Reality, in an apartment in an unknown province or city.
Bailing woke up in bed and felt the sunlight shining through the window on her cheeks, which felt slightly warm.
She raised her hand and touched her face, pinching it hard.
pain!
I am not dead.
The Final Gate is real.
Survived again!
Her eyes first lit up with joy and she laughed out loud, but then the smile froze on her face and slowly faded away.
He looked up at the snow-white roof with lifeless eyes.
“Why choose Him?”
Cheng Shi’s questions kept circling in her mind, and she still remembered her answers.
"Isn't it because I like it?"
Yes, isn’t it because I like it?
But...what do you like?
She slowly stood up and took off her clothes as she did at the end of the previous trial. She stood in front of the mirror without any covering, turning around and looking at the marks left by [Filth] on her body.
The feeling of embracing desire is not unpleasant, but do you really like it?
Maybe.
Bailing smiled self-deprecatingly and walked towards the bathroom.
This is an old and dilapidated apartment, but thanks to the joint prayers of the surrounding players, the hot water supply is still sufficient.
She turned the shower head to the maximum volume and the highest temperature, letting the hot water pour over her body, burning her skin red.
She kept rubbing her hands on her body, even though she couldn't rub anything off the red skin, she still kept rubbing with force.
This "torture" ended only when I collapsed in the bathroom, exhausted, and fell asleep.
In her dream, she seemed to have returned to the day when the "Gods" descended. Looking at the only choice before her, Bailing asked ignorantly:
"I believe in you, what should I do?"
She still remembers that enchanting voice.
[Body, power, money, selfishness, greed, laziness... everything will be the desire you can pursue]
"But I... don't want to hurt anyone else."
【Then give it to others and bring joy】
Happy?
From that day on, a sensual hunter who pursued "physical indulgence" was born.
She never hurt anyone, she only brought...
Joy.
After an unknown number of hours, Bai Ling slowly woke up.
A smile appeared on her face again. She slowly stood up, dried her body, chose a new suit in the fitting room, and put it on slowly.
For players, there is only one destination for old clothes, and that is the trash can.
But Bailing never throws away her clothes. Each dress is like a videotape of memories, reminding her of the details of every trial.
She hung up the skirt carefully and arranged it meticulously, while recalling every scene that had just happened.
But just as she was smoothing her skirt, she suddenly found a letter in the gap between the corners of her skirt.
A letter written on the pages of a book.
Bailing covered her mouth in shock. She pulled out the letter in disbelief and unfolded it tremblingly.
The beautiful handwriting on the letter came into her eyes one by one.
"An invitation letter from the Fire…Bearer?"
...
Reality, in a classroom in an unknown province or city.
Fang Shiqing picked up the chalk and skillfully drew a symbol on the blackboard.
The moment she put pen to paper, the blackboard suddenly twisted into a pure black door. Without hesitation, she walked into the door with a determined look.
There is endless emptiness on the other side of the door.
The moment she stepped in, invisible stairs rose up under her feet, leading her to the designated place.
After walking only a few dozen steps, Fang Shiqing saw a "person" sitting opposite him, a "person" sitting high up in the air, looking down at her, outlined by a burning candle.
Feeling the gaze of this "person", Fang Shiqing shook her head and smiled bitterly:
"Do you have to be so grandiose?"
"Qingqing, this is what I deserve. I opened up this passage that even the Gods can't see to help you communicate with each other. Shouldn't you praise me every time we meet?"
“Stop, stop, stop. Praise you, praise the great [Flame of Hope]. But please don’t call me Qingqing anymore. It’s so disgusting that it makes me numb.”
"Okay, Qingqing."
"......" Fang Shiqing rubbed her forehead helplessly, "Is he here?"
"Here it comes, right in front."
Fang Shiqing nodded and was about to leave, but she stopped after taking two steps and turned back, asking with a puzzled look on her face:
"By the way, why don't you call him 'XinXin'?"
"......"
The candlelight man paused and replied awkwardly:
"I'm afraid he'll beat me..."
"Pfft." Fang Shiqing really couldn't help laughing out loud, and even her steps became much lighter afterwards.
Not long after, she saw the tall man in a bright hall.
"You look so happy, what's the good news?"
"Are you hurt?" Fang Shiqing frowned slightly.
"It's just a minor injury, no big deal. I ran into the chosen one of [Defiled] and fought with him twice."
The man said it lightly, but just thinking about the danger involved would reveal how terrifying it is.
The difficulty of the trials in that section is almost beyond the imagination of ordinary players.
Fang Shiqing didn't ask any more questions, just nodded.
"Go ahead, time is precious."
"Well, I sent out two new invitations, one to Doctor Oblivion and one to the Sensory Stalker."
The man raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "A follower of [Foulness]?"
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