"Your Excellency is preparing for prayer and cannot see you today."
A cold shoulder?
John, with a stern face, said seriously to Ning Feng:
"But the pastor is kind; he asked me to arrange a guest room for you to rest in tonight."
Ning Feng blinked and took a deep look at the room behind John, which seemed to be hiding some secret.
Suddenly, Ning Feng smiled and nodded without any reluctance.
"That's enough."
Yes, that's enough.
What secrets this place holds is none of my business.
"Please convey my thanks to the pastor."
John's complexion improved, and he led Ning Feng to a small house not far away.
"The priest is willing to believe you, but I will keep an eye on you!"
Even though the pastor said not to worry about it, the militia captain still trusted his gut feeling.
"You big shot living in the city probably don't know this, so let me give you some advice... Don't go out at night!"
Through the crack in the door, the militia captain said coldly:
"If you go out at night, something bad will happen."
"If you don't want to die, stay home obediently."
Clang.
The door was slammed shut, leaving Ning Feng alone in the room, lost in thought, by the light of a kerosene lamp.
"Something bad will happen at night, you hear that..."
"It really feels like a clue or hint for the mission."
It was quite novel; even though the competition was being held in real life, it gave him the feeling of playing an RPG game.
"However, my conversations with them didn't make them feel like programmed robots, nor like well-trained staff..."
"They seem to truly live in this world..."
The Truman Show? Or a paradise on earth?
"Let's leave it at that for now. We don't have enough clues at hand, so I'd better not get involved in this..."
"I'll try to find my [companion] tomorrow; I should be able to get some new information."
Curiosity killed the cat, but Ning Feng is neither a cat nor does he have such a strong sense of curiosity.
They've clearly told you there'll be danger at night, yet you still insist on going out and getting involved in this mess...
Isn't that a sign of illness?
Ning Feng felt he was healthy enough not to do something so irrational.
call.
The lamp wick was gently blown out, and the entire room instantly darkened, with a faint silvery moonlight streaming in through the open window.
Not wanting to go out to wash up, Ning Feng, who had been traveling all day, didn't go to bed but just sat on a stool and closed his eyes.
It's not very safe here, so it's best to remain vigilant.
"Let's rest for a bit first..."
He handed over one of the giant wolf's canine fangs, while Ning Feng had hidden the other one on his person, and now he held it in his hand.
Just as Ning Feng was slowly calming his mind and gradually entering a meditative state...
[Attention all participants!]
Suddenly opening his eyes, Ning Feng pulled out the fangs hidden in his bosom and cautiously looked around.
Where did that sound come from?
...In my heart?
The emotionless voice continued, ignoring his nervousness:
A total of 965 participants successfully entered the first night!
[Congratulations everyone! You have qualified for the first stage of the prizes!]
[The Star Chaser competition has now officially begun!]
The voice that resonated deep within my heart gradually changed its tone, becoming distant and profound, as if telling an ancient story:
Night brings change.
Under the crimson moon, everything will return to its original state.
As the moonlight streaming in through the window turned blood-red, Ning Feng's dark eyes gradually brightened in the dark room.
Gradually becoming...
Crimson red, like blood!
---Aside---
Yesterday was the chef's birthday, and our company had a team-building barbecue on the rooftop of the apartment building. They insisted on drinking...
I drank about half a bottle of red wine. I hadn't drunk any in a long time, so I felt a little dizzy.
That's not the point. The point is that I was woken up by mosquito bites after I got back, and I finally went to sleep around 5 a.m.
Today I also cut off my hair that I had been growing for almost a year, which took more than two hours.
My mind has been blank all day; I can only manage a minimum of 4,000 words today.
Moreover, the book's subscription rate has been terrible lately. Even though I've been writing 10,000 words a day for four days, the subscription rate hasn't improved.
It's really mentally taxing.
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