Chapter 001: Fu Xuan's Perspective (Revised)
[Guide for players of the wishing game:
1. Successfully pass the level and get corresponding rewards.
2. Gather all the energy and be able to pray and realize any wish.
3. If you die in the game, you will not really die.
4. If you fail to pass the level, you will lose the game qualification and the relevant memory will be erased.
5. Anyone who attempts to reveal the Prayer Game to someone other than a player will lose their game qualification and have their memory erased.
(Friendly reminder: The final right of interpretation of the game belongs to the organizer, please act with caution)]
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Donghe City, Level 1 Strange Domain
The sky was pitch black, with no moon or stars to be seen.
There was no light coming through the windows of different sizes and buildings of different heights, as if they were a pair of dark eyes staring at the wide and flat road below.
There was no one on the quiet street, and the quietly standing street lamps cast dim spots of light on the ground, making other areas seem darker and darker.
It seems that the only lights in the world are these dim and soft lights.
Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a young woman appeared under a street lamp.
She was wearing a loose T-shirt, shorts and sneakers.
She opened her eyes and looked at the world with a serious expression.
As soon as Fu Xuan opened his eyes, he felt unwell.
There is no spiritual energy here, but the dark energy suitable for practicing strange cultivation is too dense. At the same time, the spiritual power inside the body is like a pool of stagnant water, and no matter how it is guided, it will not be moved.
She carefully observed her surroundings. The environment was abnormally quiet and dark. She was undoubtedly in some kind of territory and could be attacked at any time.
According to the white ball of light, the so-called system said that all spiritual treasures and robes cannot be brought into the game.
The magic treasure she carried with her had disappeared, her black hair was disheveled, her robes had turned into an ordinary thin short-sleeved shirt and short hakama, and she was wearing ordinary shoes that could not enable her to jump or float.
A very unfavorable situation.
She rolled her loose hair into a bun, moved sideways, squatted down, and took out something she noticed out of the corner of her eye - a cylindrical object installed at the base of the street lamp.
There were some square characters printed on the column, which were different from the Yingwen she knew.
Before she could study the composition of these characters, lines of Yingwen suddenly jumped out in front of her eyes:
[All two hundred and fifty-seven players have been loaded.
【Welcome to the multiplayer game of Wishing Paradise - "Donghe Ghost". 】
[Game Mission: Work together with other players to clear the ghosts in Donghe City. Each player must make at least ten contributions.]
【contribute:
1. Kill an obsession-level ghost and gain one contribution.
2. Kill a ghost king-level ghost and gain five contribution points.
3. Kill a ghost emperor-level ghost and gain ten contribution points.
(Tips: Assisting in killing an enemy will earn you half of the corresponding contribution points of the target.)]
【Clearance Rewards:
1. Obtain points corresponding to contribution points (points can be used to redeem items and bring them into the original world)
2. Get a promotion opportunity corresponding to your contribution (the contribution ranking list will be opened after your first kill)]
When his eyes fell on the opportunity for promotion, although he had expected it, Fu Xuan's eyes still lit up.
She had mediocre aptitude and had been stuck at the great perfection of foundation building for three years. In order to find an opportunity for a breakthrough, she took a desperate risk and snatched the qualification of others to the secret realm, but ended up being hunted by a large sect.
Not long ago, she was surrounded and about to be caught, and a system calling itself Xiaobai suddenly appeared and invited her to enter the wishing game.
When she heard that she could enter a secret-like world and get a chance to be promoted after passing it, she agreed without hesitation.
If she's lucky, by the time she leaves the game, the siege that was hunting her down will have been withdrawn.
As she was thinking, the words in front of her suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the air around her began to flow again. It seemed that these prompts and requests would disappear two seconds after she finished reading.
She collected her thoughts and looked back at the cylindrical object in her hand.
She still couldn't understand those elegant and simple characters, but the auxiliary function mentioned by the system before entering the game had been launched, and the corresponding Yingwen appeared in front of her eyes.
These words are brief warnings and reminders:
【After the sun sets, if you are left on the street due to an accident, please go indoors as soon as possible under the protection of flashlight.
Notice! ! !
Don’t leave the light area!
If you see a person out of the corner of your eye, don’t look directly at them!
Never point the flashlight at other people!
Ignore each other and get inside as quickly as possible!!
I wish you a safe journey.
——Rules Arrangement Bureau】
It is indeed in a special field.
She pressed the red button in the center of the column, and immediately two dim and soft rays of light came out from the flashlight, one slanting forward and the other slanting towards her feet.
Light up the road and yourself at the same time.
Holding the flashlight steady, she walked out of the streetlight area and walked along the road at a steady pace.
As a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, her footsteps were light and silent, but as she moved, a clear and loud sound of footsteps could be heard on the street.
Following behind her like a shadow.
“Snap, snap.”
The footsteps sounded a bit like wooden shoes, but were crisper and louder, and they completely coincided with her footsteps.
Fu Xuan knew that something had already appeared when she looked at the flashlight just now.
She had already noticed from the corner of her eye that in the gray-black area outside the street lights, a darker and darker area was gradually approaching her.
By the time she finished reading the instructions on the flashlight, the human-shaped area was already very close, and would appear next to her along the edge of the light almost in the next second.
She couldn't use her spiritual power. Her sharper five senses and more agile physical fitness than ordinary people were not enough to support her confidence in confronting the unknown existence head-on. Therefore, she turned on the flashlight and left quickly.
But to say that I'm really scared, that's not the case.
Fu Xuan moved forward calmly.
He deliberately made a noise, intending to let her notice him, probably because he wanted her to look back. So, as long as she didn't look back, everything would be fine for the time being.
The flashlight also says not to look at each other and to quickly go inside, so just go inside.
The footsteps behind me were still clattering.
Using the light of her flashlight, she searched for a door through which she could enter.
Since she was unsure whether the thing behind her would approach quickly if she stopped and opened the door, she needed to find a door that could be entered quickly and preferably one that was not locked.
Most of the area outside the street lights was in darkness, and even with the monks' eyesight, it was difficult to see clearly. Therefore, when an iron door appeared clearly, it was like a light in the darkness, which immediately attracted people's attention.
There were seven big words clearly pasted on the iron gate: You can enter directly by pulling the door.
What a trap it is.
Fu Xuan thought about it for a moment and decided to take the risk.
The instructions for the flashlights tied to all the street lights are the same, which means it is the most obvious clue to people on the road. Even if it is a trap, entering the room is equivalent to entering the next stage, which means that other beings will appear.
Going inside meant there would be weapons to be found, which was better for her than being on the street where there was nothing.
As she quickened her pace towards the iron gate, the footsteps behind her also quickened.
She grasped the cold iron handle and pulled it hard, and the door opened, allowing her to enter directly.
After confirming that there were no other lives inside, she slipped into the iron gate without triggering her intuitive warning. Her eyes glanced outside the door and saw a dark figure lingering near a street lamp. The dim light slightly reflected the curve of a female body.
Noticing her gaze, the figure moved slightly, as if wanting to make some movement.
The next second, the door closed, completely isolating the inside and the outside.
After waiting for two seconds and seeing no movement outside the door, she let go of the door handle.
The door had no lock, and closed only because it fitted perfectly with the door frame. Anyone or anything standing outside could just pull it open.
She shone her flashlight around, trying to find something to lock the door.
It was a small, dark, dusty space.
There is a staircase leading up. The dim light beside the stairs can only illuminate a small area, and it is almost dark near the door.
Sweeping the area with her flashlight, she saw several metal two-wheeled objects with baskets parked in the space under the stairs. They were covered in dust and seemed to have not been used for a long time.
There are words on the wall next to the door, the same as the words outside - non-residents of this building, please go to the owner of the building on the second floor.
Not finding anything to lock the door, and not wanting to touch the locked belongings, she backed away, pointing the flashlight at the bottom of the door below, and went up the stairs step by step.
Second floor
There are two doors on the second floor. One is covered with strange but powerless and obviously ineffective yellow talismans, and the other is labeled with the words "Owner of the Building".
She looked warily at the door covered with yellow talismans. It was undoubtedly suspicious, but this building was suspicious in itself.
There was a red cylindrical jar placed under the wall. She weighed it and found it was heavy enough, so she held it in her left hand and hid it behind her back. She held the flashlight in her right hand and knocked gently on the door.
After the knock on the door, the tables and chairs were moved in the room, and then someone was talking in a low voice, and there were clattering footsteps approaching, exactly the same as the thing that followed her just now.
She took a deep breath, her heart tense as a tad, ready to rush in the moment the door opened.
It is not safe to run around outside, so the best option is to wait indoors until dawn. Since the OP is the OP, her identity should be special, and whether it is the environment she lives in or communicating with her, she should be able to get a lot of information.
Although she cannot use her spiritual power, her physical fitness, skills and combat experience are still there. As long as she enters a space that can provide weapons, she can easily fight ten people alone.
Of course, this is risky. If the poster is not human, is full of malicious intent, and has strong fighting power, she is likely to fail here.
However, if a casual cultivator is afraid of risks when he should be working hard, how can he survive?
Just as she clenched the jar, ready to meet what was behind the door, the first thing that appeared behind the opened door was a sturdy arm covered with various new and old scars.
Human arm.
The breath of man.
Fu Xuan did not act immediately, preparing to wait until the other party revealed his full appearance before making a decision.
But when the person behind the door revealed his full appearance, she almost lost control of what she was holding.
Behind the door stood a tall woman with white hair, red eyes, and a wary look.
The two looked at each other, and the vigilance in those red eyes turned into suspicion and surprise.
What a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Fu Xuan looked at her, feeling that it was a trap, but also hoping it was real. His lips trembled for a long time before he said in a trembling voice, "On the reeds by the Bixu River."
The white-haired woman paused, then reluctantly responded with the code: "A goddess descended from Mingyan Mountain."
She smiled and said, "Long time no see, Xiaoxuan."
The red can in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Fu Xuan rushed over and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Sister Weihang, you are not dead..."
Ji Weihang hesitated for a moment, patted Fu Xuan's back gently, and said, "Well, I'm not dead. I'm here."
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