Metamorphosis
It was already evening when Mitao returned.
Ni Peng was awake, but he felt weak. He leaned against the door frame, waiting for Mi Tao. When he saw Mi Tao's figure, his tense body relaxed.
Ni Peng slapped Mi Tao twice and said, "You scared me to death. I thought..."
Mi Tao's lips turned pale, and he smiled, "How could I abandon you? How many days can you survive in the dungeon without me?"
Ni Peng, a rough and sturdy man, had red eyes and cursed: "You said you would protect me after I leave the game."
Mi Tao just smiled and nodded slightly.
Ni Peng was running low on energy, and when He Lizhou invited him to eat he had no appetite and didn't eat a single bite. Finally, when Mi Tao came back, he felt relieved.
"I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep. You should eat something. The one He Lizhou brought back from Lao Hu is safe."
He Lizhou had already told him what happened to the two people who had eaten, so that the big guy wouldn't dare to eat the food on the table because he was too hungry.
Mi Tao watched Ni Peng return to the second floor and fall heavily to the ground.
He Lizhou then walked over, picked him up and put him on the chair, "You can't bear it now?"
Mi Tao curled the corners of his lips, said nothing, and moved his shoulders to indicate that He Lizhou's wound was here.
He Lizhou tore open his clothes, "Aren't you afraid that I won't save you?"
Mi Tao smiled and only raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything, his expression clearly asked, "Can you?"
He Lizhou really doesn’t know how to do it. There are too few players who can help in this dungeon, and Mi Tao is one of them.
He Lizhou tore open his blood-stained clothes, and found that the wound was exactly the same as Ni Peng's.
"Didn't you see Ni Peng's situation? How dare you provoke those bugs!"
Mi Tao didn't move. He Lizhou raised his head and saw that he had fainted.
The fact that he could hold on until he got into the bamboo house and argued with Ni Peng and himself for such a long time really showed his amazing perseverance.
He Lizhou gritted his teeth, angry and anxious. Judging from the injuries, he must have entered the hotel to avoid danger. Fortunately, he was worried and gave up the authority! Otherwise, this person would have died under the siege of the butterfly group!
He Lizhou bandaged the wound skillfully and sat next to Mi Tao with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.
The painting must be completed. Even if these two people faint for twenty-three and a half hours a day, they must use that half hour to finish the painting.
Today, Li Deyu went to the third floor and stayed there all day, but when he came down, he looked very sad and his hands were stained with paint, so things probably weren't going well.
Come to think of it, since drawing a picture is one of the requirements for leaving, it is naturally difficult for people to complete it smoothly.
I just don't know what's hidden inside...
This question was answered the next day.
Because Changlian died in the room, everyone agreed on a time to go downstairs every day to report the number of people. When Li Deyu went downstairs, his mouth had begun to protrude and become sharp.
Ni Peng's spirits had recovered, but Mi Tao was still a little listless, but he insisted on coming downstairs.
The moment I saw Ni Peng, the room was dead silent.
Peng Ningyu nervously stirred her clothes with her fingers, her breathing became rapid, and finally she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she covered her face and ran out of the living room.
He Lizhou glanced at Ni Peng, then quickly looked away and ran out after Peng Ningyu.
Peng Ningyu was squatting on the ground with her face covered by her hands. She wasn't crying, but her emotions were on the verge of collapse.
He Lizhou pulled her up and said, "Don't be afraid. The good news is that you haven't reached the death point yet. The bad news is that except for the two of us, everyone else has been cursed."
Peng Ningyu was shocked by the news. She stared at He Lizhou in a daze, as if she didn't understand what he said and didn't react at all.
He Lizhou: "I roughly know what the death point they triggered is, but I definitely can't get all of you out by myself. Now only you can help me."
Peng Ningyu's eyes moved slightly, as if something was loading. It took a long time for her to receive the information, and she nodded woodenly.
When He Lizhou saw her like this, he knew that she had been under too much stress and it would take her a while to recover.
Peng Ningyu has persisted until now, looking for clues on her own, and even confirmed He Lizhou's guess. She is already very strong.
He Lizhou sighed, "Go paint first, lock the door, and don't open it no matter who knocks. Don't worry about the content, just paint whatever you want. Just remember not to use any paint from the studio, use the paint we brought - do you understand?"
Peng Ningyu nodded and opened her mouth but didn't say a word. Her throat was so sore from the intense emotions that she couldn't speak.
Peng Ningyu wiped her face and turned to go to the third floor.
He Lizhou watched her go up, then immediately turned around and ran to his home in the village.
During this time, the village chief would go to Lao Hu's house, maybe to monitor him, maybe to take care of him, but it didn't matter anymore.
He Lizhou ran to the village chief's house, confirmed that no one was inside, and quietly sneaked in.
He Lizhou had a clear goal and went straight to the third floor. The moment he pried open the lock, an unbearable stench hit his nose.
He Lizhou pushed open the door and saw piles of butterfly corpses in the house.
The dead butterflies were piled together. The bottom layer had rotted so much that their original appearance could not be recognized, while the ones on the top were still fresh. But without exception, they all lacked the patterns on their wings.
The patterns on the wings of normal butterflies are bright and eye-catching, but the wings of these butterflies are gray and thin.
He Lizhou closed the door and was about to lock it again when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the house.
It wasn't Lao Hu's footsteps.
He Lizhou was shocked that the village chief came back at this time!
He looked around. The smell in the studio behind him was so suffocating that he was afraid that if he hid in there, the smell of the corpse would make him pass out without the village chief having to do anything.
So He Lizhou could only hide in the room next to the studio. This room was not locked. He Lizhou didn't bother to think whether it was a trap set by the village chief, and he turned around and went in.
The village chief walked up the stairs with heavy footsteps, step by step.
He Lizhou prayed silently in his heart that he would go to the second floor. A fine layer of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off.
The footsteps stopped.
Before He Lizhou could even breathe a sigh of relief, the footsteps sounded again, neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, as if the man knew there was someone hiding upstairs and was playing with the footsteps on purpose, like a cat teasing a mouse.
The village chief's footsteps gradually stopped at the door. "Let me see... which mouse got into my rice storage?"
“Crunch—”
The wooden door was pushed open, and light from outside poured into the house, but there was no one there.
The village chief stood at the door, obviously confused. He scratched his head and was about to come in.
At this moment, the sound of a porcelain plate breaking was heard downstairs.
The village chief immediately gave up what he was doing here and ran downstairs in anger.
He Lizhou let go and fell from the roof. He pulled open the cloth bag on the ground and saw that the thing inside was exactly the "rice" that the village chief had mentioned.
The things inside were flashing with tiny lights, and in the dim room, they were even more beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and breathtaking.
He Lizhou tightened the bag and climbed onto the roof along the beam.
As soon as he stuck his head out, he met the eyes of the village chief who had lowered his eyes.
The village chief smiled sinisterly, and when he opened his mouth, one could vaguely see a row of thin, dense, velvety teeth.
"It's you."
He Lizhou made a prompt decision, retracted his head and fell back into the house.
While the village chief was unable to climb down, he ran out of the building. He didn't hear any movement behind him for a long time. When he turned around, he saw that the village chief had grown a bunch of butterfly wings, flying in the air, and following him closely.
He Lizhou: "...Why are you still cheating?"
The village chief's eyes had turned into compound eyes, almost turning him into a butterfly man. He looked even more cold-blooded as he leaned over and rushed towards He Lizhou.
He Lizhou on the ground could no longer outrun the flying one, and seeing a big hill in front of him, he simply lay down and rolled over, while reaching out and throwing a knife into the air.
The blade of this knife is so blunt that it can't even cut hair. It can be said that it is not very easy to use, but it can accurately locate He Lizhou's palm and no matter where it is thrown, as long as He Lizhou thinks about it, it can return steadily to He Lizhou's palm.
The village chief was frightened by this and returned to mid-air, buying some time for He Lizhou to escape.
Damn...the hotel is so far away.
It is absolutely impossible to run to an inn for refuge, unless one suddenly becomes a genius in cultivating immortals, learns how to teleport, and summons the inn.
He Lizhou's brain was working rapidly, and holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he ran to the home of Lao Hu, the only living person in the village.
Old Hu heard from a distance the clanging sound of He Lizhou's knife hitting the village chief, and then falling to the ground due to gravity, and he ran over with great momentum.
Old Hu opened the door, his beard blown so high that it was almost at the same height as the village chief. "You are the one who is most likely to cause trouble!"
He Lizhou ran into Lao Hu's yard, but the village chief stopped outside the yard, landed, and slowly turned back into a human form.
The village chief stood outside the yard, while He Lizhou and Lao Hu stood in the yard, holding their knees and panting.
The two groups were separated by a fragile gate, but they were in a standoff.
The village chief turned around twice unwillingly and left.
He Lizhou thought about the voice he heard when he was hiding in the village chief's house. He was worried that the person who helped him would be caught by the village chief, so he was about to open the door.
Old Hu glared at him, "Stupid thief!"
He Lizhou retracted his hand.
It was not until the sun set that Lao Hu let He Lizhou go out.
When He Lizhou returned to the bamboo building, the sound of flapping wings was already filling half the sky.
Perhaps it is because the village chief’s alienation has accelerated the alienation of the players.
He Lizhou's fingers trembled slightly as he pushed open the door. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, he still couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw everyone's situation.
Li Deyu, the player who was most obviously transformed this morning and the first to use the paint, had turned into a butterfly man. He probably still had a last bit of consciousness and humanity, so he resisted the urge to attack other people in the room.
Ni Peng, who was the first to be attacked by the butterfly and showed signs of growing proboscis this morning, has become extremely slender. The proboscis has completely replaced his mouth, and compound eyes have also emerged.
Mi Tao's skin had already started to peel off, but he still held Ni Peng tightly, murmuring: "Ni Peng, Ni Peng, hold on, He Lizhou will succeed, hold on, we will be out soon..."
Peng Ningyu was not in the hall. He was probably staying on the third floor and didn't dare to come out.
He Lizhou didn't care about the other players who were in a bad state, and rushed to Mi Tao, "Mi Tao! Wake up!"
Mi Tao raised his head in a trance, "He Lizhou...did you succeed?"
He Lizhou already knew who helped him, but he didn't care about that. "Are you willing to go to the hotel?"
Even though he was no longer mentally stable, the fact that the hotel had helped him escape danger twice was already engraved deep in his mind. In the depths of his memory, "hotel" equals "safety".
A strong attachment flashed in Mi Tao's eyes, "Yes!"
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