It was still raining outside. Yu Qirong walked to the door of the store, opened her umbrella, and looked up at the dark night sky.
The raindrops fell down, as if blocking Yu Qirong's way.
"Yu Qirong." The foreman behind him called him and looked at his thin and straight back with concerned eyes. "It's raining so hard. No matter what happens, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Behind the foreman was a warm greenhouse, and the weather outside was damp and cold.
Yu Qirong stepped into the outside world where water and sky met without looking back.
There was almost no one on the street. No one would choose to go out in such bad weather. Most people would hide in their warm beds, holding a thermos filled with hot water, and have a good sleep.
Yu Qirong walked silently through the streets, like an outsider who didn't fit in.
He was an outsider.
He was not wandering around aimlessly, but was slowly approaching the thicker black fog based on his intuition.
The moment he stepped out of the supermarket door, something was unbearable. The sky was dark and seemed to be pressing down, and it was not just the dark clouds.
It was raining heavily, and before long the water level rose to the top of Yu Qirong's shoes. He frowned slightly, the damp and cold feeling seemed to penetrate into his bones.
The raindrops splashed ripples on the water surface, the calm mirror surface was constantly broken, and the mirror ghost's movements were also restricted.
The reason why I brought the Mirror Ghost along this time was just because when Yu Qirong was about to enter the base, the Mirror Ghost just happened to come out from the mirror in the bathroom of the villa, so it was a convenient thing.
Apart from the mirror ghost, he only has himself.
It was the first time that Yu Qirong encountered such a helpless situation. Although he knew that his identity was different from that of other players, at least he had companions among them.
Yu Qirong's calm face was reflected on the water, but was shattered by the raindrops. Yu Qirong was silent for a long time. He could feel that there were some things around him that were ready to move, like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity, ready to swarm out as soon as he relaxed his will.
The knuckles holding the umbrella handle turned slightly white. Yu Qirong's eyes flashed and he threw the umbrella in a certain direction. The tip of the umbrella pierced through a cloud of black mist, passed through it, and then fell into the water, never to be seen again.
His action was like an order. The surrounding black fog instantly occupied the space around Yu Qirong, as if all the dark clouds in the sky had fallen down, forming an airtight dark room.
Sure enough, it was the work of the Lord God.
Yu Qirong's eyes darkened, and he looked at the various ghosts in the black fog, and only frowned slightly. If all the preparations before were for now, then it would be too simple. Ghosts have never been his fear.
These things can't stop him.
The high-risk NPC Yu Qirong has been the talk of the town these days.
The Lord God broadcast his copy video to everyone live, and even forced it to be played on the big screen in "Coming and Going". Regardless of the identity of the people inside or the way it was displayed, this was the first time.
Some people planned to learn some tricks to pass the level, but ended up watching Yu Qirong work as a supermarket cashier for a day.
Soon, people discovered that Yu Qirong's world was extremely similar to their real world. Before the ghost actually appeared, they even thought that the Lord God had sent this high-risk NPC to the real world.
But the little ghost was too harmless, and was suppressed by Yu Qirong in an instant, unable to flutter. What happened later was even more excessive, as if all the things had happened to Yu Qirong and only happened to the people around him.
Other players in the main city asked themselves, if they were allowed to stay in this quasi-real world without any life-threatening situation, it would be okay.
Later, some people even opened a bet, betting whether Yu Qirong would just give up, abandon the mission and lie down in the copy.
But Yu Qirong seemed to have a different way of thinking from them, and he insisted on leaving the supermarket. The NPC supervisor's hint was so obvious, but he still chose to go to the tiger mountain. Now he was trapped by the ghost, and he probably couldn't get out.
"What's the meaning of the Lord God showing us this?" A person in "Laiqu" looked at the scene of Yu Qirong fighting with the ghost on the screen and couldn't help but twitching his mouth.
He couldn't bear to watch it. Without any props to protect himself, no matter how powerful this NPC was, he couldn't defeat a hundred people alone, right?
"What's the point? Maybe this NPC destroyed too many copies some time ago, and they can't save face. Now they catch him and want to execute him to scare the monkeys." Another person replied.
"We players can't beat him. He's just an NPC..." The man didn't say anything else. He probably felt that it was not a good thing to ridicule Yu Qirong under such circumstances. He just sighed at the end.
As the figures swayed, in the shadow of the "Laiqu" corner, sat a man with a cold face. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his dark and deep eyes were fixed on the man with white hair and red eyes on the big screen.
His eyes were sinister and cold, yet filled with hidden worries. When he saw Yu Qirong accidentally resisting and getting hurt by the ghost next to him, he crossed his fingers even harder, and his knuckles turned pale.
He knew it was better for him not to show any concern, but his heart was tightening all the time so he couldn't do that.
He also knew that this injury was nothing to Yu Qirong and it couldn't stop him, but he couldn't help but deepen the furrow between his eyebrows when he saw the red spot.
He liked to see the dazzling and fiery red in Yu Qirong's eyes, but he was not happy to see this color appear next to Yu Qirong.
Tang Xingfei forced himself to look away. Opposite him sat Lu Zichu.
"Ah, Yu Qirong is really cruel to himself, deliberately exposing his weaknesses."
Lu Zichu sighed, he was not too worried. After all, he knew Yu Qirong's strength very well. Bleeding was also Yu Qirong's way of suppressing the black fog. Yu Qirong might have realized his strong suppression on the black fog.
Lu Zichu crossed one leg with a smile on his face. He glanced at Tang Xingfei and saw that he had a bad look on his face. He said jokingly, "No way. You lost your temper just because he got a little hurt? If the Lord God was here, you would have been exposed."
"..." Tang Xingfei looked at Lu Zichu gloomily, and his lips moved slightly: "Shut up, of course you won't understand something that has never been chosen."
Lu Zichu suddenly put his legs down and looked towards Tang Xingfei with great momentum. He was holding the glass full of beer in his hand with such force that he almost broke it.
Tang Xingfei knew where his pain points were, and he spoke harshly to poke at them without any mercy.
The two people's eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the quiet air.
Not long after, Lu Zichu seemed to have thought of something. He leaned back, leaned against the backrest, squinted his eyes and said mischievously: "Forget it, aren't you also a poor guy who was abandoned? Which one is more pitiful, a stray dog or a stray dog?"
Lu Zichu didn't care at all that he was also scolded.
Tang Xingfei's pure black pupils looked at him threateningly, like an angry lion, waiting for the prey to reveal a weakness so as to strangle it.
Lu Zichu didn't want to have a head-on conflict with him. Although he was quite confident in his own strength, he had more important things to do next and he couldn't let down at that time.
Thinking of this, Lu Zichu not only did not feel that Tang Xingfei in front of him was a threat, he even felt a little pity for him.
The winner this time will be Lu Zichu.
Neither of them looked at the big screen. In fact, after Yu Qirong was injured, the outcome of this battle, which was already characterized by a huge disparity in strength, became even more obvious.
Yu Qirong only looks weak and vulnerable, but in fact, in terms of strength, there are few people who can beat him.
Other people who watched the live broadcast were surprised to find that although Yu Qirong's face was as pale as paper and there was blood on his body, in fact, those ghosts were almost all knocked down by him, and they even seemed to be a little afraid of him. They retreated away from his attacks, but seemed to be driven by something and had to continue attacking.
The audience whispered about their discoveries, but no one could give a reasonable explanation for these phenomena, and the final conclusion could only be attributed to the fact that Yu Qirong was a high-risk NPC.
"Did this high-risk NPC win?" someone asked in a low voice.
The other person who had not dared to watch from the beginning was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at the big screen.
Yu Qirong on the screen was still breathtakingly beautiful, even though her body was covered in blood. Her snow-white hair was wet from the rain and stuck obediently to the back of his neck, but her eyelashes were wet, making her look even more charming when she blinked.
His face was pale, but the pair of scarlet eyes in his eye sockets were full of vitality, which made people subconsciously feel surprised.
"He really won? He defeated all those ghosts in the dungeon? There were at least hundreds of them, how could he defeat them all?"
The sound of surprise from the audience continued, and reached the ears of Tang Xingfei and Lu Zichu. Tang Xingfei's frown relaxed, and he picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip.
Lu Zichu maintained the same posture as at the beginning, leaning against the backrest and glancing at Yu Qirong on the screen with an ambiguous look.
After a while, he kicked the table between him and Tang Xingfei to attract Tang Xingfei's attention. "I'm going to the toilet. As a colleague, is it okay for you to help me pay the bill?"
Tang Xingfei looked at him gloomily and said nothing.
Lu Zichu ignored his reply, put down the cup in his hand, stood up and walked away.
The audience was still amazed at Yu Qirong's victory, but the big screen suddenly went black and everything disappeared.
"What does that mean? Is the Lord God so angry that he doesn't allow us to watch it?" the audience protested.
"It's so funny. I guess the Lord God originally thought he had won, but now he can't hold back his pride anymore."
Not long after, the screen suddenly flashed and the picture appeared again.
Tang Xingfei glanced at the screen, paused in his action of holding the cup, quickly stood up and walked to the toilet, pushed open the door of the men's toilet one by one, and then his eyes darkened completely.
There was no one there. Lu Zichu also followed into the dungeon.
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