107 A Feast of a Hundred Devious Tales (1)
It is an honor to invite you to this Night of a Hundred Ghosts.
Having made their decision, neither of them were the type to change their minds easily. On the contrary, they would only move closer to their predetermined goal, eliminating any enemies who tried to block their way along the way.
Therefore, neither of them cared whether the kill orders issued by the four major guilds were withdrawn, and they entered the game as usual when the time came.
First, they bound their teammates in the game lobby, and then, enduring all sorts of strange and wary stares, they arrived at the entrance to the game instance one after the other.
"Wish us luck," Xie Zeyuan said, before entering the game first.
Qin Fu'an chuckled and raised his hand as well—
[Please select a dungeon——]
[Currently available Tier 2 dungeon types: Normal, Hard, Evil, Competitive, Cooperative, Double Points, Event, Containment...]
Just like the previous instance, the two did not deliberately discuss choosing the same type of instance before entering.
On the contrary, this time, although the two were teammate partners, they didn't really want to be assigned to the same instance.
So they entered the game one after the other in perfect unison.
If you stagger the times, you'll most likely not be matched with the same instance.
Now, Qin Fu'an's gaze fell on the last two options: the activity book and the containment book.
Containment?
If we interpret it literally, it's probably similar to how China treats demons?
To register and manage the demon race and prevent them from leaving their original territories to cause trouble, a Demon Management Bureau was specially established, specifically for powerful demons like Kong Yu.
After briefly imagining it in his mind, Qin Fu'an found this containment book to be quite interesting.
However, his finger honestly selected another activity book.
It sounds more interesting than the Containment Book.
Hopefully, it will be a pleasant event.
[Event-type dungeons are currently undergoing matchmaking—]
[The dungeon is locked. The dungeon shop is now open for a limited time of 5 minutes.]
This time, Qin Fu'an browsed through the online store and discovered something different.
"A mask?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at the frontmost item, which was a brightly colored mask.
It is a purple-grade item, priced at 30,000 Ghost Coins, and has a stock of 1.
The instant he saw the inventory, Qin Fu'an had already clicked to buy.
Fortunately, he hadn't lent all his savings to Xie San beforehand; otherwise, he would have just watched as someone else bought the mask.
The largest portion of the money was spent, so the rest wasn't a big deal.
Qin Fu'an first read the description of the mask.
Transformation - Purple - Cannot be upgraded (This is a ball mask personally designed and meticulously crafted by artisans by Lan Bo, the famous richest man in the Ghost Realm. It allows you to transform into any appearance, including body shape and voice, without any difference. Quickly put it on and attend tonight's grand ball. After wearing it, Charm +20, Divine Sense +5.)
Qin Fu'an: "..."
He regretted it.
He tried to negotiate with the system: "Don't you have any channels for returns and refunds?"
System 023 sneered: "Sorry, dear, we don't offer returns and refunds. However, we do offer returns without refunds. Do you want a return?"
Qin Fu'an: "..."
Never mind, I'll just take it home and let Little Phoenix wear it to play with.
It wasn't that he thought the mask's abilities were useless; on the contrary, many people in the game would definitely fight over it. But he was the great demon Tengshe... born with the ability to transform. Apart from adding 5 points to his divine sense when he wore it, the mask was truly useless to him.
This was also the first time Qin Fu'an had suffered a loss in a transaction.
I ended up suffering because I was too quick to react.
His already meager balance dwindled even further after his impulsive shopping spree.
Qin Fu'an browsed through the product list, decided not to buy anything else, and closed the app.
Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
[Player detected entering dungeon. Live stream will start simultaneously. Please prepare for the live stream.]
[Current instance name: "A Feast of a Hundred Devious Creatures"]
[Current instance type: Event - Multiplayer - Evil Spirit.]
[White doves bring dew-kissed roses to sleeping guests at dawn, while crows caw hoarsely from the rose bushes that cover the castle, heralding the night's feast. Please accept this invitation, distinguished guest; it is an honor to invite you to this Night of a Hundred Tales.]
[Dungeon teleportation in progress—]
The familiar darkness was dispelled by the dim candlelight.
What comes into view is an extremely ancient medieval castle.
As the system notification said, the castle was covered with dense rose vines, and even the tightly closed gate in front of it was covered with rose vines.
They haven't bloomed yet, but looking up, there are tiny buds waiting to bloom everywhere among the vines and leaves, white and pink, which, under the flickering candlelight, have an inexplicable touch of blood-red in the deep black night.
Qin Fu'an looked up and surveyed his surroundings.
There are quite a few people.
But it seems that not all of them are players.
Everyone stood outside the castle; some sat in luxurious carriages, some held their deformed, severed heads, and others were completely unrecognizable...
This made the few players stand out in the crowd.
Qin Fu'an quickly glanced at the players and noticed that Xie Zeyuan was not among them, indicating that they had indeed separated.
But before he could even take a look at the non-players, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, his expression abruptly changed.
The next second, the audience witnessed their favorite streamer perform a miraculous feat of conjuring a live bird from nothing.
Qin Fu'an's gaze was deep and dark, his eerie green eyes making him appear even more dangerous and inhuman than the strange and grotesque creatures nearby. His voice was also chillingly cold: "Qin Xuanyu, you've grown wings, haven't you?"
The little bird, which was only half a month old, knew it had caused trouble. It curled up into a fluffy little ball in Qin Fu'an's palm, listlessly and without making a sound.
Seeing it back down, Qin Fu'an felt a lump in his throat, unable to let go.
There's no need to ask how the little guy got in; it's simply because he wanted to promote the growth of that grass, so he exploited a bug to make up for the time difference, and thus put the grass, along with its flowerpot, into his personal space and brought it into the game.
This audacious little phoenix was brought in by curling up in a ball and burying itself in the soil of a flowerpot.
Seeing that it didn't speak, Qin Fu'an laughed in anger, his cold eyes showing a deep and stern rage towards the cub for the first time.
"say!"
He rarely acts like an ordinary parent, disregarding the occasion and wanting to discipline his unruly child.
His harsh words made the already huddled little ball of fur tremble even more. After a long while, it finally raised its tiny head and said in a pitiful voice, "I... I just didn't want to be abandoned by you, and... I still want to see my other dad!"
Before coming in, Little Phoenix never imagined that her father would bring her directly to another strange world!
It felt wronged, thinking that at most it had gone to the Ghost City or some other place that imprisoned the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Despite feeling wronged, the little phoenix, being born with knowledge, was well aware of how bold its behavior was and how angry it had made its father. So, as soon as it retorted, seeing its father's face turn even uglier, it immediately learned to back down and act cute without any instruction.
It flapped its short wings and flew over, then buried its head in its father's neck, whimpering pitifully as it said it was wrong. The whole process was completely natural and skillful, requiring no instruction from anyone.
Listening to the little guy's soft, tender cries and feeling its warm little bundle curled up in the crook of his neck, Qin Fu'an closed his eyes, suppressing a tiger-like urge to devour its cub.
He finally comforted himself with an old Chinese saying: "Since we're already here..."
Since we're already here, we can't just kill it and use it as fertilizer for the little cloud.
But the punishment should still be imposed.
The boy's expression turned completely cold, his eyes seemingly frozen with an unyielding layer of frost. He reached out and grasped the little phoenix, and as it looked at him with teary eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Since you know you've made a mistake, then you should bear the consequences and punishment you deserve."
Stared at by him with that gaze, the little phoenix shivered inexplicably and suddenly regretted her actions.
It had never seen such a dangerous and fierce expression on Qin Fu'an before.
Never.
If Qin Fu'an had immediately announced the punishment for it, the little phoenix might not have been so terrified. But after saying that, he said nothing more, and under the many questioning and even malicious gazes, he placed the little phoenix back on his shoulder.
The little phoenix didn't dare to ask any questions. It obediently gripped its father's shoulder with its little paws and waited anxiously for a while without any results. Only then did it look around at this new and strange place with unease and curiosity.
Just like the environment of Ghost City, it was gloomy everywhere. From time to time, the hoarse and cold crows or other birdsong could be heard from the darkness in the distance, making the chill that enveloped everyone penetrate into their bones without them even realizing it, making them feel eerily cold even from the cracks in their bones.
Just then, it met a pair of scarlet eyes.
The little phoenix was startled by the suddenly approaching, hungry, and greedy eyes, and instinctively spat out a mouthful of fire.
The opponent clearly did not expect it to attack in this way. Its eyes were caught off guard and burned by the phoenix flames. Even though it screamed and retreated extremely quickly, the phoenix flames that clung to it continued to burn like a bone-deep affliction, making its eyes and body sizzle with a strange and terrifying sound.
The eerie creature, its features indistinct, desperately tried to extinguish the flames on its body, screaming and howling in an attempt to escape the terrifying agony of being on the verge of death. Unfortunately, the phoenix flames were too domineering, and the little phoenix, the instigator, had no intention of retracting them. Qin Fu'an watched this scene with cold indifference...
This strange creature became fuel for the phoenix fire.
As its wailing gradually subsided and disappeared, not even a trace of scorched ashes remained on the ground.
It vanished completely; its body and soul were burned to ashes, disappearing without a trace from this world.
An eerie silence fell over the entrance to the castle, which was covered in roses.
Even the unknown birds that used to screech incessantly in the darkness seemed to have been frightened into silence.
The screen was completely empty. Perhaps the viewers watching the live stream were confused from the beginning, but now they finally understand what kind of terrifying beast this seemingly small, cute, and harmless bird was.
But what's most chilling is Qin Fu'an, whose cold and arrogant eyes and aura make him seem even more formidable than a ferocious beast.
[Author's Note]
Little Phoenix: First kill at the start.
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