Chapter 11: Father and Son I Help You Fight Back

"Good friend?" Bloody cracks appeared on the boy's face.

"Yes, an abnormal piano should not be played. I am doing this for your own good. Besides, there are bad guys outside who bully other children. How about we play a prank together?" Zhu Ci reached out and carefully touched the boy's hand.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the bruised hands. His long eyelashes trembled and the constant tears seemed to conceal how heartbroken he was.

[“Apart from anything else, it’s clear that the host is actually quite scared.”

"He actually survived. Tsk tsk tsk."

"This is the longest speech I've ever heard from a host. I don't know what he's going to do."

"Why is the first day so thrilling? What will we do next?"

…

The ghost in front of him opened his mouth: "Okay, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Ci's gaze fell on Mo Anan who was standing beside him.

"She would have woken up anyway. As the source of the dream, isn't it good for her to let the bully feel that he has done something wrong?"

The little ghost's weird eyes narrowed.

Zhu Ci said: "I'll be here, no need to wake her up."

Dreams can be disturbed by the external environment.

What's more, Mo Anan's current situation is that someone has exploited her dream, and in this game, the reason her dream was exploited is because she told a story to the giant baby.

The protagonist of the story has always been this young master. Her dream is now open to the outside world. As long as Zhu Ci tells another story, perhaps this dream can be reversed.

His eyes fell on Mo Anan's ears.

As he expected, her ears had been blocked by thorns, and only sleep could control her dreams.

Without the ghost's obstruction, Zhu Ci stretched out the dagger in his hand and slowly cut open the thorns beside her ear.

He spoke slowly: "Xiao Ming is a bad boy. He gathered a group of bad guys to bully other children in the garden. He thought this was a reward from his father, giving him the ability to do whatever he wanted. However, this was not the case. When he once again wielded the nails and did what he liked, he suddenly discovered..."

"His hands were pierced with thorns, his eyes were nailed with nails, his mouth was sewn shut, his head was rolled in a frying pan, and his screams were recorded in a music box and placed on the piano as a souvenir."

"The people who originally followed him drove him away, and my father said, this is your reward, there is no reason."

He added at the end of his speech: "I hate disobedient children."

…

【“…Ah, this anchor is so cruel. I like it.”

"Wait, how can he tell a story like this so calmly?"

"Ahhh, who is Xiao Ming? Luckily, my name doesn't have that character."

"Wait, the anchor is talking about this ghost and the things outside. The pierced hands, the nailed eyes, the stitched mouth, the oil pan, the piano, etc. He is trying to please this ghost."

"I can't say it's flattering. I'm surprised when a host can flatter people."】

The boy had a calm expression after telling this story, blending in perfectly with this piano room and the strange-looking kid next to him.

He gently stroked the child's hand and even spent some points to buy a bottle of healing potion in the mall, which he sprinkled on the child without any regret.

Potion Notes: For ghosts.

Can the scars of the soul be healed?

Zhuci looked at the child, and the child stared at him, and the two seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

A golden sentence crossed the screen:

【Mo Yangbing: What did you do to my sister!!!】

[“Hahaha, he didn’t do anything. He just told your sister ghost stories.”

"You used it while saving people, right?"

"There seems to be no difference between the nature of the anchor and the nature of the ghost."】

And outside.

The boy, surrounded by a group of people wearing smiley masks, raised the nail in his hand high. He was pulling the bloody head of a player in his hand.

The excitement in his eyes reached its peak. Such a one-sided abuse should be accompanied by screams and wails.

Simply...perfect!

With a push in his hand, the nail was about to pierce the player's only remaining right eye.

The player's pupils shrank along with the needle tip, leaving only a terrified symbol. Pain, fear of darkness, and the warning from his cerebral cortex made him unable to scream.

"ah!"

A loud scream was heard.

"Pu Tong!"

The boy suddenly let go of the player and suddenly fell to the ground.

Warm blood flowed from his right eye, and surprisingly it was not black. The nail was very long and pierced his skull directly, but the boy did not die.

He shouted angrily and reached out to pull out the nail, but his hand was pricked by a thorn that suddenly appeared.

"What's going on! Someone come!"

The smiling masks around him came up, took out needles and thread, pinched his mouth to seal it, and then...

A "gurgling" sound was heard, and in the boiling oil pot, a fresh head suddenly appeared.

The blood dyed the cauldron again.

The players on the side looked at this in amazement.

Although their bodies were broken and their eyes were stabbed, they could still see because it was a dream and they deeply felt how ridiculous this scene was.

The original perpetrator eventually turned his evil deeds on himself. His head and body were separated, his anger and roars were suppressed by his followers, and his limbs were shaking randomly.

…

Even though Zhu Ci couldn't see what was happening outside, he knew that this scene must be very much to the boy's liking.

He narrowed his eyes, tears of blood began to flow again, and his teeth were chattering with excitement.

"I like you a little bit." He said in a low voice.

Zhu Ci looked at Mo Anan quietly.

The ending of this story is that the young master was punished. Previously, Mo Anan stopped the story at the point where the young master was to be rewarded by his father, but did not say to what extent the reward would be, so this dream was used endlessly. Now the ending of the story added by Zhuci is about to be completed. Mo Anan should also wake up.

"As a token of my gratitude. This is for you, my good friend."

The boy's voice became strange, perhaps he revealed his true self when he was extremely excited.

How could a boy in a horror game, who has been dead for who knows how many years, still have the appearance and personality of a child?

Zhu Ci watched him gradually become transparent, the walls of the piano room flew away as if burned to ashes, and everything around him collapsed.

The boy finally gave him a golden badge and a note.

Zhu Ci took a look at the golden badge.

The badge was similar to the one he had gotten from the wax monster before, but the name on it was different.

Li Xiaocheng, boy, 8 years old.

The note said something like this: Southeast, Rose, Zhang Xiaowei.

Zhuci put away these two things.

Although he didn't know what these two things were used for, the ghost's expression just now should not leave him any traps. After all, when people are in a good mood, they are always more tolerant and generous than usual, and the same is true for ghosts.

After everything around them faded away, they returned to room 207.

It's hard to imagine that they went through so much on their first night.

Zhu Ci looked out the window and saw that the gloomy sky had brightened.

There were only him and Mo Anan in the room.

Mo Anan's face was calm and it looked like nothing serious was wrong.

Zhu Ci stretched out his finger and felt her breath.

His breathing is steady, so he should be still alive.

Thinking of Mo Yangbing's commission, Zhu Ci thought about it and opened the live broadcast room.

Zhu Ci said: "The person has been rescued."

However, the comments were unexpectedly all full of laughter.

【“Hahahaha, he actually opened the live broadcast room to report that he was safe.”

"Did the anchor really run out to save Mo Anan?"

"If he saves someone, he just needs to keep them alive for a while."

"You guys are being a bit harsh. The anchor is still a newcomer. It's good that he went to the rescue. Besides, all the dangers he went through that night were because of saving people."

Mo Yangbing: "Wake her up."】

Zhu Ci glanced at Mo Anan on the bed and reached out to push her.

He also hadn't slept for a night and was quite sleepy.

Mo Anan's chest trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

The previous nightmare made her very uncomfortable.

The light in the room was too dim, and when she saw someone in front of her, she subconsciously punched.

Zhuci took a step back and turned on the flashlight.

The pale light shone on Mo Anan's face, and the frightened girl came back to her senses a little, but she was still very scared.

"It's me." Zhuci began.

Mo Anan heard that it was a blessing and felt relieved: "Why are you here?"

Zhuci said, "You had a dream and sucked us all in. They are in another room."

"Dream..." Mo Anan's mind was confused. Although she was sleeping, her mental energy was greatly depleted and she looked very tired.

Zhu Ci said, "I'm a little sleepy, can I sleep for a while?"

Mo Anan looked at him. The boy had his eyes half closed and looked quiet and well-behaved.

"Okay, okay."

Zhu Ci walked to the bed and fell down against the edge.

It might be more dangerous to go out now, it is safest to sleep here.

[“Hahahahaha, anchor, how can you rest on a girl’s bed?”

"Boss Mo told you to get out and go to sleep right away."

"It's so funny, but with the host's face, I'm willing to share half of his bed for the rest of my life."

"She already has a boyfriend. This is so funny. Does the anchor have any male ethics? Isn't she afraid that her boyfriend will be jealous?"]

The barrage is still making fun of it.

Zhu Ci had already closed his eyes. There were eight players that night, but only he and Mo Anan showed signs of sleepiness. They had a lot in common, such as being named by the young master of the manor at the same time, and also, they both told the housekeeper that they had no father.

After this night, Zhuci was also very tired. Now he was not just inexplicably sleepy, but really sleepy.

When he closed his eyes, he suddenly thought of Shen Wu.

The Shen Wu that could only be seen when the candles were lit, the Shen Wu without glasses and with grown hair.

Whatever the illusion was, it should be based on the reality he had seen or imagined. Did he think about Shen Wu with long hair? Did he imagine Shen Wu's complicated clothes?

Zhu Ci suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the floor, and suddenly his heart turned cold.

Xu An, I want to find him and ask him.