Chapter 143 - Ming Yue Pavilion (VI)

It was a restful night's sleep, and although it was in a playground full of crises, Xiao Lan was able to relax and rest better with Luo's shadow by his side.

 

Xiao Lan has grown accustomed to the presence of Luo, who basically stands watch for him every night he enters the game.

 

I don't know how long I slept, but in the middle of my sleep, Xiao Lan felt someone shaking her.

 

He opened his eyes and saw that it was the dark figure of Luo.

 

The dark shadows looked thin, as if they were about to disperse when the time came, so I had to wake up Xiao Lan, who was still asleep, early.

 

After Xiao Lan was awakened, the dark figure disappeared before his eyes.

 

Xiao Lan looked at his wrist, the black bracelet that had stayed quietly there before was gone and had not returned with the disappearance of the black shadow.

 

It looks like the shadow is a one-off and I wonder if it will have any effect on Luo.

 

But he also knew that if he had asked Luo, he would have been told "it's okay".

 

Xiao Lan sighs softly.

 

He surveyed his surroundings with a few sleepy eyes.

 

It was just getting light, still a little cooler in the night, and the room looked all right, just as it had before he went to sleep.

 

Thanks to poverty, Xiao Lan was already in good health.

 

After Luo had sucked the toxins out of his body, Xiao Lan had only slept and now felt refreshed.

 

The exhaustion and wounds of battle are gone and he is once again the poor man who could demolish his home with his bare hands.

 

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Unfortunately, Mr. Crow won't let anyone tear down his house ......

 

Xiao Lan and the fat, brainy man had a battle, with sticks and hammers being thrown at the walls and floor without a single scrap of wall or floor covering.

 

A miracle in the history of human engineering.

 

It seems that this time, trying to increase the value of poverty through demolition is basically a dream.

 

Poverty is not easy, Xiao Lan sighs.

 

Xiao Lan got up and cleaned himself up before opening the door.

 

I was not expecting to meet Luo at the moment of opening the door.

 

Luo was standing in the doorway, seemingly trying to open the door earlier, and by coincidence, the two were standing face to face.

 

Xiao Lan: " Luo? I can't believe I can see you here, space has switched again?"

 

Luo broke into a smile, " Yes, I didn't expect to meet here, I seem to be in luck."

 

He went on to say, "It's so good to see you safe."

 

The unexpectedly reunited pair then proceeded straight ahead together.

 

The corridor looked different from the day before.

 

Yesterday the corridor looked like a normal house, there was nothing spooky about it except that there was no one there.

 

But today there is a dark mist in the air in the corridor that shortens the range of vision considerably.

 

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Not only that, but there were also some faint voices coming out of the black mist, seemingly murmuring or crying in a low voice, but they were all blurred and inaudible.

 

The two men advance down the corridor for a while, when Xiao Lan suddenly stops in his tracks.

 

"What's wrong?" Luo asked.

 

Xiao Lan frowned and looked ahead, "This corridor is too long, it's not even this long in Ming Yue Pavilion."

 

Luo thought for a moment, "Let's go further, maybe there will be some change ahead."

 

Xiao Lan gave him a look and said faintly, "Hmm."

 

As the two continued on, the black fog around them became thicker and thicker, and they could barely see more than two or three metres in front of them.

 

At that moment a little bright light came from a short distance ahead, a little light that rolled in the black mist, and for a moment it was impossible to see exactly what it was.

 

Xiao Lan stood still, surveying the front, without speaking.

 

At this point Luo approached Xiao Lan.

 

He whispered, "What's that up ahead? Shall we go and have a look?"

 

Xiao Lan did not respond.

 

He just didn't move and surveyed the person beside him.

 

Luo continues to smile elegantly and appropriately, as if asking not about the unknown dangers ahead, but about what the gentleman would like to have with his afternoon tea.

 

Something is not right with this man.

 

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Xiao Lan felt a sense of disconnection from the first moment he saw him.

 

Luo was aware that he had been in the room before, and probably knew by the shadows that he was awake.

 

Most of the time, when Xiao Lan is in the room, Luo has the habit of knocking before entering.

 

Except when it turns into a cat sneaking in as a trickster.

 

But this " Luo " does not.

 

Xiao Lan noticed that the moment he opened the door, his hand was on the handle, indicating that he had no intention of knocking, but was ready to enter straight away.

 

He later added that he "didn't expect to meet here", as if he was surprised.

 

But Luo should have known he was there, so where was the surprise?

 

What's more, in his case, Xiao Lan didn't have that familiarity.

 

It was Luo's aura, and although the man or whatever it was imitated Luo's appearance, it was only a veneer.

 

However, since he had been approached by the other side, Xiao Lan went along with the situation to see what he wanted to do.

 

And now this bait-and-switch tone.

 

Luo never wants to stand in front of Xiao Lan when faced with danger, although he is often rejected by Xiao Lan, right? ......

 

But he would never have proposed that Xiao Lan go in a direction where there was an unknown danger.

 

Xiao Lan himself usually makes the decisions about where to go, and Luo does not interfere with his judgement.

 

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This " Luo " seems to be keen to get Xiao Lan to walk to where there is a bright light ahead.

 

It was clear that whatever was ahead, that was his target.

 

Turning slightly, Xiao Lan quietly took out the Ming Yue Pavilion to look at it through the cover of her body.

 

The cover is illuminated with a four-panel design.

 

But this is almost impossible.

 

For only yesterday Xiao Lan himself killed the fat man who tried to eat his brain and confirmed his death.

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Even if no one had died during the night, the grid on the cover would have been a 5, not a 4.

 

This space, as it should be, is not real.

 

When Xiao Lan didn't say anything, " Luo" beside him continued, "Maybe, there will be a clue somewhere related to getting out of here."

 

Xiao Lan suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the situation at the moment: "Do you know why it was Luo Yang who shovelled?"

 

" Luo" visibly froze as he smiled and asked, "What-"

 

He was answered by a sharp kick from Xiao Lan.

 

Xiao Lan didn't even wait for the guy's answer and attacked directly after the question was asked.

 

The kick landed hard on the side of " Luo's" waist, sending his body flying and then landing heavily on the ground.

 

At this point, the other side's words had just fallen.

 

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" Luo" rose from the ground and looked up at Xiao Lan .

 

His face was still masked with an elegant smile and his voice was still gentle, "Is there something wrong with me?"

 

Xiao Lan took out the [Bones of Dalet]: "That's a zero, man."

 

After saying this, he did not hesitate to charge towards the other side with his stick.

 

When the guy disguised as Luo saw Xiao Lan's stance, he understood that he could not deceive him and said no more.

 

He still has the appearance of Luo, but the smile on his face has turned grim, and his whole aura has changed at the same time, giving him a very different impression from before.

 

Will Xiao Lan's hands go soft in Luo's face?

 

Of course -

 

No!

 

He swung his stick and struck it with great vigour.

 

The white stick cuts streaks through the air, each blow carrying a force that almost whacks a man to death.

 

There was not the slightest hint of a downward spiral for the sake of the face.

 

Ruthless, cruel, as if a big pig's foot.

 

That image is so brutal that it looks a bit like a domestic violence sighting ......

 

" Luo" could hardly remain human in such a furious attack.

 

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But I don't know what this thing is, it's been beaten into a handful of noodles and yet it still looks alive. He continues to dodge left and right under Xiao Lan's attacks, and occasionally does a 180-degree drop or 720-degree head turn or some other difficult manoeuvre.

 

As if an emoji from a soulful painting style.

 

Finally, after a few exchanges, Xiao Lan found the opportunity to stomp him to the ground.

 

At the same time, the [Bone of Dalet], which has switched to the blade form, is raised.

 

Xiao Lan is going to try cutting off a head first, if the guy is still alive and kicking ...... then let's talk about it.

 

Almost as soon as the bone blade was about to cut off " Luo's" head, everything around it disappeared.

 

Whether it's the corridors that seem to have no end, or the lingering black mist and the whispered murmurings within.

 

This includes the guy who is being stepped on by Xiao Lan with Luo's face on top.

 

All that was left in the air was a low sigh, "I do want to go with you then ......"

 

The tone is lingering and mournful, with a touch of reluctance.

 

But Xiao Lan relentlessly refuses: "Thanks, but I don't want to at all."

 

By this time, he was standing in the doorway of the room where he had rested last night.

 

The scene outside the door was business as usual, no different from what we saw yesterday.

 

The corridors and the black fog before were all non-existent.

 

Xiao Lan once again took out the book.

 

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This time the number of frames lit up by the pattern on the cover is - six.

 

It seems that in addition to the one head he contributed, another person died last night. I just don't know if it was a ghostly death, or a player, as nothing new appears in the book that suggests it wasn't the work of the raven.

 

Just then, the cover of the book flashed up again and new content appeared inside: the

 

[Return of the Lost Sheep]

 

[Away from the worldly hustle and bustle]

 

[He was given eternal silence under the water]

 

Almost without a moment's pause, the flickering of the cover stops and the pattern lights up again for a frame.

 

It means that this player chosen by the raven died a very crisp death.

 

I just wonder if there's a push from other players involved.

 

A total of seven of the thirteen compartments on the cover are now illuminated, which is more than halfway through.

 

Almost without pause, something new emerges: the

 

[Sultry black dahlias about to wilt]

 

[deprived of the nourishment of the rootstock]

 

[Beauty returns to dust]

 

Yo, it's still a fucking double shift!

 

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Players can't help but marvel at the frequency of Mr. Crow's updates, what a dedicated writer this is.

 

But ...... teachers, there are times when you don't have to be so diligent.

 

Really, touching fish is good for the body and mind, as many authors have said.

 

But this time, unlike the previous one, the blinking of the cover never stopped and Xiao Lan waited for some time without seeing the grid light up or the handwriting change.

 

It doesn't look like that one chosen player is going to die easily.

 

Xiao Lan stares at the flashing pattern on the cover.

 

If this player dies, the others will be one step closer to passing, and if the other survives, the risk of dying this time will fall on the others, Xiao Lan himself of course included.

 

But he didn't want to expect the other man's death, because it wasn't just a cold number; behind a grid was a live human life.

 

Even if it's probably just a stranger you've never met before.

 

The flashing of the pattern continues.

 

Xiao Lan puts the book away and continues to look for the kind of room that looks different.

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