Chapter 39 (Update 1)
For a kind-hearted kid like Paopao, the game is extremely fragmented.
On the one hand, he knew it was just a game, and that killing people and monsters was merely the fragmentation of data waiting to be reassembled. Therefore, during the T21 mission, and the subsequent process of burying the bodies and harvesting the gold, he showed no signs of mercy.
On the other hand, the overly realistic effects of the holographic game made it difficult for him to be cruel to the weak, even if the other party was just a virtual NPC.
Paopao was only 18, so he was more or less a teenager. Teenagers naturally have a childish chauvinism, and they develop an inexplicable desire to protect the weak.
An Rou had already seen through this and stopped him from talking any more. She acted like a boss and forced him to log off.
After all, it’s past get off work time.
An Younian couldn't lie down in bed anymore, so he walked out of the room, still thinking about continuing to set up a stall to sell buns, but An Rou pressed him down on the dining table in the living room.
The room was decorated with so much splendor that he felt uneasy. He glanced around and saw the rug spread against the wall.
"Rou Rou, where...are you planning to sleep?" An Younian finally realized there was only one bed in the room. "No, no, Daddy can sleep on the floor, and Rou Rou can sleep on the bed. The mattress is too soft, and Daddy won't be comfortable sleeping there. Sleeping on the floor is just perfect..."
As he spoke, he sat down on the ground and said in surprise: "Hey, this blanket is quite soft..."
An Rou hurriedly pulled him up.
When running offline, you become invisible, not disappear. With him as a cushion, how can you not be soft?
He pushed An Younian back to the dining table and laid the napkin.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and a waiter in a white shirt and black vest came in, pushing a food cart. Beneath the polished stainless steel lid were two steaks smothered in sauce. Next to them was a bottle of decanted red wine.
An Rou thanked him and waited for the waiter to leave before pouring An Younian a glass of red wine.
The sound of clinking glasses together is crisp and pleasant.
"The last time Dad came to the farm, I didn't know he could drink. Today, Rourou will have a drink with Dad."
An Younian rubbed his hands on his trouser legs again and again, then picked up the red wine glass with a smile: "Rou Rou has grown up and become successful, hehe."
After taking a sip, his chubby face deflated, but he said insincerely: "It tastes good, it tastes good."
An Rou burst out laughing, took his cup and put it aside. She then took out a bottle of Lotus White from under the dining cart.
"Oh, why did you buy two bottles? That's such a waste! Rourou, stop opening it—Hey!"
An Younian felt distressed, but after drinking some more white wine, his complexion finally returned to normal.
The farm where Anrou used to work had a wine cellar, and the owner had a collection of valuable red wines. When she was hooking up with the owner's son, she found opportunities to drink quite a bit, and gradually fell in love with the taste of red wine.
But this time, she accompanied An Younian to drink white wine.
An Younian wasn't used to using a knife and fork, so she cut the steak in front of her and handed it to her. Seeing her daughter so thoughtful, even though An Younian was worried about the money, he still thought the food was delicious.
He was easily drunk when he was in a good mood. Halfway through his meal, he was already shaking his head. An Rou urged him to go to bed. Before he left the table, he finished the rest of the steak, leaving nothing behind.
“Good…delicious…”
Murmuring, I finally fell asleep.
An Rou squatted beside the bed, resting her chin on her arm, looking at him quietly.
She herself can dream, but she doesn’t know whether An Younian or other NPCs can dream.
Maybe.
After all, An Younian fell asleep with a smile on his face, and he would talk in his sleep from time to time, saying that he wanted to make money to buy soil for Rourou.
An Rou closed the bedroom door, walked into the living room, poured a glass of red wine, shook it gently, and stood in front of the window.
At night, the neon lights flicker like a glowing colorful scarf covering the town.
This world is a good place.
This world is not good either.
But in the end, it's better than the real world.
Here, she possesses abilities that are unimaginable in the real world, and can do many things that she only dared to think about but not do before.
The clock on the wall is swinging.
Click, click, click.
When the hour hand and minute hand overlapped directly above, An Rou finished the last sip of red wine in the glass.
Lips are bright red.
She raised her face and looked at the dark night sky.
"It's your turn, Baobao."
More than ten kilometers away, a black cloud rose in the inky night.
It moved so fast, like a ray of black light splitting the darkness. When it approached the first light at the town entrance, it suddenly leaped, its huge body seeming to be weightless, and landed lightly on the roof.
Willow Stone Street.
Apart from the dim street lights, the police station located in the middle of the street is the only house with lights still shining through its windows.
All the shops are closed, and the street vendors and pedestrians have mostly dispersed. It would be a waste of effort to continue patrolling.
In several offices of the security station, the documents on the black desks were pushed aside, and the security guards found their seats and spread out the documents in a mess.
A slender bone knife silently pierced through the roof and hung above Xiaoliu's neck.
Perhaps it was the hair that had touched him, causing an itch, so he reached out to scratch it. His palm passed through the bone knife without any hindrance.
Half of his hand fell off, and the fishy and hot liquid sprayed onto his face.
Xiaoliu frowned, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the half-dead hand that had inexplicably disappeared.
The intense pain finally made him realize that he was not dreaming.
Xiaoliu suddenly opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the bone knife got there first and pierced his trachea, sealing all the sounds in his throat.
The faint light of the soul cast a brilliant white light on the bone knife, illuminating his eyes, which were widened beyond human limits due to extreme fear.
After a moment, the bone knife silently retracted. He sat up unsteadily, his mouth drooping on his chin, drooling.
The whole room is filled with the fragrance of the soul.
*
When An Rou woke up, An Younian was no longer in the room. On the bed in the bedroom, the snow-white quilt was neatly folded.
She found An Younian in the parking lot.
—In this era, there were antique cars. As the most luxurious hotel in Zhongsu Town, it had a small parking lot. An Younian's tricycle was parked here.
A waiter was helping to remove the covering.
"Dad," An Rou walked over, "Don't go to the stall today. You haven't had breakfast yet."
An Younian turned around when he heard the voice and called out with a smile, "Rou Rou."
The waiter said to An Rou, "Miss, I've already advised your father. Last night, there was a sudden ghoul outbreak, and eight people died on Liushi Street! Half of the eight security guards at the police station turned into ghouls, and the other half were eaten by them!"
"Luckily, the Ouli and Yinlai gangs arrived quickly and wiped them out, otherwise our town would have been in chaos for a while. Sigh... Anyway, the streets are uneasy right now. On my way to work, I saw many shops closed, saying they would wait and see what happened."
"Yinlai Gang?" An Rou asked.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Oh, miss, you don't know? There's a new gang that was established a few days ago. The mayor even brought their leader on a street tour. Leader Li of the Ouli Gang was also there."
In the eyes of NPCs, a gang is a guild, but will Ouli allow other guilds to enter its territory?
An Rou felt a little strange.
She suppressed the thought and hugged An Younian's arm: "You heard it too, Dad. It's so dangerous to set up a stall now. I'm worried!"
An Younian hesitated for a moment, then let go of the handlebars: "Then... let's go this afternoon."
Even though I have 50,000 yuan in my account, I still can't let go of the idea of making money to help my daughter.
An Rou agreed tentatively. After all, by the afternoon, the bun shop would be back.
She turned around with An Younian, only to see Paopao standing behind them, his face filled with surprise.
"Xiaopao is here too!" An Younian greeted happily.
Paopao looked at An Rou and had to deal with him first: "Hey, Uncle An, I heard that you were in trouble, so I came to see you..."
The two of them sent An Younian back to his room and went out together under the pretext of buying breakfast.
Just as he reached the stairs, Paopao saw that there was no one around and couldn't help asking, "Boss, is that you?"
"Did you hear everything?"
Paopao didn't have a heart of its own. When Anrou asked him to follow the security guards, he knew that this matter would not end well. However, he was not shocked by their death, but how Anrou did it.
"Boss, did you go back to the farm last night?"
"It's the middle of the night and so far away, of course not."
"Then how did you bring sudden wealth here?"
After asking this question, An Rou looked over at him intently. Strangely, she was staring at Paopao, but she seemed distracted, with no focus in her beautiful eyes.
"Gurgle... Tank No. 6 has died for the eighth time." An Rou suddenly brought up an unrelated topic. "Bao Bao, next time he wakes up, just eat him. He might not have two chances to revive him."
After saying that, his dilated pupils suddenly contracted and his gaze focused on Paopao's face again.
An Rou smiled and said, "The cover of cylinder number 6 was punctured by Bao Fu. Remember to make a new one later. Forget it. We are all in town now. I will find time to buy one. It's cheap."
Paopao's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Boss, can you communicate with Baofu over long distances? No, no, can you see what Baofu sees?!"
"I heard it." An Rou smiled slightly.
This is incredible! It's incredible! Being able to communicate with the ghoul's voice is one thing, but actually sharing vision? And from such a distance, over ten miles away!
What skill is this?
He had read countless game materials and thought he knew more about the Soul-Calling Song than many advanced players, but he had never heard of such a skill!
Admiration reached its peak, and Paopao's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Anrou.
That's the look you give a bug.
horrible.
Soul Song has been online for more than 20 years, and has experienced three dungeon launches and mergers. With billions of historical players, no one has ever discovered a bug.
Even the best hackers in the world cannot create any bugs.
Not to mention outsiders, even the official operation of Soul Song, countless people have worked hard for so many years, but have not been able to crack the save black box. As a result, everyone knows that Soul Song has no save records.
In the game information released to the public, those exquisite pictures and thrilling mission processes were all narrated by the parties involved and produced by technical personnel.
Could it be that the boss is even more amazing than these top talents, a genius who hides himself in the city?!
If my brother knew about this, he would probably not be able to hold back his icy face which had remained unchanged for thousands of years and would scream out in excitement.
When he thought of that scene, Paopao couldn't help laughing.
Full of pride.
"What are you laughing at?" An Rou looked at him like a fool.
Paopao coughed awkwardly twice. "Well, boss, revenge has been taken. What's the main task today? Where's Uncle An? Will you come back to the farm with us?"
"Who said revenge has been taken?" An Rou narrowed her eyes, "It's only halfway done."
Paopao didn't know the secret behind An Younian losing his bun shop, and he exclaimed.
"Do you like beautiful women?" An Rou suddenly asked.
Paopao's expression froze, his eyes fell on her fair and flawless face, and he blushed immediately.
An Rou clicked her tongue, a hint of contempt in her eyes.
"man."
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