Chapter 142 - Ming Yue Pavilion (V)

Xiao Lan carefully walks back along the same path he came from.

 

The path beneath your feet winds and twists, lined with deep pits strewn with spikes, looking like a thorn-lined lair.

 

Even if your vision has been restored to normal, walking through it can still be a mind-blowing experience.

 

Finally, Xiao Lan reached the door.

 

After taking one step out of the red room, which felt tense and suffocating, he finally felt his heart lighten up.

 

But when he looked back again, he found that behind him was just an ordinary door to a room indistinguishable from any other.

 

The red room disappeared into thin air as if it had never existed.

 

Only the increase in the number of compartments on the cover of the book indicates that this was not an illusion.

 

It seems that such unusual rooms don't appear in a fixed location, perhaps they only appear once, or maybe they switch between spaces, or maybe each person can only enter once.

 

All in all, it seems unlikely that Xiao Lan will be able to find the red room again.

 

Presumably this is to prevent players from entering the same room repeatedly to swipe points.

 

Well thought out, Ms. Crow.

 

Back in the corridor, Xiao Lan moved on, sharing his previous experience with Luo as a reference.

 

[To ensure that the game is passable, I suspect there must be more than one such room in more than one space, and perhaps more than one in each]

 

[We can try to find out]

 

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To his surprise Luo was not at all concerned about the room and his handwriting appeared quickly on the envelope as

 

[If there's a next time, I'd still like you to rip off the bracelet and release my shadow to explore the way, it exists for that purpose]

 

Xiao Lan couldn't help but smile at Luo's words.

 

I'm sorry to worry you, but I wanted to save it for when it mattered most]

 

[I can't leave anything dangerous to you]

 

I have to say, it's nice to be cared for, to have a constant connection with another person, no matter where you are.

 

Luo's reply soon appeared.

 

[I wish I could be by your side right now]

 

Xiao Lan is about to reply when he suddenly senses a wave of unmasked malice.

 

It was a malice with greed and a strong desire to devour, as if it were a hyena staring at its prey ready to wait for its chance to devour it.

 

He did not move and took note of his surroundings.

 

The source of the malice was an area three paces directly in front of him, where nothing looked out of place, but his dangerous instincts told him that something dangerous must be lurking there.

 

Ghosts?

 

A trap?

 

Or is it a player?

 

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Too late to reply to Luo, Xiao Lan puts away the envelope and stops, seemingly unintentionally, in his tracks.

 

He studied the walls of the corridor in front of him as if he had become interested, taking a few quiet steps back with the movement of observation.

 

As Xiao Lan moves, the malice coming from ahead grows stronger.

 

It seems that this is not a mere trap, the being is targeting and is targeting Xiao Lan at the moment.

 

The two sides are thus temporarily at a standstill.

 

Xiao Lan is no longer moving forward, and the unknown fellow in front of him is unwilling to back off.

 

Until a slight breeze blew through.

 

It was a breeze that felt most unusual, like the kind that passes by the window every morning or late afternoon.

 

Gentle, mild and non-aggressive.

 

But the atmosphere on both sides changed instantly.

 

The ambushers seemed unwilling to wait any longer, and their murderous aura rose several times over, with invisible attacks rushing towards Xiao Lan at breakneck speed.

 

Xiao Lan was already on the alert and in an instant the Bone of Dalet appeared in his hand.

 

The pale, bony club swept forward and collided with the attack coming at him with a crunching "ding".

 

[Bones of Dalet] did not attack the opponent's body, but the figure of a fat man gradually appeared in the air.

 

It seems that his stealth can only be maintained when he is not attacking.

 

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He wears a metal boxing glove on his hand and is dressed like a butcher.

 

The obese man no longer looked very human.

 

His face is strewn with raised bruises that divide his features into fragments.

 

The bite muscles on both cheeks are unusually well developed and the teeth appear to have been modified and interlocked like a canine, looking like an alienated beast.

 

The fat man stared at Xiao Lan with a greedy light in his eyes, "A guy who went the physical enhancement route but just got promoted to the senior field, right?"

 

Xiao Lan's brow furrowed and his face remained still, but his heart was in shock -

 

How did this guy know?

 

Just saw the guy across the room inhale in his direction, "Smells good, you smell so good, blood and flesh are full of energy, your brain must be delicious ......"

 

Said the man, a large amount of saliva even dripping down from his mouth that could not fully wrap around his fangs.

 

It was as if instead of a large living person in front of him, there was a plate of fresh brains laid out on the side of a hot pot.

 

Tender and silky in texture, it is a delicacy that once you try it, you can't stop.

 

Xiao Lan is not happy about being treated like a brainiac.

 

As we all know, there is only one human brain, and without it, it will hiccup.

 

And from what this guy says, it's clear that he wants to eat Xiao Lan's brain, so he probably has some way of strengthening himself.

 

Or simply just a pervert with an omnivorous fetish.

 

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In the next instant, the obese man had lunged towards him.

 

Unlike his fat, stubby-looking body, he moved with astonishing swiftness, crashing like a rhinoceros on a wild goose chase.

 

Xiao Lan's feet shifted and he dodged to the side in an instant, avoiding the onslaught.

 

At the speed the obese man was going, he would have crashed headlong into the wall of the corridor, but instead he twisted his body nimbly, reversed his direction and swung his fist towards Xiao Lan again.

 

Xiao Lan was not expecting this blow, so he had no time to dodge it and raised his [Bone of Dalet] to block it.

 

This time, the two sides clashed solidly head-on, with each other's hearts racing.

 

Xiao Lan was surprised to learn that not only was his opponent agile and fast, but that this guy had the same strength as him.

 

Seems to be an absolute powerhouse in close combat as well.

 

The obese man is surprised by Xiao Lan's strength, which does not match his appearance.

 

How could this guy, who had obviously just risen to the senior field, have such power.

 

It's not even on par with ...... who has already eaten countless brains to strengthen himself.

 

After the shock, he got even more excited: "Very good ...... The stronger you are, the more delicious your brain will be."

 

By eating this one, he's sure to get stronger, and maybe shock the pact.

 

He hadn't wanted to go back to the real world for a long time.

 

In reality he was just a butcher, but here he is the envy of everyone as a high level player.

 

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He could live in a big house that he could never afford in his lifetime, eat good food that he could not even think of before, have countless people trying to flatter him, and countless women to choose from.

 

Except that the risk of death at ...... is just a bit annoying.

 

But if only he could become an indentured player, he would get more, and he wouldn't even have to die - wouldn't that be the days of the gods?

 

If only he could eat this boy's brains, he would be one step closer to the pact.

 

The fat man looked at Xiao Lan and cracked his fanged mouth, "Heh heh heh heh heh ...... I like guys with potential who haven't grown up yet."

 

With the sound of laughter, a heavy black hammer appeared in his hand.

 

The head of the hammer is huge and has sharp spikes on it, and when it is wielded it brings up a gust of wind, which makes it look very powerful.

 

Xiao Lan looks at the broomstick-like [Bone of Dalet] in his hand: "......"

 

Shit, it's pretty uninspiring at first glance.

 

The obese man was already charging forward brandishing a hammer.

 

Xiao Lan, not to be outdone, charged forward to meet his opponent in the same way.

 

If you don't have enough momentum, then go head to head!

 

The two sides battled hard, with neither showing any weakness.

 

This hammer is also probably a rare item, not being eaten by the Flame of Dalet after it has been struck with the [Bone of Dalet].

 

The hammers and sticks kept exchanging blows, making a noisy and harsh crashing sound that echoed through the corridor.

 

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The huge hammer slammed into Xiao Lan's chest relentlessly, as if to open a hole right through his chest cavity.

 

Xiao Lan dodges to the side.

 

At the same time [Bone of Dalet] strikes the opponent's jaw from a tricky angle.

 

The blow was solid and deep purple flames instantly burned across his skin.

 

"Uh-" Not expecting such an attack, the obese man let out a muffled grunt of pain.

 

After unsuccessfully attempting to extinguish the fire, he too noticed that something was wrong with this flame.

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The flame of Dalet, once tainted, cannot be extinguished unless Xiao Lan takes it back.

 

This guy was also a tough guy, and he reached right out and tore off a piece of his skin before the flames could expand, then dropped it hard on the ground.

 

His wound was dripping with blood, in which the red muscles and white tendons were thus exposed.

 

But the obese man did not feel intimidated, and the injury made the fierce light in his eyes grow even brighter.

 

As if on a rampage, his attacks became more violent.

 

Xiao Lan dodges his stormy attacks and takes the opportunity to inflict a few more wounds on him.

 

Another hammer strikes Xiao Lan's abdomen with a vengeance, as if to break him right in two.

 

Xiao Lan leapt up on the wall with the force, the stick in his hand switched to whip form and wrapped around the obese man's neck, pulling his form into a stumble.

 

The hammer landed heavily on the wall without leaving the slightest trace.

 

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At Ming Yue Pavilion, Crow does not allow anyone to spoil the stage he has set for his story.

 

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to get around to the back of his opponent.

 

The [Bone of Dalet] switches form again, changing into the sharpest of bone blades.

 

Xiao Lan is well aware that this is a fight to the death.

 

Opposite him was a bloodied executioner, and he did not think that after he had spared this man in his weakness of heart, the other man would stop out of gratitude, or even change his ways for the better.

 

This man, who has indulged in killing.

 

The cold bone blade stabbed viciously into the obese man's body.

 

Xiao Lan's stabbing was precise, choosing the spot where the heart is, a common human weakness.

 

Bloody flowers bloom out across the broad back, and where the stamens are rising up are deep purple flames.

 

It seems that the winner is already decided.

 

However, the next moment, a sharp stab of pain rose from the side of Xiao Lan's waist.

 

He looked down to see a hand holding a glass syringe that was sticking hard into the side of his waist.

 

At the moment, the syringe is empty of liquid.

 

A feeling of numbness and weakness is rapidly running through Xiao Lan's body, as if the blood is gradually freezing.

 

Xiao Lan looked up and met the smiling face of the obese man who turned to him, "Biotoxin XJ7921 from Biochemical Hunting Grounds, how does it feel? Is your whole body about to move?"

 

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This guy looks like a big, bold, frontal, aggressive type, but he turns out to be so devious and underhanded.

 

Taking advantage of the moment of stagnation in Xiao Lan's movements, he took advantage of his current position and struck Xiao Lan directly in the stomach with the hammer handle.

 

Xiao Lan coughed up a mouthful of blood as the attack on the softest and most vulnerable part of her body was unavoidable.

 

And as a non-celebrity, the damage reduction effect of this [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] was, as expected, not triggered.

 

With pain and stiffness, Xiao Lan backed away from her opponent.

 

His movements had become sluggish, and the constant loss of strength in his body forced him to lean against the wall for strength.

 

Neither man is in great shape at the moment.

 

Xiao Lan was poisoned and was stiff and weak.

 

The obese man had been stabbed through the chest and a large amount of blood was pouring out of the wound.

 

The obese man with the blood-stained heart stood up straight: "Don't worry, this toxin won't kill you, it will just immobilise you for a period of time."

 

He smelled the blood in the air, but he looked even more excited: "It smells so good ...... good smelling blood ...... I can't resist eating your brains already."

 

He reached up and touched the blood on his chest, "Oh, it's okay, I'll recover after I eat your brain."

 

This is another effect of his ability, so he is never afraid to get hurt.

 

The injury would have weakened his opponent's guard and become his best chance

 

Because of his injuries, he can no longer wield his sledgehammer.

 

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But it didn't matter, the boy in front of him had been poisoned, and with such a toxin, one's blood would clot and one's body would stiffen, but one's consciousness would not disappear.

 

The players who were previously poisoned were awake to feel him open their skulls and eat their brains out bit by bit.

 

Their fear was his most delicious condiment.

 

The obese man walks towards Xiao Lan, his large, bushy hands reaching for Xiao Lan's head, casting a shadow.

 

All it took was a gentle grasp of this head and then this would become a delicacy for him, not only a treat for the tongue, but also a healing elixir and ...... power to indulge.

 

He can't wait.

 

An outstretched hand has touched the soft strands of hair on the top of Xiao Lan's head.

 

But it is difficult to go any further.

 

Xiao Lan, who had been leaning against the wall and seemed to be barely holding on, suddenly raised his arm and the white bone blade in his hand pierced through his jaw with unerring precision and went straight into his brain.

 

The heavy, fat body fell to the ground with a crash.

 

How is it possible ...... where did this kid get his strength ......

 

This was his last thought.

 

If Xiao Lan knew, he would tell him--

 

It is poverty.

 

The strengthening of his body due to his poverty value has made Xiao Lan far more resistant to toxins than normal, and he actually has the strength to fight back despite his previous appearance of weakness.

 

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Only the strength was not too much and he did not want to continue to spend time with his opponent.

 

There's no telling what kind of cards the other side might have up their sleeves.

 

So he waited for a moment when he could flip the tables and secretly weighed the need to turn on his skills.

 

Luckily, the opponent seemed very confident in his poison and didn't think much of Xiao Lan, a newly promoted senior player, making it easier than expected for Xiao Lan to get the shot.

 

Xiao Lan glanced at the bodies on the floor and only gave them a cursory sweep.

 

Most of the player's stuff is in the storage space and will all disappear with the death of the owner.

 

The most conspicuous sledgehammer next to it is a bound item that cannot be taken away at all and will disappear afterwards as the playfield resets.

 

There was no time to lose, so Xiao Lan quickly left this section of the corridor, found a quiet-looking room and opened the door.

 

There is no telling how long the poison will last.

 

By this time, he could already feel his mind starting to drift.

 

Unfortunately, the poor nonce did not have a prop that could antidote the poison.

 

Let's hope the guy wasn't lying and this poison really only restricts movement for a while.

 

After all, he has to eat it himself, so he shouldn't be using lethal poison.

 

Xiao Lan leans back on the bed and fights the pounding heaviness that comes over her body.

 

He remains alert for dangers that may appear from nowhere.

 

He didn't tell Luo that it would be useless to worry about him in this spatially isolated environment.

 

In a moment of drowsiness, Xiao Lan felt a familiar presence beside her.

 

He could barely look up and saw only a dark shadow.

 

It was a completely black shadow, without features or any detail, but with a firm figure and long, slender legs.

 

Even if it is just a shadow, this is the most familiar look of Xiao Lan.

 

He looked to his wrist.

 

Sure enough, the bracelet that had been staying where it was had disappeared.

 

As if sensing the frailty of Xiao Lan's state, Luo's shadow automatically appears, and unlike the frail and flimsy forms seen before, this one is more solid and closer to solidity.

 

It seems that Luo already knows, Xiao Lan thought.

 

Unable to speak, the shadow simply took Xiao Lan's hand and placed it to his lips.

 

It looks like a kissing hand salute.

 

The next moment, after the slight pain of the sharp teeth piercing the skin, Xiao Lan felt the heaviness in his body fading fast.

 

Luo's shadow is sucking the toxins out of his body.

 

After absorbing the toxin, the shadow becomes a few shades lighter.

 

But he still sits beside Xiao Lan, looking like a guardian.

 

Xiao Lan then notices that it is now dark and, looking out of the window at the moon, it seems to be late at night.

 

Does Shadow mean ...... to give him a break?

 

The Shadow reached out and put his hand on Xiao Lan's shoulder, made him lie down and carefully covered him with the blanket.

 

Although the shadow is silent, Xiao Lan is able to fill in Luo's words automatically.

 

What he should have said was, "It's time to go to bed, sir."

 

The exhaustion from the battle and the weakness from the toxins did make Xiao Lan feel a little tired.

 

So he said to the dark figure, "Good night."

 

Shortly afterwards, Xiao Lan fell into a deep sleep.

 

The dark figure also lay silently beside him.

 

As if sensing a familiar scent, the sleeping Xiao Lan subconsciously moved closer to the shadow, even reaching out and wrapping her arms around the other man's neck.

 

The dark shadows completely indulge Xiao Lan's movements and at first glance it looks like a couple lounging.

 

In the other space, a smile crept up at the corners of Luo's mouth as he walked alone down the corridor.

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