Chapter 18 "Father and Son" Are You Brave Enough?

Half an hour had already passed, and Zhu Ci still tried to walk southeast. When he reached his original location, Xu An and the others were no longer there.

Zhu Ci didn't care where they were, probably because they were safe. If they were dangerous, he thought Mo Yangbing would give him money to remind him.

The beautiful flowers could be clearly seen, but when Zhu Ci approached, a layer of mist suddenly drifted forward and obscured the flowers.

The mist concealed it, like a layer of invisible shackles.

No imps.

Zhu Ci thought for a moment. Some of the little ghosts he met here were very irritable, and some were very dull. Perhaps this was because they were shy? Or was it that the consciousness under this maze wanted to hide its soft side?

"Zhang Xiaowei." Zhu Ci called out the name softly.

A gust of cold wind blew out of the mist, and Zhu Ci stretched out his arm to block it.

Soon, a little girl in pink clothes stood in front of him.

"You know my name?"

The little girl stood before him and he saw her face.

It wasn't a perfect face, with scars unevenly distributed on the skin that looked like burns.

She stared at Zhushou quietly, as if waiting for his answer.

She wasn't even as gentle as Zhuci had guessed.

He said: "Li Xiaocheng."

"Oh..." When she heard the name, her expression suddenly changed, becoming a little fierce and disgusted. The scar on her face began to burn like a flame, and other parts of her face also began to peel off like ashes.

"A young boy who played the piano told me." Zhu Ci continued.

As soon as the little girl stopped transforming, the ashes disappeared, but her current state still permeated.

Zhu Ci already had a plan in mind.

"What do you want to see me for?"

"Lin Xiaole wants me to take everyone home."

"No need. I won't be in the same room with that thing."

Zhu Ci looked at her and said, "Okay, but if the Li Xiaocheng you hate is the fat guy sitting in the wheelchair now, why can't we join forces?"

The little girl looked at him coldly: "If we join forces, you won't live long enough to see that day."

"Not necessarily. Even if I don't survive, I will deal with the people I hate first." Zhu Ci looked calm, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

"You like to cry, why would you do this if you are scared?"

Zhu Ci paused when he heard that. The tears on the right side of his cheek had become a semi-permanent decoration for him because of that extremely worthless talent. Sometimes it even affected his vision and feelings.

"Do tears mean fear?" he asked. He actually had his own opinion on the fact that he liked to cry, but the fact was that he did look like crying.

[“It’s so funny. I also think it’s very inconsistent.”

"Host, he always cries when he does it. I am always worried about him. I wonder how sad it must be to see the scars all over his body..."

"Ahhh, who put the label on the anchor and put him in the technical area? He is in the top 50 in the first appearance area of ​​the viewing area, and in the top 500 in the technical area."

"Upstairs, I also tagged the anchor. Oh, by the way, he is now in the top 30 in terms of looks."

"Next floor, I'll go post it too."

“Hahaha, +1.”

…

"I am dying of laughter. How dare you label a newcomer as a technical player? Now he is ranked in the top 300 in the technical area of ​​the anchor rankings."

"He stopped talking during the virtual speech. Oh, I see this virtual anchor likes to pour cold water on the anchor when he is in danger, but he has been slapped in the face so many times that he doesn't dare to say anything anymore."】

【Number of viewers in the live broadcast room: 11,000】

[Congratulations! Your live broadcast room has entered the top 300 of the technical flow rankings and received a bonus of 3,000 points]

The top of the viewing area ranking has nothing to do with death, but the ranking of the technical area represents your strength.

It's rare for someone to think you're great and yet be doomed to fail, but it sometimes happens, like right now.

Zhuci's words made the little girl in front of him fall into thought. She looked at Zhuci and asked: "How do you prove that you are not afraid?"

Hearing this, Zhu Ci simply raised his hand, took out the medicine that he had given to the piano-playing child whose finger was cut by a razor blade last time, took out a tissue, spread the medicine, and applied it on the little girl's scar.

The cold touch touched the disembodied skin, and the scar began to burn. The girl subconsciously avoided it, her eyes wide open.

"How do you prove that I'm afraid?" Zhu Ci asked calmly.

If the piano is the piano boy's Achilles' heel, then this girl's Achilles' heel should be the scar on her face.

Even if Zhu Ci could guess it, he still dared to reach out and touch it.

"You are indeed very courageous."

Zhu Ci looked at the strange little girl in front of him, and the tears from his right eye flowed even more fiercely.

If you can touch the monster's weak spot without being punished, then this game is really not up to standard.

That's the rule.

The rule of death upon contact.

Zhu Ci stood there silently. Even though his tears made him look weak and vulnerable, when sparks flew up, the butterflies in the firelight seemed to have the courage to face death.

[Virtual Speech: A stubborn soul chose the wrong way and the wrong method, and put himself in danger. For a foolish newcomer, overconfidence is also a kind of arrogance. His soul is the most delicious delicacy in the sea of ​​fire and is worth savoring carefully.]

[“Stupid, is that a description of the anchor?”

"I don't know why, but even though the tone of the virtual speech is still condescending, it no longer has that disdainful feel."

"Hahaha, not only that, he even used more neutral words. He compared the anchor to a fragile lamb before, but now he is at least stubborn."

"But the anchor is really brave. This ghost tempted him to trigger the death condition. He is really brave."

"No way, are we going to start worrying about the anchor dying in the next second?"

“Wuwuwu, is this the charm of this game, jumping back and forth on the edge of death.”

"Upstairs, enjoy this charm yourself."】

…

In the flames, Zhu Ci looked into the little girl's eyes. He had known long ago that since she was the one who recommended the piano player, he shouldn't have given the clues so easily.

The girl gave a strange smile and her whole body was bathed in flames.

Ashes flew towards him. Zhuci said, "Use the potion yourself. I don't know if it will work."

He tossed the bottle of medicine to the girl.

It is produced in the system mall, and its function is to repair the skin, but the note is that it is for ghosts, because no one buys it, the price is not high, and the grade is also very low.

All he could buy now were basic tools, and this was the only item that could be purchased.

If you do a favor to a ghost, will the ghost repay you?

Yes, but rarely. People who feed ghosts will eventually be harmed by them.

But in fact, the heart of a devil is the heart of a human being. Except that it is a little colder and harder, and has no moral principles, its cunningness is just like that of a human being.

The girl caught the bottle and looked down. Her face was surrounded by ashes and even her hair was burning.

After doing all this, Zhu Ci retreated as far as possible to avoid the attack of the flames, but the fire kept following him. If he retreated any further, he would enter the unknown fog.

Ignoring the rules and walking through the fog may lead to something worse.

Zhu Ci looked around. The plants around him seemed unaffected by the fire, but the uncontrollable tears he was shedding showed that the fire was dangerous to him.

His eyes fell on the rose that represented Zhang Xiaowei.

The rose is pink and tender, without a single scar. Although standing next to it is a girl who has just emerged from the flames, it presents a completeness that is inconsistent with the girl's appearance. The vines and green leaves are so lush and green, with few spots.

"'How do you prove you're not afraid?'"

The girl's voice re-echoed in his mind.

Zhuci was silent for a moment, and the flames had already spread to his feet.

His slippers could not stop the flames, and his feet felt burning.

Many people who died in buildings that caught fire were killed by the thick smoke, but here the place was spacious enough without the thick smoke blocking their view, so they had time to think while making their speech.

【“Why is the anchor stunned?”

"Ahhh, run."

"You can't run away. Upstairs, there's fire behind the host as well."

"Hahaha, I said he would die."

"Wuwuwu, although, this atmosphere is really amazing. The boy crying under the firelight has stars in his eyes."】

Zhu Ci had already found his answer. He looked at the distance between himself and Rose, and if he crossed it, he would inevitably get hurt.

"Are you brave enough? Do you dare to die?" the girl on the other side questioned.

Zhu Ci moved, and as the flames burned his skin, he ran towards the flames, towards the place where the fire burned the most, throwing away all his previous efforts.

Is there a way out behind me? Can I escape if I run far enough?

In reality, yes, but here... not necessarily.