Chapter 13: Mental Hospital is easy, easy! ...
[Fuck, it's so easy to get the first key? ]
【It’s so easy, so easy! 】
[What a great Uncle Mao! The key is that Jie Xiu actually claimed this title. Don't be ridiculous!]
[Prometheus: Did my blind grandfather say anything? ]
[Hahahaha Blind Grandpa, Uncle Mao, I laugh every time I see it! [Reward points]]
[Zizi is indeed a master at naming. Not to mention, each one is very appropriate hahaha [Reward points]]
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Jie Xiu carried Gu Rong on his back for a stroll around the mental hospital. When the reading time was almost over, he took the kid back to the library.
Looking at Gu Rong's ghostly state, Jie Xiu also kindly warned: "Little ghost, don't let the other managers find out that you are a little ghost. Otherwise, they won't be as kind as me, uncle, and will definitely throw you into the dark forest in the back mountain to feed the little monsters."
Gu Rong sat on Jie Xiu's shoulder, tilting his head: "What little monster?"
He had been to the black forest in the back mountain before, but didn't see any little monsters.
Jie Xiu snorted twice and didn't elaborate: "In short, you can't go wrong if you listen to your Uncle Mao!"
Gu Rong was very sensible and sweet-mouthed, and said in a baby voice, "Rong Rong, listen to Uncle Mao!"
Jie Xiu's eyes lit up, and the more he looked at the little cub, the more satisfied he became. He carried him into the library.
There are still five minutes left before the end of the reading. Except for Jie Xiu who has the ability to see ghosts, no one else can see Gu Rong in ghost form.
Jie Xiu squatted down, took Gu Rong off his shoulder, and placed him on the ground gently.
Gu Rong staggered and stood firm on the ground.
To prevent others from getting suspicious, Jie Xiu didn't say anything. Instead, he patted his head and signaled him to return to his body with his eyes.
Gu Rong held the bristle brush in his small fleshy hands. His opinion of Jie Xiu had completely changed. He knew that he just looked like a giant monster, but he was good to Rong Rong.
Nodding: "Well, thank you Uncle Mao!"
After saying that, he turned around, took a step forward with his short legs, and ran back to Zhuang Yuchen with a smile.
Zhuang Yu and Shen Hanxiao took turns holding the book to protect Gu Rong throughout the whole process, and their hands became numb from holding it.
The little cub on the table was sleeping soundly, his little face was flushed from sleep, and he showed no signs of waking up.
Whenever Prometheus passed by, he would glare at this side, then snort, and then walk away.
Chen Hanxiao and Zhuang Yu forced themselves to remain calm, but they were panicking inside and pretended not to notice that Prometheus had discovered that Gu Rong was sleeping.
Gu Rong came to the table and asked 006 to put away the [Hanged Imp] identity card and put the Key of Life into the system backpack.
He returned to his body and woke up with a small yawn: "Big brother, little brother!"
Seeing Gu Rong wake up, Zhuang Yu and Shen Hanxiao both breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Hanxiao tutted his words: "Little devil, you can really sleep. My arm holding the book is almost broken."
Zhuang Yu shook his stiff arms and smiled as he slicked back Gu Rong's hair.
Gu Rong said crisply: "Thank you, big brother, thank you, little brother!"
He rolled up his sleeves, pinched Shen Hanxiao's shoulders with his little hands, and punched Zhuang Yu's legs with his little fists. After pinching and punching, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
Zhuang Yu: “…”
Shen Hanxiao: "..."
Little clever ghost.
Not far away, Prometheus glared over here again, then snorted coldly and walked away with his hands behind his back.
With only one minute left before the end of the reading, something strange happened.
Bracelet No. 3413 belongs to a male player. When Prometheus passed by with his hands behind his back, he grabbed Prometheus's hands, which were behind his back.
He observed Prometheus for a long time and saw that he kept his palms closed, as if he was hiding something in his hands, such as a key or something, so he decided to take a risk and see what he was holding.
He's just a blind old man after all. Even if he gains nothing, he won't lose anything.
The male player just touched Prometheus' left wrist, and the next second, Prometheus paused, then turned his head and smiled at him.
Male player: “…”
The male player was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw Prometheus open his right hand, which had been behind his back, and an eye appeared in the palm of his right hand.
A blood-red eye, the eyeball still spinning wildly.
The male player's pupils trembled. As soon as he looked into the eye, he was quickly petrified. Starting from his head, it spread to his whole body, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a sculpture.
“…”
Deathly silence.
Oh my God, this, this, this...this is too scary!
How can there be eyes on the palm of your hand? And if you look at them, you will be petrified?
What's even more terrifying is that after the male player turned into a sculpture, the color of the bracelet on his wrist changed from light purple to light blue, instead of the gray of death.
He turned into an NPC, but he is not dead yet!
Seeing this scene, the players' faces became even uglier.
In this situation, death is actually a relief. If one is not dead, if one's consciousness still exists... one can only survive as an immobile sculpture...
The players' faces turned pale, and a chill ran down their spines to the top of their heads.
They looked at the human sculptures placed throughout the library.
These overly realistic sculptures seem to have an explanation.
And now, player No. 3413 has become one of them.
Prometheus had closed his hands, and his old face, eyeless and like dry bark, faced everyone.
Prometheus's face darkened after being repeatedly offended. He pointed at the library door and said unhappily, "Today's reading ends here. Get out of the library within one minute."
Everyone: “…”
Just get out!
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After leaving the library, it was time for dinner and everyone headed to the cafeteria in a daze.
Each NPC is more powerful and terrifying than the last. How are they supposed to get the key? There's probably no way they can survive.
Everyone sighed.
What they couldn't understand even more than Prometheus's eyes not on his face but on his hands was how someone could be so suicidal as to dare to confront an NPC head-on.
Okay, I’ll be defeated in minutes.
The player felt a chill when thinking of the countless sculptures in the library.
Compared to the worried players, Gu Rong is much more carefree.
Finally able to eat, Gu Rong put his arms behind his back, raised his head and rushed forward. From behind, he looked like a running little penguin.
All the players had sad faces and couldn't help but envy the little cub.
As Gu Rong was running, he suddenly knelt down on his knees and then fell to the ground, changing from running to crawling on the ground.
Gu Rong can't run fast, but he is the best at climbing.
You know what, the kid climbed up very quickly, bang bang bang, like a small cannonball attacking.
Everyone: “…”
006: [……]
Live broadcast room: [……]
It’s so funny, it seems the little guy is really hungry.
Zhuang Yu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he walked forward and picked up the little ball crawling on the ground.
Gu Rong brushed the dust off his hands and sighed as if he was very tired.
Zhuang Yu: “…”
006 said: [Little host, we can also go scare players tonight to earn points. Ten thousand each time. There is no hard and fast requirement. It is up to you whether you accept or not.]
Scaring players is a long-term small task that can be done all the time, but the points are not many. The first time is 50,000 points, and after that it is only 10,000 points each time. But no matter how small the mosquito leg is, it is still meat.
Despite his young age, Gu Rong was very dedicated and nodded: [Go, little one!]
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At night, Gu Rong sat on the hospital bed with his legs crossed, and finally remembered something: [Where are Brother No-Face, Uncle Long Tongue, and Uncle Skeleton gone?]
They went to the Black Forest behind the mountain together. 006 has returned, so why haven’t they returned yet?
Before 006 was blocked, he saw three NPCs turned into dust.
Hearing this, he didn't know how to tell the host, so he simply kept silent: [Um, I don't know either. I was locked up in the dark room at the time... Host, it's getting late. Should we get ready and go scare the players?]
Gu Rong nodded and showed the straw he hadn't seen in a long time: [Hmm, scare the players and suck their blood!]
Although he said he could not suck blood, Gu Rong's face was determined. He must drink blood tonight.
Gu Rong even set small goals for himself.
One person drinks today, two people drink tomorrow, and a maximum of five people drink. This way, there will be someone to drink blood from every day, so that people will not miss out on drinking, nor will they drink too much.
006's eyelids jumped: [Little host...]
Just as he said "little host", his voice stopped abruptly.
Gu Rong said "Huh" in confusion and called out "006" twice in his mind, but got no response.
The same situation as in the black forest behind the mountain appeared again.
At this moment, another familiar and playful voice sounded in his mind:
"Little follower, why are you slacking off here instead of helping me find the key?"
Gu Rong was stunned. When he heard the voice of the devil, which was still ringing in his mind, he patted his head with his little hands, trying to knock him out.
devil:"……"
The devil asked, "What are you doing?"
Seeing that nothing came out of his mind, Gu Rong stopped and asked curiously, "Why are you talking in my mind?"
The devil snorted coldly: "You rude little follower, you have to pay your respects to me when you see me."
Gu Rong pouted. He hated it most when people said he was impolite. Rongrong was polite!
The devil looked at the chubby little ball, which was holding a straw in its little hand and had a delicate white face. Well, it was worthy of being his little follower.
Seeing that Gu Rong remained silent, the devil said, "Little follower, why don't you pay your respects to me?"
Gu Rong thought of her mission, clasped her hands together, and bowed to the sky: "Sir Devil!"
The devil hummed, quite satisfied.
The live broadcast room was about to explode.
[Holy shit, oh shit, did Zizi actually get the [Devil's Henchman] ID card?]
[Who is Zizi talking to? Why can't I hear the other person talking, and can't I see anyone else? It's just Zizi himself!]
[Didn't Zizi say it was the devil speaking in his head? So, it must be the devil. But, what the hell is that Zizi putting his hands together and bowing? And the devil? Phew, so childish.]
[This is hilarious! Could there really be a devil calling himself Devil-sama?]
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devil:"……"
The devil can also see the panel in front of him and the barrage on the panel through Gu Rong's eyes.
"Don't call me Lord Devil anymore!"
The devil suppressed his anger and said unhappily.
Gu Rong tilted his head and frowned: "What did that kid call you?"
The devil thought for a moment and said, "Call me Lord Lu."
Gu Rong didn't bother to worry about what to call him. He would just call him whatever he was called. He changed his tone crisply: "Yes, Lord Lu!"
Just like calling someone's name, he really thought the devil's name was "Sir So-and-so".
Live broadcast room: [……]
How did he become Lord Lu again?
Is this devil a three-year-old child? How can he be so childish?
The funniest thing is that the kid actually cooperated!
Lord Lu and Lord Devil are equally immature.
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