Ch147 - Not a Simple Supernatural Battle Royale

Translated by Crooked

Edited by Dust Bunny 

“Bang.”

The door slammed heavily.

 

 

Zhou Xinyue’s face was blank. She leaned against her husband, Gu Qing, and asked, “What’s the matter with this child?”

“How should I know?” Gu Qing shrugged. “Is he upset because Tong Jia’s getting married?” 

Zhou Xinyue cast a sidelong glance at her husband.

 

She didn’t need to think to know it was because Tong Jia got married.

Ever since Tong Jia’s abusive parents were prosecuted, she’d been adopted by a nice police officer couple. After they were transferred for work, she followed them and moved to Xining. Their son had always had a connection with Tong Jia, but it could only be considered a friendship.

Wind brushed his collar, bringing a refreshing breeze, but Gu Xizhou only felt a little cold.

 

When they entered the world, Gu Ji Ji told him that everything had a meaning. It wasn’t until he got out and saw Gu Qing and Zhou Xinyue that he realized why Ji Ji wanted to say thank you.

Ji Ji’s task world was like an isolated cut of time, and when he returned to the present through Ji Ji’s door, completing Gu Ji Ji’s wish actually changed the past.

As for inside the door, Gu Xizhou had a subtle feeling. He’d completed many worlds before, but after passing through the doorway, he always possessed the ‘deceased’. He could never communicate with them. Before this, he sympathized with the ghosts’ experiences, but he didn’t try to talk to them.

 

Ji Ji was different. When he passed through the door, he saw his experiences before he’d changed the past. 

Ji Ji wasn’t a stranger to him, but rather a brother and friend. Gu Xizhou felt something he never had before. He urgently wanted to console Ji Ji, and it was because of that that he could break the communication barrier and talk to Ji Ji.

He originally thought that the inside of the door was simply to allow the ghost to conclude their wish, so when he saw the grieving Ji Ji weeping inside the door, he wanted to comfort him!

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And now, it seemed that he was just a big joke.

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This led to that one immortal question: whether the chicken came first or the egg.

It was as if there was an unseen hand, manipulating everything from behind the scenes. 

Gu Xizhou’s face was filled with exhaustion. His thoughts were a complete mess.

From the beginning, Ji Ji knew that he would die and disappear after reviving him.

 

Thinking of this, Gu Xizhou couldn’t help but feel distressed. What was Ji Ji feeling while he was following him in the mission world?

As he was walking down the street, Gu Xizhou suddenly felt something ice cold on his cheek. Cold rainwater poured down on his face and body. People around him hastily pulled out an umbrella, and those without began to run. 

Only Gu Xizhou continued leisurely, ignoring the rain. He sat on a bench at the bus stop, gazing out at the sudden downpour. There were many others avoiding the rain here, and even though it was very noisy, Gu Xizhou felt very tranquil.

“Hurry, hurry, it’s raining even harder.”

“En en.”

A couple spoke in hushed tones, rushing for the bus. 

A man on his way to work carried an umbrella. He walked onto the platform and didn’t notice Gu Xizhou sitting beside him. He suddenly flung the water from his umbrella before he noticed that there was someone sitting to his left.

The man said, embarrassed, “Sorry, sorry!”

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Gu Xizhou shook his head at him silently. He pulled out his phone and made a call. After the busy signal, the other person picked up.

A clear and sonorous voice came from the speaker. It was a model baritone sound, hoarse with a bit of restraint and eroticism. 

“Is it raining over there?”

Gu Xizhou: “En.”

“Go home quickly. Don’t catch a cold.”

Gu Xizhou thought for a moment, then said: “I don’t want to go home.” 

“Is something wrong?”

The person on the other side of the phone didn’t speak. Conflict flashed through the handsome man’s eyes, and he said, “Give me your location. I’ll come find you.”

“By the door… the bus stop,” replied Gu Xizhou.

“Okay, I’m coming.” 

The corners of Gu Xizhou’s mouth curled up, thinking about when he would arrive. Less than ten minutes later, a familiar car parked in front of him. A person got out, coming over with an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

“Follow me, get in.” Si Yu’s voice was a bit anxious.

 

Gu Xizhou didn’t react, and Si Yu pulled him up and into the car.

“Go to a hotel.” Si Yu told the driver. 

“Yes!”

After getting in, Si Yu immediately used a towel to help dry him off. The driver in front was very professional, and he stared steadily at the road without a single glance toward the back.

In the back, Si Yu didn’t shun his damp clothes and directly pulled him into an embrace. He lowered his voice and asked, “What happened?”

Gu Xizhou bit his lip and didn’t speak. He didn’t know how to talk about it. 

Seeing that Gu Xizhou didn’t speak after a while, Si Yu broke the silence. “Forget it if you don’t want to talk about it.”

The car drove the whole way and stopped in front of a high end hotel. After Gu Xizhou entered the hotel room, Si Yu took out a set of new pajamas and handed them to him. “Change out of your wet clothes first. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

“En…”

Si Yu sat down in the room. Inside the bathroom, a hazy and indistinct figure was washing up. A bit of steam floated out from inside. 

The sound of water droplets came from inside. Gu Xizhou took a shower, wiped off his dripping wet body, and changed into a bathrobe. After he came out, Si Yu was still sitting on the sofa. He opened his mouth, but he didn’t know how to say it.

“Eat something first,” said Si Yu, putting a finger to his lips. He said warmly to Gu Xizhou, “Wait until you want to say it.”

Gu Xizhou sat, leaning on Si Yu’s shoulder for a while. Then, Gu Xizhou’s phone went off. It was Zhou Xinyue’s number. Gu Xizhou answered and said he wasn’t going home today to prevent them from worrying. Then, he hung up.

Noticing Si Yu’s indifferent expression, Gu Xizhou lowered his voice and told him, “That was my mom.” 

“En. Aunt is very worried about you.”

Gu Xizhou heard Si Yu’s reply and said, “You don’t think there’s anything wrong?” My parents both died, and now they’re suddenly here!

Si Yu stared at him with a blank expression, and he replied with a bit of grievance, “I don’t.”

Gu Xizhou’s heart suddenly sank. If the mission takers also didn’t find anything strange, it seemed that only those who entered the mission world would know reality had changed. 

The mission world was not a simple supernatural battle royale.

Ji Ji’s mission world could change the past. Li Yan’s prop could see the future. Both the past and the future could be changed. This world was a lot stranger than he thought.

 

Furthermore, the world Ji Ji said he entered before the campus world, the one where he got the will prop, was definitely not simple. It was as if ‘someone’ was accurately controlling everything and exploiting Ji Ji to resurrect him.

Gu Xizhou couldn’t help but recall what Fu Yiran said before, and his brows cinched into a ‘川’. Fu Yiran said he was a weapon, a knife used to kill. Since he was a knife, then ‘someone’ had to be the killer who revived him. But who did they want to kill? 

Since the ‘person’ who resurrected him even has the power to change the past, then they could do it themselves. Why would they bring him back to kill someone?

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