[“Fuck, the anchor is willing to sacrifice his life for his own hand.”
"Openly confronting NPCs."
"Ahhh, wait, friends! Did you notice? The anchor kicked off his shoe just now!"
"Upstairs, you are right. Although the anchor's voice is cold, his feet are very white and pink."
"Hahahaha, why is this suddenly so funny!"
"Got it. Next time I enter a dungeon, I will check carefully. Don't wear slippers."
"I am dying of laughter. No, I want to get a villa to tell the anchor that wearing slippers in the dungeon can save your life!"]
…
Although he kicked the piano, Zhu Ci knew that he could not compete with a ghost.
Taking advantage of the blessing just now, he suddenly turned around and ran towards Mo Anan.
He quickly searched the mall for a dagger that could cut through the thorns.
The points were enough, the dagger turned between his pale fingers and quickly chopped on the thorns in front of Mo Anan's bed.
However, the dagger was not enough to drive away all the thorns.
The boy was pressed to the ground by a strong force, and his only raised hand was scratched by thorns.
Blood flowed down the white wrist bone, and the broken hair mixed with sweat stuck to his forehead, making him look even more miserable.
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[“Is it going to be gone?”
"What a shame! I've never seen a host wearing so much and still looking so shy!"
“Ahhh, no.”】
…
A chilling murderous intent lingered behind him. Perhaps the piano was to this ghost what fingers were to a speech.
Destroying a piano is enough to qualify as death.
Zhu Ci was weak and was about to be dragged into the endless darkness.
At the critical moment, Zhuci suddenly opened his mouth and hummed a tune.
It was the same tune they had heard when they first came in, the one that had been interrupted by the boy in the middle of the flowerbed.
This tune seemed to have some kind of magic. Zhu Ci felt the murderous intent behind him had subsided, so he slowly sat up and withdrew his hand.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he was very exhausted just now.
Just when he slowed down, the light in front of his eyes dimmed and a strange face appeared only a few centimeters away from him.
It was the face of a young child, but the eyes were nailed shut, with red bloodstains extending all the way to the jaw.
Zhu Ci knew without even looking that his face should be back.
"Why did you destroy the piano?" the other party asked him coldly.
Zhu Ci sneered: "Putting a blade on the piano, is this still the original piano?"
The boy grinned and raised his hand.
His fingers were covered with cuts from the blade, as if they were caused by playing with the blade day after day.
"Can't I play the piano if I have a razor blade?"
Zhu Ci remained calm, even though tears began to flow from his right eye again.
"Yes, if you have a blade, tell your good friend and I will help you fix it," he said.
Just now he guessed that the boy liked the piano and liked music even more. He had never heard that song before and thought it was the boy's own unique tune. If he could hum it, it would be normal for the boy to go easy on him because there was no one else here who could appreciate his music.