Chapter 144 The sound of the suona carries beyond the mountains; Xue Chao brings this mad miracle...
The camera position is normal, the room is normal, but that's precisely what's abnormal.
After intense disbelief comes a tidal wave of excitement. Those who reach the top of the pyramid may hesitate, be wary, and perhaps even fearful when faced with overwhelming power or dangers beyond their comprehension. But there is always excitement in them, a soul-shaking experience that expands the boundaries of their understanding once again.
For someone walking on a knife's edge, this is nothing short of vibrant life!
Xue Chao. Zhuo Yi kept this name in his mind, watching the car drive out of the garage. As it passed the window, he flicked his finger, and the car stopped abruptly. He then slid down the curtain, easily opened the car door, and climbed inside.
Under the horrified gaze of the Ruoshui player, he pulled the person into the back row.
"Shh, let's talk."
On the other side, Huang Haitao leaned against the coffee shop counter, skimming through the newspaper, muttering, "The Nightingale's Curse..."
His teammate suddenly looked up. Outside the window, someone entered the phone booth across the brick street, inserted coins, and made a call. He got up, but Huang Haitao pulled him back and shoved him behind the counter.
"Even a worthless life shouldn't be thrown away like that! They're from the orchestra! Just because they give the boss a hard time doesn't mean they'll give you one too!"
The divine soldier seemed not to understand his words. His cold gaze was unusually blank. Then he noticed that Huang Haitao's expression was also quite interesting. First, there was surprise, then a violent "Just as I thought" expression, as if he had seen some madman and was genuinely uneasy.
"Damn it... what a load of crap, this host!" He didn't know which host he was cursing, but he probably cursed them all.
The player panel remains unchanged.
But where players can't see it, the comments section went wild again.
Viewers can move between different rooms. While the players are still confused, they have already recognized where they are. Moreover, the two rooms are in an open competitive relationship, and the viewers in the two rooms often visit each other during the matches.
This is the secret place chosen by Marco Polo, Nightingale Hill!
Pu Fengchun's death was seen as a provocation against Xue Chao.
Marco Polo used the Stubborn Totem to create a passage between two dungeons, sending players from the neighboring dungeon to the Mountain of Joy and Sorrow. In their eyes, this was already considered "clearing the dungeon".
The two rooms, from the secret realm to the host, the guild, the players, and their respective tasks and progress, are all indispensable in order to steal the miracle right under the system's nose.
Was it unexpected? Of course! But it was also their biggest expectation of "clearing the dungeon".
No one had even considered the slightest possibility that, literally, they would actually clear both instances.
How is that possible!
However, now, Xue Chao has brought this insane miracle to their eyes.
After experiencing the same emotional turmoil as the players, all that remained was heartfelt admiration:
Huang Haitao's greatness needs no further explanation!
"[Zhuoyi] Greatness needs no further explanation!"
"[He Yang] Greatness needs no further explanation!"
...
The divine weapon finally understood the situation, like a robot stuck in a glitch, it took a long time to restart, but it was still just a jumble of gibberish: "Then aren't we in even more danger?"
"Danger my foot, it's actually safer."
Huang Haitao impatiently closed his open mouth. Who had spoken his mind?
He suddenly looked towards the second floor of the coffee shop. Xu Feiying calmly went downstairs, and the three members of the travel agency followed him timidly.
"Stop pretending, you already knew there were people here." Xu Feiying didn't even look up, and sat down directly by the window. The door of the phone booth opposite was open, and the band member who was making a call was slumped in the booth like a noodle, with the phone line swaying.
He gave a wink, and the three from the travel agency immediately went out to drag the band player back. Huang Haitao asked his teammates to help as well: "I thought it was... someone from the other side, so I didn't dare to make a move. Who would have thought it was you, Master? What a surprise! Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is just like this!"
The four dragged the band members into the coffee shop. The experienced soldier erased the traces in the phone booth, but was still puzzled.
Huang Haitao: "Staying on Xibei Mountain is just waiting to die. Do you think you can defeat the boss?"
While the game is in progress, they find themselves in another instance, where there is a host, players, and stories that have nothing to do with them. It's like they've gotten lost on someone else's territory, where everything is unknown and fraught with danger.
But for them, who were trapped in a dead end, it was a way out.
Exploring in a world full of unfamiliarity is better than waiting to die in a vast, empty snowfield!
Huang Haitao noticed Xu Feiying looking at the newspaper in his hand, and tactfully handed it to her, cautiously changing the subject: "But... since he broke it, I really don't know what to say, it's unbelievable. How did we get through this? What is he trying to do..."
He was speechless again.
"Thinking about how he did it or his purpose is pointless." Xu Feiying didn't even look up. "The fact is he did it. He won't reveal his true feelings to you. If you can still think, think about what we can do with this situation. Have you looked at the panel?"
Huang Haitao had already checked, but after confirming the astonishing situation of "the dungeon being cleared," his mind was completely focused on it. Now, reminded again, he brought up the panel once more, and everything seemed normal...
That's what's abnormal!
His machine is still running, and other players should be doing the same, but his popularity score hasn't changed; it's stuck at 88 points.
If the audience could see this, they would definitely react faster than them; such a climax should have already exceeded 90 points!
One possibility is a signal problem, meaning the audience can't actually see it. Another possibility is that the audience can see it, but the system doesn't know how to handle it and has "frozen" the room.
Although they have arrived at Nightingale Mountain, can they be considered players of Nightingale Mountain? They have not been recognized yet, and the two instances have not been fully integrated.
They want to implement it, they want to seize this copy.
The fog lingered, and the snow seemed to be falling heavier. The damp, cold wind seeped through the cracks in the windows, rubbing against one's bones. Tiny black insects crawled on the fogged glass windows and hid in the shadows cast by the eaves, their antennae trembling slightly.
Insect? Xu Feiying's expression hardened, and he slashed at the inconspicuous black dot on the glass with his dagger. The shattered glass shards fell like raindrops, and the black dot instantly transformed into a person, its toes touching the blade of his dagger, before it flipped backward and walked away.
Huang Haitao activated his superpower "Reversal," and the person lunged into the coffee shop, quickly adapting to the sudden change in direction in mid-air and coming to a steady stop beside the counter.
A woman with a buzz cut and smoky eye makeup, dressed like a secret agent, stared at them intently like a wild beast: "It really is you, Xu Feiying... I never thought that as a player, I would one day be able to call someone a 'despicable outsider' in a raid."
Huang Haitao immediately recognized that this was Ruoshui's star player, ranked one place after Zhuo Yi, currently in fourth place.
He remained secretly vigilant. Just then, the band member who had been knocked unconscious by Xu Feiying woke up. The four guards on guard were on high alert due to the series of unexpected events. Xu Feiying was the only one among them who did not move: "Where is your lackey?"
"He stole a car and disappeared somewhere. I thought he was just being stupid and got caught up in a curse. But now I think it was probably one of you lazy bums who tied up my 'tool'." The woman with the buzz cut grinned. "For Qi Sha to run away to someone else's territory like a stray dog, who is your boss...?"
The band members, once again subdued by the divine weapon, finally snapped out of their shock: "You...you're not from this instance! You...where's the host? Host! Let's...let's stop the brawl! Marco Polo!"
He shouted quite loudly, and Xu Feiying flicked her wrist, sending the knife flying. The woman with the buzz cut also threw out her tray, knocking the knife away from him.
Xu Feiying gave her a strange look, but then she understood. Although Ruoshui and the Orchestra were always fighting over who was the number one guild, now that they were facing a more dangerous external force, the faction division was no longer "Ruoshui, Orchestra, Amusement Park" but "our instance" and "your instance".
Just as he was about to make a sarcastic remark, the band player threw a punch, hitting the divine weapon squarely in the face. It should have been a successful check, while the divine weapon failed the check... But the band player, having broken free of his restraints, felt a surge of retreat. Meeting his gaze, he shrank back.
Why did they suddenly become so intelligent...? Wait, they don't need to change their cards, so why is the inspection so slow?
He looked at the woman with the buzz cut, not missing the fleeting gloom in her eyes—something had happened to Marco Polo!
A thought suddenly occurred to him, and just then, a boy appeared out of nowhere in the empty doorway, his pink and blue gradient hair swaying in the wind.
Zhu Wen, expressionless, focused on the key point: "Your host is Xue Chao, where is he?"
The scene froze. The next second, everyone sprang into action. Outside the door were not only Zhu Wen, but also other players from the amusement park. The remaining glass doors and windows shattered into countless sparkling fragments, surrounding these outsiders.
Meanwhile, Zhu Wen and another Ruoshui player who had jumped down from the roof took the opportunity to rush out of the coffee shop and head straight for the church on the right.
At the same time, a car rushed in from the left, its engines at full power, its headlights tearing through the fog. Zhuo Yi had the window open, and He Yang sat smiling in the passenger seat. Ruoshui, the player, was frantically banging on things in the back seat, but it was as if she was separated by space, unable to break through the car door or reach the front.
The woman with the buzz cut narrowed her eyes, and just as she took a step forward, she sensed danger. Suddenly, she turned and kicked backward, slamming into the fist that had broken through the wall. Half of her leg went numb.
She immediately backflipped away, and looking at the huge figure emerging from the dust, she couldn't help but click her tongue: "You think you can overcome all laws with sheer force? What did you eat to grow up like that?"
She moved her numb hind legs, belatedly realizing they were burning with pain. When she looked down, she saw that the tight fabric, along with a thin layer of her skin, had been shaved off.
She turned her head sharply, and upon closer inspection, she saw a knife between the fingers of Lü Lianshan's fist. It must have been spun out after smashing the wall, otherwise it would have broken. If she hadn't dodged in time, it would have already shaved the flesh off her bones.
Yes, this man is not only strong, but what makes him truly terrifying is that he is a reinforcement type who can manipulate things with precision!
With a grim face, she drew her twin pistols: "Is this the signal to start a war?"
Among those present, Lü Lianshan was ranked the highest. His move put everyone on the edge of their seats. However, Zhuo Yi, driving the car, did not stop and continued to press the accelerator in the direction Zhu Wen had left.
They also wanted to know about the two hosts!
But then the sound of brakes rang out, and Lü Lianshan's gaze sharpened.
The scene fell silent again, but with an added eeriness.
The woman with the buzz cut turned her head slightly to the side.
Her teammates didn't make it, and the car didn't rush out... Two women stood in front of them, one wearing a chrysanthemum-patterned plum-red satin burial shroud with a peaceful expression, and the other wearing a blood-red wedding dress with a smile full of spring.
It stood there, cold and eerie.
*
There is a tavern in the town that is located on the edge of a cliff, the closest point to the cliff in the entire town.
Unlike other buildings, the tavern faces away from the town, with its door right up against a cliff. To enter the tavern, one must carefully traverse the treacherous path along the edge of the cliff.
It was the tavern's prime time for business, but it was dark and the lights were off.
Marco Polo woke up on the floor, realizing he was bound hand and foot. He paused, then looked up.
The man in the black coat sat in front of him, backlit by the thin light from the window, seemingly blending into the darkness, his posture casual.
Only those blue eyes, eerily bright like a ghost, looked down at him from above.
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