Completely clueless.
Why is only the signature area crossed out? Who sent the letter? Nari should be the owner of this house, and judging from the tone of the letter, it should be correspondence between children.
Wendy frowned. It was completely dark outside, and only the lights were still on in her room.
"So now it's time to take a nap??"
"Are you stupid? What if those ghosts and monsters kill you while you're sleeping!"
"Why don't we just stay home?"
"That's a good idea."
The chat in the live stream was full of people advising Wendy not to go out, but Wendy keenly sensed a hint of Rock's presence.
Was it the old man? The old man had also intervened in the game? Wendy considered many possibilities, but Zhongli's involvement was still the most likely, after all, that was Morax, the God of War Morax.
"Things get interesting if the old man gets involved." Wendy's tense nerves relaxed, and she walked out of the house with an indifferent attitude.
The wind outside blew Wendy's stray hairs and cloak, and also rattled the already dilapidated house, making it creak and groan as if it would collapse at any moment. Moreover, after Wendy left the house, the door was closed. When Wendy tried to open it, she found that the dilapidated wooden door seemed to be blessed with some kind of buff, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.
An icon of a rock appeared beneath my feet. Although it wasn't lit, its faint light was enough to dazzle my eyes, and the icon led me to another room.
"What kind of picture is this? Is it dangerous?"
"Look at my wife's expression, she looks so relaxed. Is that what you call dangerous?"
"Leeuwenhoek is here! This is the pattern of Zhongli's Eye!"
"What?! There's a Leeuwenhoek in it!"
“Our Leeuwenhoek meticulously analyzed every single live stream, and this pattern is exactly the same as the pattern of Zhongli’s Eye of God!”
"Good heavens, even needles aren't as fine as yours. And, the one in front is my wife!"
Reaching the house, Wendy pushed open the door. A strong smell of blood hit her, causing her to frown. Lights came on from inside the house, whereas before the door had been completely dark.
There was less blood at the entrance, but the further in you went, the more blood there was. When you reached the place with the most blood, it was all red. A sticky feeling came from the soles of your feet. Wendy realized that the blood had spread to her shoes and was even rising.
“This doesn’t feel good,” Wendy said, then went into the room with the light.
Inside the house, everything was completely different from outside. It was very tidy and pleasing to the eye. The candles had just been lit and were burning themselves to illuminate the whole room. On the desk where the candles were placed, there was a letter with neat and proper handwriting, just like its owner, who was gentle and refined. However, it was not finished when something crossed it out forcefully.
Why would someone so out of place appear in a remote village? This question popped into Wendy's mind.
"Whoa! Something appeared and then disappeared behind my wife!"
"What? What is that? Don't scare me!"
"I took a screenshot. It's a ghost? It has delicate features."
"That's scary."
Wendy did feel a chill on her neck, but this letter...
The closer your fingers are to the letter, the faster the wind blows and the greater the resistance, but once you pull your hand back, nothing happens.
The owner of the letter doesn't want it to be seen? Wendy's mind was once again filled with this question.
Suddenly, Wendy was violently pushed out of the house by something. She lost her balance and fell into a pool of blood. When she came to her senses, she only saw sharp claws coming towards her face.
"What is that!" Wendy suddenly opened her eyes, only to find herself standing next to a street lamp, surrounded by mist. What she had just seen seemed like nothing more than a dream, but the sensation was so real. Was it really just a dream?
"what happened!"
“Nothing happened. We just saw Wendy’s wife suddenly stand still next to the street lamp with her eyes closed.”
"No, no, we definitely saw the village!"
"?"
Wendy was filled with questions, but with the new streetlights ahead, there was no point in dwelling on it now. With her mind full of questions, Wendy took the next step.
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Nari wouldn't be here!"
"Don't get agitated, Nari is perfectly fine, isn't he?"
"That's not my Nari! He's not Nari!"
"What are you saying? Nari is standing right in front of you!"
"Mother......"
"You monster! Get out of my son's body!"
"This woman is insane! Nari, let's go, we have to get out of here!"
The dialogue begins when Wendy takes her first step, and continues with each step until she reaches a new streetlight.
“Nari is the son of a woman and a man. The woman believes that Nari is possessed by some kind of demon or monster, but the man believes that he is not. So, either the woman is crazy, or Nari is really possessed.” Wendy sighed. Brainstorming was really not his thing; the Wind God preferred to slack off.
"I wish Pingzang were here." Wendy squatted on the ground and drew circles, looking aggrieved.
"No, no, you are Wendy, the best bard in all of Teyvat! How can you be defeated by such a small difficulty! Besides, this adventure, if turned into a poem and passed down through the ages, will surely earn you a lot of Mora. Mora is like wine. So you can't fall here!"
The above is Wendy's brainstorming session.
Wendy, having rallied, continued walking forward, when suddenly the scene shifted, and she found herself in an old school.
Vines climbed up the snow-white walls, the lights flickered, and there were gaps in the walls in some places. The door was wide open, like the gaping maw of a monster waiting for its prey to come to it. The glass was not intact either; it was either smashed here by some sharp object or smashed there by stones or something like that.
A three-story teaching building, a playground, and a laboratory building—that's all this school has.
Wendy decided to go for a walk on the playground first, as it was more spacious and easier to run on.
Strangely, there was moonlight in this place. The moon cast a veil over the earth. The goalposts on the playground were covered with spider webs, and many spiders could be seen on them. The basketball hoops had also been worn down by time and were now rusty. The grass was withered and lifeless, while the bulletin board on the school path was covered with a lot of things.
"Club recruitment."
"A paranormal event?"
"Regarding the punishment for Nari..."
"Screams often come from the second-floor bathroom at night..."
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