"Free time in the morning, go dig for wild vegetables in the afternoon." Shekh issued the order according to the plot, and then sat down at the table to eat breakfast.
There were boiled eggs, thin porridge, and pickled vegetables on the table. She didn't see the mung bean soup, so she bought some other food from the prop shop.
Looking at the dwindling supplies in his spatial ring, Shekh was getting a little annoyed.
I thought the items I acquired in the Block City would last a long time, but I used up too much in the previous survival dungeons, and all I have left in my inventory are cookies and bread that I don't like.
No one ate the breakfast prepared by Aunt Qu. Everyone used their points to buy something, and those who didn't want to spend their points didn't eat it but drank more water.
Qian Chang was the one who drank plain water. On the table, especially in front of Shehe and Shi Jinzhe, the charcoal-grilled pork chops and black pepper mashed potatoes made him drool with envy.
He sat at the farthest point, next to Huang Yingzong, saying, "They all have food, it's just the two of us who are in the same boat."
One breakfast costs him half a game. He's rich, really rich. For him, a piece of bread is enough for breakfast. It's more worthwhile to spend his points on items. Poor people can't stand this kind of extravagant lifestyle.
As Fu Guan took a bite of plain noodles, a question that sounded like a leader in a meeting came up: "What happened last night?"
Ye Zhan replied casually, "No."
The 50-minute survival mode hasn't appeared yet, and he's so bored because he can't kill anyone.
Qian Chang also shook his head, "No, it's just that I got a little cold in the middle of the night and felt like I didn't have enough blankets."
"Is it cold in the middle of the night? Is your talisman burning hot?" Lin Shu asked.
Qian Chang: "No, if I had, I would have woken up long ago."
"Alright." Lin Shu didn't ask any more questions. Huang Yingzong was watching her in the middle of the night, and when the blind woman appeared, the yellow talisman on her body didn't react. In addition, Jiang Xiaowan's soul-driving incense didn't work last night, so the conclusion that the blind woman and the headless man were not ghosts was a sure thing.
Qian Chang: "And you guys?"
"I slept until after four o'clock, Huang Yingzong got up in the middle of the night, and that was it." Lin Shu looked at Qian Chang sympathetically, thinking to herself, it's not my fault for not telling you, if you had come down five minutes earlier and not been with Huang Yingzong, I would have told you.
"Okay," Qian Chang asked the others, "Don't you guys have any either?"
"The three of us played Dou Dizhu all night and didn't notice anything unusual." Fu Guan yawned. "We're tired of Dou Dizhu. Let's play something different tonight. How about mahjong?"
"Hey, this one..." Qian Chang clapped his hands excitedly and immediately volunteered. Then he heard the Sea King call Lin Shu's name, "We're one short for mahjong, wanna join?"
"Come on, no one cares if I'm scared or not anyway, I'll find somewhere to stay myself." Lin Shu agreed decisively, just like a little girl in love who would use a pouting remark to provoke her boyfriend.
Qian Chang: "...Are you playing a game or playing with a girl?"
Fu Guanzai: "I just want to give each of my younger sisters some care."
"Okay... alright." Qian Chang turned to Shehe and Shi Jinzhe, then asked, "What about you two?"
Shekh listened to their conversation, took a bite of the pork chop he had just cut, and said, "Don't ask about adults' affairs."
"..."
Qian Chang couldn't figure out whether her "adult" referred to age, status, or something else. In any case, he couldn't ask any more questions and just quietly ate his bread.
After the meal, the nine people walked out one by one. The air was fresh after the rain. Aunt Qu watched them leave and told everyone not to come back too late.
The ancient town of Banshan is a bit more lively during the day, and the bluestone slabs on the main road have become smooth and flat from years of being trampled on.
Passersby wore straw raincoats and dressed much like Aunt Qu, with long-sleeved jackets and trousers. Occasionally, one or two graceful women in cheongsams could be seen carrying oil-paper umbrellas.
There were several leaning signs by the roadside, indicating grain and meat shops. Two or three children wearing ripped pants and shirtless ran and played by. One of them had the cloth rope around his waist come loose, and his baggy pants fell down.
Shi Jinzhe glanced at the little boy's belt; the dark blue linen was twisted into a strand, with frayed edges at both ends. After tying it tight, the waistband had to be rolled down two more times to fit properly.
He felt strange; the entire ancient town, like the kitchen of the small Western-style building, was dilapidated and weathered. They were like travelers from another world who had stumbled into the Republican era, completely out of place here.
He didn't see anything from the new era here, but if the time was different and the historical process was a hundred years slower, how do you explain the bus they took when they came here?
The car is very advanced; this place has advanced technology.
Could it be that this ancient town on the mountainside is isolated from the world?
But even if one is isolated from the world, this is not the way to go.
Suddenly, Shi Jinzhe remembered the Peach Blossom Spring. He recalled that during the years of rapid development of the Internet, a large number of articles appeared saying that the Peach Blossom Spring was terrifying upon closer inspection. Some people said that Tao Yuanming had actually mistakenly entered the world of the dead, and that there was no such place at all.
Will Banshan Ancient Town be like the Peach Blossom Spring? He turned his head to look at Shekh. Could Shekh's identity be the medium connecting this place with the outside world?
The main road is only a few hundred meters long and can be walked in a few minutes. Qian Chang led the way and turned into a small alley. "Many houses are abandoned. Let's explore there. Maybe we'll find something."
The alley was a dirt road, and the weeds on both sides were as tall as a person. Last night's heavy rain had flooded the muddy ditches, making them impassable. Shi Jin carried Shehe on his back and walked along the side.
Shekh held up two small vases and listened intently as he spoke.
"You're one of the nine people, but everything you've done so far seems like you want to kill us. We might not be on the same side. Do you have any ideas on how to save yourself?"
Sheikh shook his head and wrote on his shoulder, "I don't think so."
Shi Jinzhe: "What do you mean?"
[The game states that nine players must successfully change the fate of their characters' deaths to save themselves; it doesn't specify whose fate they must change.]
"Self-rescue is of course about saving yourself, and the game also gives everyone a chance to change the course of the story."
[No.] Shekh really hated writing, but he had no choice but to. [Besides what you said, there's another way to understand this sentence, the most superficial meaning.]
"You're saying this is a word game within a game?"
Shi Jinzhe's brainwaves connected with hers in a flash. Without thinking, he asked her a question and cursed the system as a dog in his heart.
If what Shekh meant is true, then the mission in this instance is not for everyone to complete their own self-rescue.
Rather, if the nine people want to change the fate of one person, they must first change that person's fate before they can change theirs; otherwise, their efforts to save themselves will be in vain.
Sheikh wrote: [I don't have your habit of thinking deeply about everything; I only thought of this question this morning after listening to their conversation.]
[You all kept saying yesterday to avoid being alone, but now Huang Yingzong is alone—artificially alone.]
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