Unlike the wild parties in reality, the players gathered here today are not the kind of people who show off.
They each had their own things to do later, so after eating cake and chatting briefly, they hurriedly dispersed. Before leaving, Ji Yuanzhi notified the front desk to send someone to clean up the room. The last person to leave was the president himself, and Wen Shi specifically called him back.
"I have a birthday party to attend in two days. If you contact me and I don't respond in time, it means I'm at the birthday party."
President: "…"
So where exactly is the loneliness and pity?
Ji Yuanzhi knew it was time to get a new pair of glasses, and the organization was willing to reimburse him.
The orphan of the beautiful world smiled and waved, escorted the masked man out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
For the next few days, Wen Shi barely left the house, lounging in the hotel's luxurious bed. After a long period of tense nerves, the timely relaxation made him feel refreshed. Finally, after the cool-down period from the previous tea party had passed, Wen Shi began to invite all family members.
The first one to pass was the Earl.
"Heh--" Wen Shi admired his courage.
Before long, the invitation to all members was approved.
It was already past noon, and everyone had time, so there was no need to wait any longer. When the system notified him that he could begin, Wen Shi didn't immediately click "Agree." After a few days of slumping, he packed up a bit, changed into some neat clothes, and officially set off.
…
Sanatorium, information room.
The old light bulbs were replaced with small colored lights, and a neat cream-yellow tablecloth was placed on the round table. On it was a crystal vase with fluffy baby's breath in it, which looked fresh and bright.
After the last unpleasant parting, especially the young man who was not on good terms with Jian Qingrong, his first reaction after seeing the specially arranged environment was that it was a maze set up by the scheming man.
Not long after, Jian Qingrong emerged from the darkness pushing a cart with a three-layer cake on it that was very eye-catching.
The hostility in the boy's eyes faded a little, as if he had thought of something. Just as he was about to speak to confirm, Ah Sang suddenly complained, holding the bowl in his arms: "It was him, the bad guy who almost killed Dad!"
He wasn't accusing Jian Qingrong, of course. In the corner Ah Sang pointed, colorful lights cast a shadow on the man's naturally pale face, lending his normally gloomy features a psychedelic quality. The gemstone atop the castle owner's scepter shone brilliantly. Despite his fury, the child had to admit that this man, possessing such lethal power, looked quite expensive.
Temperament is expensive, equipment is expensive, and appearance is expensive.
There weren't many adjectives in his mind, and expensive and fragrant already occupied half of them.
It happened that Xie Tangyan had just been teleported over, and before her figure had completely solidified, she received a real-name report from A Sang.
The longsword was unsheathed, transforming into a streak of rainbow light and darting directly towards the Earl. The staff and the blade collided, but the Earl blocked it with a powerful force.
Seeing this, the young man sneered. His extremely lethal demonic tail appeared and slammed into the ground with a crisp, melodious sound. The sound waves spread out in circles, drawing everyone's attention. His narrow eyes swept over, meeting the young man's gaze, which could arouse infinite desire. A hint of mockery flashed in the earl's scarlet eyes: "Rotten soul."
The owner of the castle is obsessed with the appearance of the soul, and the only thing that fascinates him is the smell of the soul.
The young man narrowed his eyes, it was interesting. When he deliberately confused people, besides Jian Qingrong, there was one more person who didn't get the trick.
The next second, the slender figure disappeared from the spot, even faster than A Sang, and the nails with a faint luster scratched towards the neck of the owner of the castle.
The man was forced back two steps, avoiding the fatal blow. A long, deep gash appeared on his arm, and blood gurgled out like a boiling cauldron of hell. One against two, there was no chance of winning, especially since the young man was extremely powerful. If he went all out, no one here could withstand him.
Restricted by the special suppression of his homeland, even though the Earl is only one thousandth of the family, wiping him out is still a taboo in his homeland. All his power is compressed in a closed space, which is quite frustrating.
The young man didn't care about this. He would hit the victim as hard as he could and make him disabled as much as possible.
The sword light, the devil's tail sweep, the scepter... the three forces collided, and the light and shadow were disordered.
When Wen Shi finished packing and appeared, he happened to see this scene.
The game teleported him to the relative safety of the doorway, and the first sight of the melee was dazzling.
"Dad." A Sang hugged Wen Shi's arm, pulled him to sit down, stood on a stool and put a small birthday crown on his finger with both hands.
Across from him, Jian Qingrong was putting up birthday candles. It was the same face, but he had taken off the hypocritical porcelain mask he wore when he was working in the factory. When he lowered his head and worked seriously, the true charm of this face was revealed.
Wen Shi's eyes kept unconsciously looking to the other side: "There..."
However, he was the only one who cared about the battle situation, while the other two, one big and one small, had already started clapping their hands to keep rhythm.
"Happy birthday to you..."
A few meters away: Xie Tangyan asked coldly: "Which hand did you use to hurt him?"
"Do everything according to your heart. Cutting off your hands is not enough, you still have to dig out your heart." The young man said with a smile.
The terrifying conversation was just around the corner. Wen Shi wanted to wait and see, but a warm song was playing in front of him: "Happy birthday to you..."
Jian Qingrong and A Sang sang the birthday song in a very serious manner without being interrupted at all.
In order to show respect, Wen Shi couldn't turn his head away, but forced himself to smile and sang along with them.
"Don't worry about them." When the birthday song ended, Jian Qingrong smiled and said, "Make a wish first."
Wen Shi closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and lowered his head slightly: "I hope..."
"Are you married?" the castle owner's slightly frantic voice drifted over. "Didn't you ask me that question yourself? I'm just asking for an answer."
What responded to him was a three-foot long sword.
The fighting became fierce again, and the sound of metal clashing was endless.
"I hope..." Someone's blood spurted out and splashed on Wen Shi's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Jian Qingrong used a tissue to help him wipe away the blood.
Wen Shi took a deep breath and tried to finish his words in one go: "I hope our family can live in harmony. A harmonious family brings prosperity."
Before he could even utter the word "Xing", a black shadow flashed before him. With a loud bang, the owner of the castle was thrown to the other side by the devil's tail and fell heavily against the wall.
Xie Tangyan and the young man dodged and chased after him.
Wen Shi lowered his head and blew out the candle, once, twice, but it didn't go out until the third time.
A Sang and Jian Qingrong helped to blow the fire, and it burned even more vigorously.
Wen Shi: "…"
He was just wishful thinking.
The tip of the sword finally reached the fragile throat, but after moving forward a little at first, it was restricted by the home system and could not continue to stab.
The owner of the castle had many wounds on his body, including a cut at the corner of his eye. As blood dripped, he stared at the tip of the sword, and the desire in his eyes grew stronger.
Xie Tangyan pointed his sword at him, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Shi. He gave an example on the spot: "Watch this, brother. Anyone who can react when their chin is lifted by a sword is no different from an animal. If you see one in the future, stab him to death."
Wen Shi hesitated for a moment: "It's okay."
The owner of the castle looked up, not expecting him to speak for him.
"When I tortured others with my sword, some onlookers even got excited."
In the midst of a sea of blood, someone's favorability is rapidly increasing.
Jian Qingrong, a bystander, sat in his original position quite calmly. When the other party threatened Harajuku Guan with a sword, the tip of the sword slid from the throat to the waist and abdomen. At that moment, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. It was really sexy.
Recalling that scene, Jian Qingrong's Adam's apple tightened and his slender and distinct fingers closed suspiciously.
Seeing this scene, Xie Tangyan suddenly fell silent.
Wen Shi thought about it and asked the boy, "Is this perverted?"
He used to think it was just a minor psychological problem.
The boy answered seriously, "I don't know. I usually pick people's chins with my toes, not with a sword."
Ah Sang seemed to understand, but he still tried hard to join in the conversation: "I only make people bow their heads." He deliberately held the bowl in his left hand and demonstrated the action: "Just hit the top of the head directly."
"…" Xie Tangyan's expression was as cold as ice.
This family is amazing because of you.
The boy jumped back onto the high chair, which fitted him perfectly. The demon's tail dangled from the bottom, swaying back and forth, resembling the slight complaint he was making at the moment: "I can't kill it. It's a bit annoying."
Damn the rules and restrictions, the scheming man can't be killed, and neither can the crazy man.
Wen Shi bit the tip of the cake and said, "If I work harder, I can develop a new function [Come to my house]."
He has been coveting this feature for a long time, but it's such a damn shame that it requires 10,000 points to unlock it.
Ah Sang was excited: "Are you going to invite food to be our guest?"
Wen Shi nodded.
A Sang: "Then come on, Dad!"
Wen Shi handed him the cherry on the cake, thinking about how to make a fortune. With the friendship of Hug Bear, Wen Shi could not fleece the financial sponsor anymore. It was time to swing the sickle towards new leeks.
Throughout the tea party, Wen Shi was bathed in the whirlwind of blood and love. In the second half, Ah Sang suddenly joined the fray, temporarily replacing the young man so that he could accompany Wen Shi to eat cake. Everyone rotated in turn, always maintaining a two-on-one situation, and managed to complete Wen Shi's birthday celebration without delaying either of them.
Blood was gushing out. Wen Shi could try to block it at first, but gradually he became numb and was almost able to eat cream cake with blood.
What surprised Wen Shi the most was Jian Qingrong's ability. The other party never got close to him, but calmly cut his palm. Molecules with a bloody smell instantly spread in the air. After being caught by the Earl's nose, he slowed down the other party's attack through a trace of connection with the source of pollution.
When Jian Qingrong was present as a relatively complete body, the power he exerted was much stronger than when he was in the state of Big Eyeball.
The system prompted that afternoon tea was about to end and the mixed doubles match was declared over.
The Earl's blood is indeed thick. Even though he is covered with wounds, he still has the strength to fight.
Wen Shi was about to make a few verbal attacks to express his frustration over being pierced through the heart by a scepter that day, when Jian Qingrong suddenly walked up to him, bent down and hung a cold object around Wen Shi's neck.
Wen Shi's skin broke out in goose bumps. His first reaction was the eyeballs, but he soon realized that the eyeballs could not be taken to the virtual world. He looked down and found that it was a pendant.
It is red, with slightly cloudy edges, similar to an amber pendant.
Jian Qingrong: "There is a drop of my blood in it. I will try to find you through it."
"By a drop of blood?"
Jian Qingrong smiled and said, "The heart is the most polluted place. This is a drop of heart blood, and the eyes can sense it."
His left eye was still bandaged, and his scarecrow body was currently undergoing further transformation in the laboratory. He looked extremely sick.
Wen Shi rubbed his eyebrows. The slices in the laboratory were not cut like this. Gouging out eyes, poking hearts... it was almost like digging out bones.
"you..."
Jian Qingrong interrupted softly: "I know what's going on."
His body has long been a super source of pollution. Unlike normal humans, if he wants to evolve, the best sample is still himself.
"Afternoon tea is over and the home is temporarily closed."
Wen Shi seized the last moment to say goodbye to everyone. Xie Tangyan stepped directly over the earl's gorgeous clothes, took two steps in the direction where Wen Shi was about to disappear, and warned him, "Be careful."
Wen Shi nodded, waved his hand and said, "See you next time."
The game will not be delayed for even a minute and the transmission will start immediately.
…
When he opened his eyes again, Wen Shi was shocked to see the exact same self in front of him.
Familiar lights, dressing mirror on the wall, it took him two seconds to realize he was back in the hotel.
Thanks to a good rest over the past two days, the dark circles under the person in the mirror had faded. Wen Shi touched the pendant stuck on his collarbone. Jian Qingrong's aesthetic taste was impeccable. The pendant was exquisitely crafted, with a layer of silver coating on the outside.
He pulled up a chair and sat down, then sent a message to Ji Yuanzhi:
Please tell me how to get points quickly.
Wen Shi burned through his points so much that the points from [One Sword to Flatten the Sphere] were almost enough to complete an entire dungeon, but he couldn't use it. Firstly, the move was incredibly lethal, and secondly, he needed to accumulate points to redeem the "Great Accomplishment Sword Technique" for Xie Tangyan.
A quote of the day: Games are damn black-hearted businessmen.
Five minutes later, before Ji Yuanzhi's reply, Wen Shi was about to call to order food, but Ji Yuanzhi called at that moment and said straight to the point, "There is an opportunity recently, but it's very risky."
Wen Shi has a firm belief: "People die for money, birds die for food!"
"..." Ji Yuanzhi was silent for a moment, "It's a unique copy."
A unique copy does not refer to a rare book. Wen Shi had previously read in the Virtual World Guide that there was a popular two-round endgame and a three-round unique copy. This means that after the second round of endgame, it becomes an endgame again, which is called a unique copy.
Compared to the danger of having a single copy, Wen Shi was more concerned about another point: "Players don't have the initiative to decide which copy they can participate in."
"The First Commandment's leader has a way to bring people in. He's currently meeting with the guild leader to discuss the matter in detail. If you can convince him, you can go in with them."
"Why is he mobilizing so many troops?" Wen Shi exclaimed. "Could it be that he wants to persuade your guild leader to join him in the mission?"
"yes."
The affirmative answer made Wen Shi's joking expression disappear, and he asked further.
"A thirty-player raid, and after two rounds, sixty players died, but for some reason the raid is still open."
After a short silence, Wen Shixu chuckled and said, "I'd better look for other channels."
He still cherishes his life.
Before hanging up, Wen Shi casually asked, "How much can you usually settle for a book with such a high mortality rate?"
"About 20,000 or 30,000."
Wen Shi brought the communicator back in front of him: "Where are they meeting? I'll go there now."
"…"
All important matters were discussed within the guild, and Wen Shi could not get in alone. The hotel staff took him to the door of a grand building, and Wen Shi waited there for Ji Yuanzhi to pick him up.
The area surrounding the guild building was extremely quiet. The area was essentially cordoned off by the Two Commandments, and no one dared to trespass.
Wen Shi soon waited for Ji Yuanzhi.
"Would they like to see me? If not, I'll write a few words on the message board."
Wen Shi has always been flexible. After all, it was quite strange for a newcomer like him to suddenly ask to join the big boss's discussion.
He asked as he walked, but Ji Yuanzhi didn't answer. He pushed open the first door at the corner. In addition to the masked man, there was a man and a woman sitting in the room.
The woman yawned, looking half asleep. Wen Shi took a closer look and confirmed that she wasn't drowsy, but rather a desperate effort to stay awake despite being extremely weak. The man on the other side had those eyes, so affectionate that even a dog could look at them. His brow ridges were high, his eye sockets deep, and his aura was as tranquil as the ocean, carrying a sense of tolerance.
One of these two people is the president, and the other's identity must be extraordinary. If it were not for this premise, Wen Shi might have been deceived by the man's infinitely gentle appearance and formed the initial impression that he was easy to get along with.
The man took the initiative to greet her: "Hello, I'm Li Nan, the president of Yijie." Then he introduced the woman: "This is Qi Qi, the vice president."
He was not at all arrogant, which made Wen Shi extremely alert. He stretched out his hand and shook it lightly: "Pei Wenwei."
"Ji Yuanzhi thinks very highly of you. He says you can break through situations unexpectedly, and sometimes even lead others to victory without any effort."
Wen Shi shyly waved his hand: "Thank you for your compliment."
"Let's get back to the point." The masked man in the main seat knocked on the armrest. "Since this is a group battle dungeon, we might be on opposing sides. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to be so proactive in inviting me?"
The question was asked slowly and with great pressure. Li Nan responded calmly, "That's why I came. Qi Qi has already calculated that all players entering this group battle belong to the same faction."
Although President Erjie was wearing a mask, one could inexplicably feel that his brows were furrowed beneath the mask.
Not to mention him, Wen Shi's breath was also caught in his throat. The players were united in front, but what stood on the other side of that front? A monster? No matter which angle you looked at it from, the whole thing was very strange.
Masked man: "What else did she come up with?"
Wen Shi observed calmly. Qi Qi's skill was undoubtedly divination. Being able to become the vice president of the largest guild, her level was probably far above Zhou Xiaochun.
Li Nan then slowly uttered two words: "Key."
To leave the dungeon, you need to collect three keys, and the hall with only five people suddenly becomes so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
Wen Shi finally understood the expressions of others when he talked about the clues about Frank Hospital in the cemetery. He didn't know whether he should listen or not.
Li Nan continued without disguising, "I came to discuss cooperation with you because I know you well. We agreed beforehand that whichever party gets the key will have to pay the other party 60,000 points."
This is to avoid unnecessary fighting.
"Okay." The masked man agreed readily.
"I have a seven-person team prop here. We each bring one person. Excluding Pei Wenwei, there are still two spots available. I plan to invite Xiao Min from the Deep Space Guild and Qian Laiye from the Mockingbird Guild."
The masked man thought about it for a moment and did not object.
Without a single unnecessary polite word, Li Nan stood up and said, "Based on the results of the last two rounds of the game, this dungeon will reopen every seven days. It's only been four days since the last round. See you at the square at 11 o'clock the day after tomorrow."
Qi Qi almost left hanging on Li Nan's body, as the backlash of divination caused great damage to her body.
After the two men walked away, Wen Shi was quite surprised at how smoothly the trip went: "Give me a free spot?"
It's rare to meet someone with a key, so shouldn't we bring our own people?
The masked man said in a deep voice: "Variable."
Wen Shi's thinking in gaming was somewhat different from that of the big guys, but he did not hide this at all and looked at Ji Yuanzhi humbly.
"Qi Qi's divination is likely to yield a bad outcome," Ji Yuanzhi analyzed. "Xiao Min and Qian Lai aren't particularly skilled players, but their strength lies in their quick wits. They share similarities with you, often taking unconventional paths. The more daring the player, the more likely they are to become a breakthrough point. This is the variable. Coupled with the Guild President's strength, Li Nan is hoping to revitalize the deadlock this way."
The decision-making power always lies with the individual. Ji Yuanzhi never liked making decisions for others, so when Wen Shi asked, he didn't hide the news of the rare copy. Now, simply as a friend, he reminded her: "Think twice before you act."
Then he said to the masked man, "Don't worry, I'll be here for the guild."
President: "…"
He will definitely not give up the key, this is a must, but with the comparison with the previous sentence, why does it sound so awkward?
The guild cannot be leaderless, so only one of the two can go. The same goes for Yijie. Li Nan will not bring Qi Qi.
The masked man and Ji Yuanzhi needed to discuss the candidates for this trip. Wen Shi felt it was pointless to stay here any longer, so he prepared to leave. Before leaving, he looked at the Second Commandment leader and said, "I haven't asked for your name yet."
The masked man considered the candidate without looking up at him and said calmly, "Yu Xingzhou."
…
After leaving the guild building, Wen Shi went directly to the square.
Things were different now. He was about to join the leaders of two major guilds in a dungeon. If someone tried to capture him and force him to reveal information, as they had done before, the guilds wouldn't sit idly by. With his safety guaranteed, Wen Shi lingered in the square for a moment longer, standing in front of the giant projection screen, looking up at the dungeon match in progress.
One of them was particularly eye-catching. There were several rows of numbers of the participating players alone. Now all those numbers turned gray and completely transformed into a string of cold numbers.
At the top was the name of the dungeon. Wen Shi squinted his eyes and read it out:
"Sunset Red Tour Group."
In this virtual world shrouded in perpetual fog, darkness fell particularly early as the sun was about to set. The blood-red afterglow barely pierced through the clouds, illuminating the square with a chilling chill.
Wen Shi stared at the projection screen quietly. All he could do was try his best to survive and not let his number turn gray.
Two days passed in a flash.
Two days later, near midnight, many people gathered in the square of the virtual world. Calculating the time, they knew that the unique copy would be available again tonight, and they were curious about who would enter the game.
"Fuck." The silence was broken by a curse word.
Not only him, many people also made the same exclamation immediately after arriving. They rubbed their eyes to make sure they saw it correctly. In front of the square, the presidents of the First and Second Commandments were standing together and talking.
The players looked at each other in bewilderment. It was unlikely that the president of a large guild would come and join in the fun. There was only one possibility: these two people wanted to go to the next level.
"Do you think they will..." someone whispered, "Are they going to order a unique copy?"
Players cannot choose their own dungeons, but as the top two guilds, they always have some special methods.
"I'm more curious why Pei Wenwei is always there wherever something strange happens?"
Everyone was paying attention to the big boss at first, but after he said that, everyone saw Wen Shi standing shoulder to shoulder with the big boss, who was taking the time to nibble on a chocolate bar.
"…"
There are still ten minutes until midnight, and the news that the two presidents are going to join forces to attack the base spread quickly.
Many skilled players woke up instantly after receiving the news, getting out of bed to ponder what treasures this dungeon held that would attract such a large crowd. Some even considered entering the dungeon at midnight. While the probability was low, there was still a chance of stumbling upon a unique copy if they chose that time.
No matter what others thought, Li Nan remained indifferent in the square, and kept looking down at his watch to calculate the time.
In the last ten seconds, Wen Shi heard the system prompt sound.
[Player 366633 uses the multiplayer team prop to invite you. Do you accept the invitation? ]
"yes."
[Waiting for other members' approval]
[All teams formed successfully]
[Player 366633 uses the prop stamp. This match is the directional version of the Sunset Red Tour Group.]
[Sunset Red Travel Group: Medium-sized Group Battle Dungeon
Number of players: 30
Initial camp: All players are in the same camp
Plot Summary: This is a high-end tour group specifically for successful individuals. Those who sign up have achieved something in their life journeys. Successful individuals often lose their humility, proving the saying: "Those below are clearly divided, but those above are equal." Sunset Red Tours is a tour group designed for successful individuals to rediscover their original selves!
The tour group can ensure that passengers have a dream trip from the moment they board the train to the moment they arrive at their destination. This year, to thank new and old friends for their support, Sunset Red Travel Group has specially added a new tourist attraction!
Your role: Your name is Aaron. Fresh off a thrilling romance show, you unexpectedly learn of missing family members. It turns out you're the legitimate heir to Frank Hospital! To reclaim the hospital, you've assembled your own team, sending your host undercover on the front lines. Now, you're no longer alone. You have comrades, friends, and even an admirer with ulterior motives. After leaving the coffin village, you've become complacent. To find a way to regain your composure, you sign up for the Sunset Red Tour Group, which claims to help all travelers rediscover their roots.
Note: Don't get on the wrong train after entering the station. You need to board the green train with colorful flags.
Please note that all player skills are locked from the time you enter the station until the train arrives at the destination.
Wen Shi's eyes twitched as he watched. Even though he knew it was a dog game, he couldn't help but grumble. More than just arrogance, the more fatal flaw in this character design is the suicidal nature of it. Why sign up for a tour group when you have nothing better to do?
Skill lock means that he has to use the summoning skills in advance. Summoning essential combination package: game recommendation.
Wen Shi stated his request as usual, and this time the system sent a different prompt tone:
"In this round, the intervention of the parallel world self may not be a good thing. Players please consider it carefully."
This is the first time the game has given such a warning.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment. From his previous summons, he had at least grasped one point: his parallel selves were also facing difficulties, and the game, while providing them with solutions, demanded mutual assistance. Wen Shi wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out in the dungeon, but if he stopped summoning, another parallel self would continue to face the same predicament.
Don't make decisions for others.
On this point, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi maintain a high degree of similarity.
"Can you tell him if he wants to see me?"
Wen Shi doesn't like lying to his own people, and he believes it's the same over there.
In a moment, the system's cold prompt sounded again: "The other party really wants to see you."
Wen Shi didn't hesitate: "Summon."
[Skill 'I Am Me' activated, this recommendation points are 50.]
[The target person has sent me something. Would you like to accept it? The shipping fee is 10 points.]
Are you a mosquito? You even suck this little blood!
Wen Shi took a deep breath and said, "Received."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold object appeared in his hand. At the same time, the copy began to load and the world fell into complete darkness.