Shi Jinzhe said, "I need to go check out the building next door."
Only by understanding the root cause of the alienation can we know what roles the black and red forces played, and then we can effectively expel or seize them.
“Let’s go,” Shekh replied.
Zhuo Jiajia hesitated slightly about leaving the building. After a moment's thought, she decided to follow. Before turning around, she inexplicably glanced at the corpse on the ground.
Suddenly, Xue Ge's dark eyes blinked, and blood-red eyeballs appeared in her eyes the next second, followed by a faint smile.
Zhuo Jiajia gasped, and upon closer inspection, she saw that the two red eyeballs were still on the ground, and Xue Ge had not moved.
The golden threads faded, and the body was disposed of as usual. Zhuo Jiajia thought she might just be seeing things; it was good that the body was gone.
Shekh led the way downstairs, and when he got to the first floor, he found the remaining four plastic dummies and smashed them.
The small county town had no streetlights, and after nightfall, it was frighteningly dark outside. The sliding iron gate was locked from the outside with a large padlock. Sheh shook the padlock, making a clanging sound.
A dimly lit environment amplifies all sounds, making sounds that aren't considered noisy during the day sound particularly piercing to the eardrums.
Sherron knocked down the iron gate, and the four of them walked out one by one. A cold wind brushed against the back of Zhuo Jiajia's neck. She reached out to pull her collar, but unexpectedly touched a pair of sticky and soft hands.
Zhuo Jiajia suddenly turned her head and met Ding Xun's puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"
“…No, there’s nothing.” She turned back, pressed her hand to the back of her neck, but there was nothing there.
The mind's reflection can amplify sensory experiences; what one sees may not be real. She's overthinking it; it's just an illusion and shouldn't be believed.
Having figured out the key point, Zhuo Jiajia cheered herself up and reassured herself that everything would be alright.
Sher arrived at the small building next to the Heart Heart Hotel. A handwritten corrugated cardboard sign hung inside the glass window, and there were no lights on inside.
She pushed open the door and glanced back at the stunned Ding Xun.
A woman appeared in Ding Xun's pupils. She was about thirty years old, with her jet-black hair tied in a low bun. She was leaning against the window, with a dark green scarf draped over her arm. She supported herself with one hand and pressed the other to her chest. On her ring finger was a gold ring wrapped with red thread.
The woman smiled gently, her gaze meeting Shekh's in Ding Xun's eyes.
The hand on her chest shifted, one leg parted, and the middle and ring fingers pressed against her skin as they probed downwards.
Shehe remained unmoved by the winds, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at Ding Xun held a different meaning.
You can't judge a book by its cover; it turns out he likes this style.
The voluptuous and alluring mature woman bit her lip and reached out towards Ding Xun, but halfway there, her face suddenly began to rot. Her pitted skin lost its sexiness, and she let out a pleading scream, only to turn into a handful of ashes in the wind.
The sound of a slap was crisp. Ding Xun slapped himself, and facing Shekh's gaze, he said, "...I really didn't think anything, she just appeared on her own..."
This is what it feels like to have something to say but can't explain it. Ding Xun really saw the woman doing this as soon as he walked over. He can't compare to the big shots, but he can't let his lust get the better of him in the dungeon and think about these things.
Especially under these circumstances, how much thought must he have had to think about this?
Ding Xun: "You believe me..."
His rebuttal was somewhat weak, at which point Zhuo Jiajia spoke up, "What she said is true."
Ding Xun, She He, and Shi Jinzhe all turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jiajia made a delicate gesture with her fingers, brushing her cheek against her hair as she tidied it, her voice softer and more alluring than ever before.
"Go in."
Ding Xun silently took a step outward, and Zhuo Jiajia was caught in the trap.
Shekh showed no surprise: "Who are you?"
“Me? I’m the person you’re looking for.” [Zhuo Jiajia] took a step forward to get closer to Ding Xun. “Why aren’t you looking at me? You’re the only one here who’s seen the real me.”
She touched Ding Xun's hand, but her hand was burned by a golden light.
[Zhuo Jiajia] pressed her reddened fingertips; her complexion was very bad.
A salty, fishy wind emanated from her body, and bright red blood streamed from her eyes. Blood quickly seeped from her entire body, soaking her clothes red in no time, and her crescent-shaped eyes continued to weep blood.
In the darkness, the soft, alluring voice faded away, and Zhuo Jiajia fell backward, dying with her eyes wide open.
"Is he... dead?" Ding Xun's face tightened.
"She's dead." Shi Jinzhe collected her body and said, "She died after you asked her that question halfway there."
The thirty-year-old woman that Ding Xun first saw had actually been nearby all along, right on the body of the dead Xue Ge. He discovered the problem during his first examination.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have used gold thread to weave a cage and lock both corpses inside; he was trapping this woman.
Zhuo Jiajia kept touching her neck; by the time she first sensed something was wrong, it was too late to save her.
Doubt took root in her heart, and once this emotion arose, the black mist could gradually guide her to develop negative emotions.
When Gu Li and the other two died, she was the only one with the strongest thirst for knowledge who spoke first. No matter what the desire was, as long as there was a thought of "wanting", it was easy to be invaded by the black mist without realizing it.
Shi Jinzhe speculated that Zhuo Jiajia relaxed her vigilance because she was afraid of amplifying her psychological projections and only regarded the abnormality as her own imagination. She did indeed guard against the red forces.
However, it was the black mist that had been driving her fear, and this relaxation only made things worse.
With two external bosses, ordinary players simply cannot clear this dungeon. The fear and psychological impact are difficult to separate; you can defend against one, but there's always another one.
Seeing that Zhuo Jiajia's body had been destroyed, Sheh asked Shi Jinzhe, "Did you find anything?"
"Yes, but it was a bad outcome."
As Shi Jinzhe spoke, he pushed open the door and entered the shop, "The black mist invaded Zhuo Jiajia first, but it was the red woman who took over her body..."
"So Black and Red have joined forces." Shekh immediately understood.
She created a new space in the cramped shop, and while speechless, she understood the situation: "Because we took Zhuo Jiajia's life from them."
"Yes, in this instance where the cause of death and taboos cannot be found, this act is no less than a challenge. Coupled with the black mist's fear and covetousness towards you, their struggle has paused, and they have united against a common enemy."
Shi Jinzhe shrugged. "Perhaps the black mist has shared your specialness; they're all craving you now... or maybe... me too."
Schech forced a "gentle" smile. "That's a great idea of yours, sending us both to someone else's dinner table."
"...Plans can't keep up with changes. Things have come to this, let's wait and see." Shi Jinzhe really didn't expect the red boss to have such a strong sense of crisis, turning him to defect so easily.
He smoothed his hair back and pondered with Sheikh what the red woman was all about.
Shehe told Shi Jinzhe what she saw, saying that the woman who occupied Zhuo Jiajia's body was bold and open, which did not quite match the self-pitying persona she had initially imagined.
The two discussed in hushed tones while observing the shelves, paying little attention to Ding Xun standing in the corner.
He listened halfway through, barely understanding anything, and his heart sank.
The two foreign bosses were chasing after Jinzhe and Sheh.
Good heavens, he crouched down, wondering if he must have blown up the galaxy in his past life to be captured and sent to this damn instance.
Ding Xun scratched his head in anguish. Just then, he noticed a yellowed cardboard card peeking out from under the old wooden shelf.
He pulled out the paper card and found it was only half full. Ding Xun flipped it over and clearly saw the three large characters "Marriage Certificate".
“Look at this,” he quickly stood up, “the bride’s name has been torn off, but the groom’s name is clearly written: Sun Ao.”
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