Fortunately, Cen Yu has this thing in his memory.
He turned on the TV, connected the DVD player, and finally put the disc in.
The two of them stood behind the counter of the DVD shop, in this millennium-old DVD rental store, watching a movie that was supposedly haunted.
However, neither disc could be read.
“As expected,” Cen Yu said.
He took the disc out.
The movie couldn't be shown, of course, because there was never a movie to begin with; it was a story from their past. However, their ending certainly wasn't that the protagonist with a split personality was killed by his head.
Soon, business hours passed again, and it was 3 a.m. inside the store. That head arrived precisely on time—
Cen Yu reacted quickly and grabbed the head of the animal that was bouncing around in the store.
"Do you want revenge?" he asked, pressing down on the head.
Her head struggled again, seemingly expressing anger, but also indicating that she agreed with Cen Yu's suggestion.
“I’ll take you to him.” Cen Yu cupped his head in his hands, looking into the head’s eyes, “to make that ending a reality.”
...
"Joe's in trouble," someone joked.
The brown-haired man who had bought the angel looked at Joe. "Don't be too cruel," he said. "I still need to finish my work." He had already found a piece of indigo fabric that would be perfect for dressing Cen Yu as the Virgin Mary, but he hadn't found the Child yet.
“That blond brat might be a suitable candidate for the Holy Son, but he’s a bit too old…” He was naturally referring to Ryan’s brother.
“He’s dead,” Joe said, squinting. “He died 20 years ago.”
Joe pushed up his glasses and looked at Cen Yu and that head in the live stream. He chuckled, as if he thought it was wishful thinking for the lowly people in the degenerate zone and the mutants in the mutated zone to want to kill him.
“Let’s make a bet, folks,” Joe said. “Let’s see…” He couldn’t remember the girl’s name, so he skipped it, “whether their revenge will succeed.”
...
In Jiang Min's restaurant, the middle-aged man did not refresh the menu for the new day.
The same applies to the monkeys; it seems that monsters killed by players don't respawn, and the remaining team members, as they had previously agreed, dealt with the "customers" in their respective shops.
Everyone could see the exit of the shopping street.
Cen Yu tucked the head into the hood of his cloak, which drove the monkey crazy.
"Are we really going to take a head on the road?!" He broke down.
"You stinky monkey!" the head immediately cursed upon hearing this.
"It's still a head with very poor quality!"
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