In the boundless snowfield, Pu Sheng and his two companions walked and stopped like thieves, following Shi Jinzhai from a distance.
The snow was so thick that Yan Ruoying had to lift her legs high with every step she took, and she was covered in sweat in the cold weather.
She leaned on a tree branch and reminded the other two, "The snow is falling so fast, it's already buried Shi Jinzhe's footprints. Be careful, there are many holes under the snow, it would be troublesome if you fell in."
After saying that, he sighed, "Looking at a mountain makes you feel like you've been traveling for so long, but the distance between us and the mountain hasn't changed at all."
Ji Hui: "After all, we walked there."
Seeing that Pusheng was out of breath, he asked, "Are you feeling alright?"
"He's healed thanks to the light, don't worry." Pu Sheng raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding wind and snow. "Don't stray too far from Shi Jinzhe. The lucky card can help him avoid danger. Let's save him some energy on this part of the journey so he can walk on his own later."
"What's behind us? Can't we go into the Thorn Land?" Ji Hui asked.
“Yes, but it’s easy to die.” Pu Sheng glanced at the sun. “The Thorn Land will appear soon, and then we won’t be able to go any further.”
"reason?"
"The Thorn Land is a living place. We can't help in there. It's better to go directly to the rear."
"At that time, everything was broken..."
“He is different from us. He has to take this path. He has his own mission.”
"But he looks really bad. Can he really make it through on his own?"
Do you want to be trapped in this stupid game forever?
Pu Sheng asked an unrelated question, "Living in fear, unable to sleep soundly, not knowing when you'll die, afraid to have much contact with relatives and friends because you're afraid of dying one day, living on counting down the days, do you think that's how it is?"
"In no mood."
Ji Hui and Yan Ruoying spoke in unison.
"So Shi Jinzhe is taking the first step of 'not wanting' to, and only he can take the first step."
"You seem to know a lot of things."
Yan Ruoying looked over inquisitively. Pu Sheng had become much calmer ever since he told them to run away quickly.
Previously, he was always a mix of intelligence and folly, sometimes able to pinpoint the most crucial points, and other times unable to grasp the most basic questions. Now, he acts as if he understands the world very well, which is quite contradictory.
"Pretending."
Pu Sheng saw half of the sun sink below the horizon and turned around. "I didn't mean to lie to you. I didn't dare let the system know what I was thinking, and I didn't dare to use too many skills, lest it make preparations in advance. Now that it's not here, I can do things with peace of mind."
"The system isn't really here?" Yan Ruoying shifted her focus, and after receiving an affirmative reply, she clapped her hands. "What a piece of junk! I've put up with it for so long, I can finally curse it!"
Ji Hui: "You're so resentful even with a lucky card."
"I haven't had everything go smoothly either. You guys think I'm lucky, but I see myself as a turtle in a wishing well. No matter how much money falls from the sky, it won't change the fact that I'm a turtle."
"...It's not necessary to say that about yourself."
Pu Sheng took one last look at Shi Jinzhe's back, which was almost blending into the night, and said, "Let's go, or we won't be able to leave."
Yan Ruoying took out a coin, flicked it from her fingertip and bestowed a blessing, "Good luck to him."
The three stopped their pursuit and turned to leave.
The deep purple sunset faded into black, and right where they had just stood, a section of black thorn sprouted from the snow, twisting its limbs as it grew outwards.
Tiny thorns pierced the coins standing upright in the snow, forming sharp needles; countless brambles crowded together resembled a steel gate riddled with sharp knives.
Shi Jinzhe stepped down, and instinctively reached out to grab the tree next to him, only to have his palm pierced by a thorn.
He paused for a few seconds, then pulled his hand off the brambles and continued walking forward.
A pungent odor filled the air, and purple poisonous gas began to spread, growing stronger the further in you went.
The frozen snowfield and forest were blocked out. When Shi Jinzhe looked back, he saw that the brambles had formed a net, blocking his way back.
He looked down at the golden thread pointing the way, adjusted his deviated direction, tore aside the thorns blocking his way, and headed into the heart of the thorny land.
The deep, silent thorn forest was devoid of the howling of the storm; there were no other sounds around, only the sound of his footsteps on the thorns.
Under the control of his inner demons, Shi Jinzhe ignored the wounds on his body.
You can't take shortcuts with your life force...
He repeated this phrase to himself: He must first give up on life…
He wouldn't feel pain if his body was frozen stiff, so he had to reduce his blood pressure to near death the moment he saw Shekh.
The system initially bound them together because of his skills; it wanted to provide Shekh with the best evolutionary effects regardless of time or place.
However, the game overlooks a very important point: many things have far-reaching consequences, and changes are not only aimed at Shekh.
In Mu Bai's world, they triggered the [Order Reconstruction] effect.
For Shekh, her body and mind were rebuilt, which is why she was able to maintain a longer human form after each evolution. She underwent a gradual transformation, peeling away the filth and black mist that she had absorbed from her body.
But this is only a superficial change; there's a deeper layer, a side that the game doesn't understand.
[Order Reconstruction] can change not only the body, but also skills, and it is a two-way change under the resonance of energy.
The system only saw Shekh's changes, but ignored his, or perhaps it saw his but didn't take it seriously. Just like when the skills were in Mu Bai's hands, it didn't dare to use them, but it dared to target him in various ways.
Because the image of a gigolo is so deeply ingrained in the public consciousness, it looks down on itself so much.
Stepping over the thick brambles, Shi Jinzhe swung his knife and cut off the thin branches blocking his way.
His arm was slashed many times during the swinging motion, and the golden drops of blood were like a rare treasure to the thorn forest, endlessly attractive.
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