The centipede did not stop Jiang Ran. Was it because he did not want to, or because he could not?
Although he did not show any fear of the herbal soup, he was, after all, an intelligent being, so he could keep his thoughts to himself.
At such close range, Jiang Ran only needed to give a slight shake to sprinkle the herbal soup onto the centipede. However, doing so would be useless. Jiang Ran had not yet reached the point where he absolutely had to kill it, nor was there any reason for him to waste his herbal soup.
“The relics of the old era will eventually be discarded, and we will take a new step sooner or later.”
"Innovation can only be called innovation if it goes in the right direction; otherwise, it's just an unstoppable disaster." Jiang Ran stopped, turned around, and smiled. "Mr. Centipede, I'll ask you one last question."
Is this the lost city?
"This is the place where our will is passed down. Our civilization has never been interrupted, and it will never be lost," the centipede said proudly. "So the idea of a lost city is utter nonsense! We will never become a lost city. You've probably come to the wrong place, kid."
"Very well, turn back and go find the real lost city. That would be a good thing for you."
"I've said it before, there's no turning back."
After ending his conversation with the centipede, Jiang Ran continued to stroll slowly through the insect nest.
"Hey, Jiang Ran, are we really sure it's okay if we keep going?" Gwen tugged at Jiang Ran's sleeve, asking with some concern, "If this isn't the Lost City, where will we end up if we keep going? Could it be that the rule about not turning back is just wrong, misleading us?"
“Gwen, I flipped a coin before I wanted to turn back.”
"ha?"
“The result is the opposite.” Jiang Ran stared ahead. “So, whatever is deep within this insect hive, whether it is a true lost city or a deadly danger, let me see it with my own eyes.”
"But can we really reach the true Lost City today? After all, the rules state it must be during the day..."
As Gwen said this, she herself was suddenly taken aback.
Yes! The rules say it's during the day, but they didn't say today!
[Rule 3: Traveler, if you find the legendary "Lost City", please enter the city during the day and do not leave the city at night. If you do not have this ambition, please stay in Alice's cabin until the seventh day, and do not leave the area within a kilometer of the cabin during this period.]
If they hadn't reached the Lost City today, they naturally wouldn't have been able to leave it at night. So, if they could find a place to shelter from the night storm, wouldn't they be able to survive the night?
Looking at the insect nests here, most of the insects are exposed. It's uncertain whether the night storm will even reach this place.
Gwen finally understood why Jiang Ran seemed so unhurried. After figuring out the key point, she felt much more at ease. The two rules to be announced tonight might reveal further clues.
Yi Tuoxiang is dead.
When he tried to escape, he found that his whole body was entangled in fine threads. With the slightest struggle, these threads cut into his skin, causing him excruciating pain.
Alice strangled his neck and dragged his body into the bedroom; the scene ends there.
[The Japanese ghost story teller, Yoshito Sho, has died...]
What's even more agonizing is that the family head, who relied on the family to raise an S-rank student with great difficulty, has now been killed without hesitation.
I thought this was a safe world, but safe my ass! Who sent this message that he's going to strangle that guy?!
Aransta also received his first warning from the White Eagle: Alice really does kill! This is no joke.
The White Eagle leadership instructed Alansta to explore as safely as possible. Now that this world is confirmed to be one where one cannot quit midway, the only options are to wait for Jiang Ran to complete the game, or for Alansta to become the one who completes the game himself.
They now truly regret sending Aransta into this world; whether he lives or dies depends entirely on his own efforts.
It's not surprising that Alice would kill people; the problem is that she can't leave this world. Aransta would rather the observers say nothing, since he had no intention of quitting halfway through anyway. This would only add more pressure to him.
“Don’t just stand there. We need to see what’s in the basement before Alice gets back.”
Alansta pushed open the large bed, which took him a lot of effort, and when he tried to open the secret door to the basement, he found that it was locked.
"Where's the key? It can't be on Alice, can it?"
If that's the case, then they're doomed!
“The bad news is that the key is indeed with Alice,” Arceus said with a smile. “But there’s good news too, which is that I discovered it last night.”
"Oh? So you took that key with you, brother?"
"No, that's too dangerous. If Alice checks her keys at any time, wouldn't we be exposed instantly?"
"Huh?" Alansta looked dejected. "Then what do we do? Does that mean we can only stand there and do nothing?"
The key is with Alice. If they want to get the key, they can only get it from Alice. But if Alice comes back, she won't give them a chance to enter the bedroom. You can imagine how difficult that is.
"Wait a minute, if this basement is important to Alice, then she should have a backup key, right? Hey! Brother, did you find a backup key?"
Alansta thought for a moment, "Alsius spent the whole night in Alice's room, how could he have done nothing? Besides, with that smile on his face, he must have found other tools to get into the basement!"
"Alright, alright, I've put it in your pocket. Hurry up and get started."
The netizens in the White Eagle Kingdom naturally couldn't hear the two brothers' telepathic communication. They only saw Alansta stand there in contemplation for a moment, and then take out the spare key to enter the basement from his pocket!
Holy crap! That's incredible!
While netizens were still in shock, Aransta had already successfully opened the secret door and entered the basement.
The basement wasn't as dusty as I'd imagined; it seemed Alice frequented this place and took care of it regularly.
"Hmm? Is something cooking inside?"
This is a small, enclosed space. A large pot is placed here, with a roaring flame burning underneath, simmering a pot of red soup.
"What is this thing?"
Aransta used a large spoon to stir the pot, scooping out only some red plant roots. The red color in the soup was very intense, like fresh blood.
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