Chapter 153 - Ming Yue Pavilion (XVI)

The attacker stopped struggling.

 

He gagged within three seconds of coming into contact with Qi Ning's attack.

 

Looking through the only gap in the face of the protective suit, one could only see that his entire face had turned black and looked as withered as wood.

 

Xiao Lan asked, "What kind of virus is this?"

 

Qi Ning's body shook a little, looking a little unsupported, but he stood up: "I call it ......B107, a virus that humans have yet to discover, it works fast but it doesn't hurt too much for those who get hit, what a bargain for this guy. "

 

As is Qi Ning's custom, all these guys should have died in the most unpleasant way possible after their ordeal.

 

They should taste the bitter despair, pain and helplessness.

 

Unfortunately, time is not on his side and he is not in the best of shape himself, so he will have to make it quick.

 

Xiao Lan sensed a sense of danger in the air and turned off the skill.

 

Poverty value, another 20 million less.

 

Qi Ning reached out and tugged at the golden chain that had pierced his chest, trying to pull it out of his own wound.

 

The chain emitted its usual electric light, causing him intense pain, as if it were going to pierce his insides with a sharp pain that spread instantly around his body.

 

But Qi Ning's action doesn't stop there.

 

He clenched the golden chain in his hand, his pale, lean palm hard to the point of bruising, and with a fierce pull, he jerked the whole chain hard from his chest.

 

Blood gushed out again, spurting and soaking the ground beneath his feet.

 

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Qi Ning's body trembled and she couldn't help but gasp violently.

 

Qi Ning didn't say a word during the whole process.

 

Although I can't see Qi Ning's face, I can imagine that he must not be feeling too well at the moment.

 

Xiao Lan was a little worried and tried to reach out to help him, "Are you okay?"

 

Qi Ning gasped and waved a hand at Xiao Lan, refusing his kind offer.

 

Then he took out a golden needle from his storage space and stuck it backhanded into his neck.

 

As the injection took effect, the constant flow of blood from Qi Ning's chest slowly stopped and the wound slowly began to heal.

 

Qi Ning stood up straight and showed by her actions that she did not need assistance.

 

He tried to take two steps and straightened his spine once more, "Ahem ...... I won't be able to heal anytime soon, and while there's nothing wrong with moving around, I probably won't be able to get my hands dirty for the rest of the day, so I'll have to give you guys a hard time."

 

Xiao Lan: "Don't worry, leave it to us."

 

Luo also nodded his head, and the gentleman's opinion was his opinion.

 

--

 

The trio left the cache and headed outside.

 

The corridor has begun to show large areas of fading, and the overall appearance is a little mottled and a little more dead than the original delicate vintage.

 

Xiao Lan observed, "Looks like we're going to have to pick up the pace."

 

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Avoiding the faded position, the three men carefully followed the location of the study on the top floor as they remembered it.

 

"Ta-da..."

 

"Ta-da..."

 

There was a sudden sound of footsteps ahead.

 

Xiao Lan stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

 

A figure slowly appears around the corner in front of us.

 

A black dress, the figure is a delicate curve, a cigarette in her fingertips, a lazy and sexy taste between her hands and feet.

 

It's Hua Yan.

 

Hua Yan also saw the three men and greeted Xiao Lan, "Hello again."

 

Xiao Lan also nodded at her in greeting.

 

But he still didn't let his guard down.

 

Xiao Lan will never forget the fact that Long Shiren's death was the result of Hua Yan's involvement in the High Court, although it was a bit of a death of his own, and Hua Yan is clearly not a gentle, kind and caring sister.

 

At such a critical moment when he needed to hurry up, he did not want to start any conflict with the other side.

 

Hua Yan lifted his eyes and surveyed the three opposite him.

 

Faced with their guarded looks, her red lips curled up slightly, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not interested in three faggots."

 

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The Waldorf method of base identification is never out of place.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Luo: "......"

 

Qi Ning: "......"

 

The three who were caught off guard by the collective coming out of the closet looked at each other in disbelief.

 

The eyes, they are so venomous.

 

With that, Hua Yan turned around and left in a graceful manner without waiting for a reply.

 

Clearly expressing the different paths of straight women and queers.

 

At the same time, it was a sign that she had no intention of clashing with them.

 

Unlike the situation in the room, there are many more ways to go here, and there is no need to huddle hard together and guard each other when there is no conflict of interest for the moment.

 

What's more, Hua Yan doesn't have Qi Ning's penchant for hardcore 1V3s, she prefers peace.

 

When Hua Yan's figure disappears.

 

Qi Ning was a little confused, "When did you ...... ...... eh?"

 

Xiao Lan felt embarrassed at once: "Ahem ...... not much time left, I'll I'll go check out the front."

 

With that, he ran forward like his ass was on fire.

 

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Qi Ning turns a puzzled eye to Luo, although it's not at all obvious through the mask.

 

Luo understood what he was saying, but just laughed without saying anything.

 

It was as if everything had already been done, and as if he had already won.

 

Feeling like I can't keep up with the drama Qi Ning feels ...... it's better to go, the injured shouldn't think too much.

 

--

 

After walking a little further, Xiao Lan suddenly stops in his tracks.

 

Ahead is a diverging corridor.

 

The corridor on the right has faded for the most part, the left still looks largely as it always has.

 

It was supposed to be the normal side, but Xiao Lan felt that the normal side looked more dangerous.

 

His eyes searched the surrounding area and saw a vase of flowers.

 

Xiao Lan then took a flower from inside and threw it towards the side that looked normal.

 

The fresh flowers arc through the air and land on the floor.

 

However, nothing happened.

 

Xiao Lan's brow furrowed.

 

Something wasn't right, he still didn't feel right.

 

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Although not visible to the naked eye, the danger there should be a real one, but what exactly is ......?

 

At that moment Luo approached, "What is it, sir?"

 

Xiao Lan reached out and pointed to the corridor on the left that looked the same as usual, "Do you think there's something wrong there?"

 

Luo's eyes swept over.

 

It didn't seem like much, but he felt equally weird.

 

Luo stood at the entrance to the corridor, took out a bookmark with a delicate floral print and held it forward.

 

As the bookmark advances to a certain point, the pattern on it actually begins to fade, becoming like an old black and white photograph.

 

Luo withdraws his hand and looks at the bookmark in his hand.

 

The faded parts of the pattern have not been restored and remain in this half coloured and half black and white state.

 

Gathering his bookmark, the dark blade flew from his hand and slashed towards the quiet corridor.

 

Originally, players could not destroy the Ming Yue Pavilion under the Crow's rules.

 

This time, however, it was as if the pitch-black blade had cut through space, tearing a gaping hole in the scene ahead and revealing a different image below, as if there was an invisible film in the air affecting their vision.

 

As if an invisible force was mending it, the opening was shrinking rapidly.

 

But there is still enough to observe the images within.

 

Beneath the original business-as-usual picture is a world of faded black and white.

 

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The corridor in the picture is completely different in layout from what we saw before, in which the body of a player is lying.

 

He sat on the floor, his back against the wall of the corridor, his eyes vacant as he stared at the ceiling like a frozen stone statue.

 

And the body was as faded as the corridor, as if he had originally existed in an old photograph.

 

The flowers Xiao Lan threw out earlier are also lying on the ground, but they have faded.

 

And before it looked clearly unchanged.

 

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It seems that what originally belonged to Ming Yue Pavilion would have tricked the player along with the whole scene, and only what the player brought from outside the playground would have tested the change.

 

Qi Ning also came over and seeing this image he said, " Ming Yue Pavilion is devouring the players, maybe this is what happens when you get caught in a faded area."

 

Xiao Lan frowned, "Looks like we'll have to take a detour, the space here has probably changed too, we can't follow our previous memories."

 

He looked at Qi Ning's status: "Are you okay?"

 

Qi Ning reached down and touched the hideous wound on his chest, "Ahem ...... it's fine."

 

The trio turned to the faded, mostly faded path next to them and carefully searched for a way of life through it.

 

Luo gave one bookmark to each of the two men in case something went wrong.

 

Because the space has been altered, the raw path often appears in strange places.

 

The low cupboard placed in the corridor is another corridor when you drill into it.

 

The door of the room, which is tightly closed, opens to the stairs.

 

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The three were now standing in a toilet, surrounded by a toilet bowl.

 

It's not because this toilet is so endearing.

 

Just because the next way to go is in this toilet.

 

From the toilet you can vaguely see a corridor a short distance from Raven's study.

 

The toilet was open, innocently staring at the three men.

 

Xiao Lan's mouth twitches: "...... Isn't that a bit too much, can't the bathtub next to it?"

 

There is a large bathtub next to it where several people can lie down, but the way out is set in the toilet.

 

Maybe that's Ms. Crow's wicked sense of humour?

 

Luo didn't say anything, but in his mind he probably thought the same thing.

 

He didn't want to perform something as ungraceful as drilling a toilet in front of his own husband.

 

Qi Ning, as a doctor, is actually a bit of a neat freak.

 

While not minding the blood and guts scenes, something like drilling a toilet bowl stepped on his line.

 

As a result he shows a little resistance in his body language.

 

Xiao Lan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look on the bright side, the toilet hasn't been used in nine years, so it's clean when rounded up. Let's go, we've drilled toilets together."

 

Qi Ning: "......"

 

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Not really looking to build that kind of bromance ......

 

It's a rare experience to have to drill a toilet when you've been poked through the heart.

 

The three eventually reluctantly took turns stepping into the toilet.

 

The scene switches instantly, with countless distorted and deformed scenes flashing rapidly before the eyes.

 

By the time Xiao Lan felt himself on the ground, he was in the hallway in front of the study.

 

The pattern on the study door had lit up, as if beckoning him.

 

Xiao Lan, however, is not accompanied by Luo and Qi Ning.

 

Separated again?

 

Now surrounded by corridors that were fading and encroaching on the path beneath his feet, he had no way back.

 

Only the door in front of us seems particularly special.

 

It seemed that pushing the door open was his only option at the moment.

 

Xiao Lan looking at the silent room door: "O crow ......"

 

Still standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath and pushed it open.

 

This time, the door opened easily.

 

What Xiao Lan sees in front of him is not a tiger's den, but a study exactly like the one he saw during his previous exploration.

 

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The study is quiet and there is a sunset spilling in through the window, making the whole scene seem quiet and serene.

 

By the window there is a large desk with a chair in front of it, that must have been where Raven used to write, but it is now empty.

 

Another walk around the study.

 

This is the end of everything, and Xiao Lan doesn't feel any sign of passage.

 

Was it an error in judgment on its own part?

 

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from behind him.

 

Xiao Lan turned his head and saw a figure appear on the previously empty chair.

 

The person's back was to him and all that could be seen was raven-feathered black hair tied up in a low ponytail at the back of her head.

 

He has a lean build with broad but broad shoulders and does not appear to be overly lithe.

 

He is writing something there.

 

Xiao Lan could not see the paper, only his hand, which held the pen, with its bony fingers and a ring on the index finger in the same pattern as the cover of the book.

 

In an instant Xiao Lan's mind flashed back to the identity of the other man - a crow.

 

Originally, he thought that with so many books out, Crow should not be young, but he did not expect to be unexpectedly young.

 

Looking at this figure, perhaps he is not more than thirty years old.

 

So I guess there's a reason why his fans are so crazy about his face, right?

 

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At the same time, Xiao Lan's heart fluttered.

 

Coming face to face with a boss is not a pleasant experience and there is no telling what one will face next.

 

At this point, the raven spoke up.

 

Unlike the eerie and gloomy stories he pens, his voice is gentle, like a good-natured scholar: "As my most interested reader, you can have one wish, what do you want?"

 

As he speaks, the movement of his pen continues unabated.

 

One can't help but feel that this is a really hard-working author.

 

Xiao Lan didn't expect this turn of events.

 

Most interested readers, meaning the unluckiest, to the extent of stepping in all the different rooms?

 

Perhaps his experience also provided the ravens with new creative inspiration?

 

Maybe Raven's next book will be called "Poor Gods" or "Nonce" too ......

 

Raven asked again, "Thinking about it? I won't charge anything, or you can give up this wish and just pass."

 

When he finished, a dark passage appeared on the other side of Xiao Lan.

 

Inside was the darkness that he was familiar with after the pass.

 

Xiao Lan quickly retracted his thoughts that had gone off somewhere.

 

The chance to make a wish on a boss is a real rarity, and the ravens don't look like they're playing any tricks.

 

This is probably the opposite of bad luck, to the extent that bad luck can become good luck.

 

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can that ...... let me owe you some money?"

 

"......" The crow paused in its writing.

 

Probably in all his years in the business, Mr. Crow has never heard such a refreshing fan wish.

 

Xiao Lan added: "It's just a process, a note or something, you don't really have to pay me."

 

Unfortunately, IOUs between players don't work, otherwise he would have risen to the pinnacle of poverty.

 

Let's hope the ones from the bosses are OK.

 

Miss Raven stared for a moment, still taking a piece of paper from the side and brushing it up.

 

Soon a note flew up to Xiao Lan, already stamped with the seal of a raven.

 

"Sign your name with the person who owes the money and it will take effect." Raven said.

 

Xiao Lan wrote his name and received an instant system alert.

 

"Obtained special prop, poverty value increased by 80 million"

 

Xiao Lan happily put the note away, her face aglow with the joy of a good harvest.

 

Raven: "......"

 

Mr. Crow feels that he is still too young to still see this magical world.

 

Xiao Lan waved goodbye to the crow in a good mood and stepped into the dark passage that symbolised the passage.

 

Leaving behind a skeptical raven teacher.

 

"Ding dong--"

 

"Congratulations to Xiao Lan for passing the game 'Ming Yue Pavilion'"

 

"Passing reward prop [autographed bookmark by Raven]"

 

[Name: Autographed Crow Bookmark (Rare Item)

 

[Ability: unknown]

 

[Description: Limited, premium, rare, might come in handy at a critical moment]

 

This time it was Xiao Lan's turn to wonder about life: "......"

 

Is there any difference between this thing and Zhang Dong's autograph?

 

I can't believe you have such an unknown hobby, Mr. Crow!!!

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