Chapter 222: [Blessed with Longevity] How Could It Be Like This
Game Customer Support: Sweetie, how about this instead? On top of the rewards mentioned earlier, you can pick any three items from inside this game to bring out as props, including the Tai Sui (?). Though, of course, this Tai Sui (?) is extremely dangerous, so whether you can control it or whether it backfires on you has nothing to do with the game.
Game Customer Support: The above represents the maximum sincerity we can offer. If you accept, take the task directly. If you cannot accept, we can look for other players—these anomalous NPCs are far from being just one or two, and plenty of players are willing to take on this task.
Having finished typing, its avatar swapped back to a red, falsely smiling face once more.
Bai Cha smiled.
So… her parents were definitely players.
Unwilling to disclose…
Neither had she ever seen lost players similar to Xu Ming-wang on the leaderboards, nor had she forgotten her parents.
So what was the deal with her parents?
This inevitably involved secrets of a higher tier within the game.
Far more important than this NPC.
Bai Cha clicked Yes.
[System Notice: You have accepted the task to purge NPC Qin Fa. Before the task is completed, you cannot leave this instance. Your clearance mode has been altered to: Purge Qin Fa!]
Having accepted the task, Bai Cha stepped onto her shoes woven from Dodder Vines, returning to the nurse desk without making a single sound.
Those two nurses were still chatting away, holding zero intention of going on rounds, and Bai Cha was in no hurry either.
From today’s exchange with the Game Customer Support, it wasn’t hard to tell that if a player possessed sufficient bargaining chips, the game was open to negotiations.
So Shen Qingchen refraining from entering the game for a whole year was indeed doable.
Yet behind these negotiations, was the game truly willing to compromise unilaterally?
Bai Cha sensed a distinct wave of crisis.
This negotiation seemed like a victory on her end, yielding extra information to boot.
Yet perhaps these things weren’t particularly important to the game in the first place.
She bound herself to be far more cautious and prudent moving forward.
The elevator doors opened out of the blue.
A hospital bed was wheeled out.
Lying atop it was the player who had been wheeled away earlier today.
His eyes were wide open, staring blankly up at the ceiling, completely free of bindings, lying there without moving a single muscle.
The two nurses from the nurse desk stepped forward as well.
“Oh, frontal lobotomy?”
The two appeared thoroughly accustomed to this, able to tell at a single glance.
After all, certain patients indeed managed to remember having witnessed the Tai Sui during their treatment sessions.
To be safe with such patients, they were stripped of their ability to communicate altogether.
“Yep, even though he wouldn’t have survived more than a few days anyway.”
The nurses pushing the hospital bed chatted with them.
“Tsk… these people, why can’t they just accept treatment peacefully? It costs them no money, and they’re served delicious food and drink daily, plus everyone here accepts them—how wonderful is that? On the outside, not even their own families can stand them!”
“Right…”
Trading a couple of lines, the player on the hospital bed was pushed away.
Those two nurses took the opportunity to go on rounds as well.
Bai Cha trailed close behind them.
Until she saw the door to her own room pushed open.
The female nurse stepped inside to check on their condition.
Bai Cha slipped inside as well. Once the other finished recording and departed, she lay back onto her bed, casually stowing the puppet and the Invisibility Cloak away.
Oh, right—there was still a dog in her arms.
Bai Cha placed the dog beside her bed, facing the puppy in the dark.
The puppy ought to be a mere soul, likely belonging to the entity class as well, carrying zero odor.
Bai Cha pondered what purpose this dog served.
She had caught sight of the information regarding that young child earlier—his name was Yi Mi. According to Qin Fa’s records, Yi Mi didn’t suffer from autism, but rather a lost soul.
As for the origin of this deduction, it stemmed from the fact that before the age of two, the child had been entirely normal.
Until one day when the child accompanied his grandfather outside, crying and throwing a tantrum while claiming he saw something, yet no one else could see what he was describing.
By the time the child settled down, he had turned into his current state.
Supposedly, the child had been screaming continuously back then: Don’t catch me, don’t catch me!
Bai Cha poked the little puppy.
“Your master is upstairs.”
The puppy tilted its head to look at the ceiling, then turned its eyes back to Bai Cha.
It opened its mouth out of the blue.
That mouth stretched open exceedingly wide.
For an originally adorable puppy to gape its jaws this wide so unexpectedly was quite terrifying, yet what proved truly horrifying was inside its mouth—a human face.
It was the face of that young child named Yi Mi, eyes squeezed shut inside its maw.
The little black dog snapped its mouth shut once more, staring at Bai Cha with round, glossy eyes, before giving another polite bow.
Bai Cha spoke with hesitation: “You retrieved your little master’s soul, so he can return to normal?”
The little black dog’s eyes lit up instantly. Extending a paw, it hesitated briefly before nodding its head with great difficulty.
A dog’s anatomy differed from a human’s after all; nodding was a rather difficult gesture for them.
Bai Cha looked at it thoughtfully.
“How am I supposed to help you? It looks like your little master’s soul has fused with yours.”
The little black dog blinked, then suddenly flipped over into Bai Cha’s arms, rubbing against her forcefully before pointing its paw toward the window outside.
Bai Cha stroked its fur softly.
“Take you two out?”
The little black dog sat bolt upright instantly, nodding.
“You overestimate me far too much.” Bai Cha rubbed its head. “I can’t even get out myself.”
The little black dog’s ears drooped, a look of profound disappointment overflowing across its face.
It cast another eager, longing glance at Bai Cha.
Bai Cha remained completely unmoved.
Thereupon, it leaped off the bed and ran straight through the door, vanishing from sight.
Bai Cha didn’t mind in the slightest.
She had simply been curious about this little dog’s uniqueness; now that she knew, her curiosity was satisfied.
Saving the child… it wasn’t impossible, but this was a game…
Even if she brought them out, what then?
Besides, if she killed Qin Fa and took the Tai Sui away, this instance likely wouldn’t exist anymore anyway.
If this place was an independent world to begin with, they would achieve liberation all the same when the time came.
If liberation proved impossible, they would likely be erased…
In short, this truly wasn’t something she could help with.
She still had to figure out a way to kill Qin Fa, and it was about time to test his waters.
Speaking of Qin Fa, the man himself had now arrived before the door of his private room.
He had originally intended to test those few special patients, yet no telling if none had managed to run off, as no one had followed him—a genuine pity.
So he returned directly.
Yet why was a foul stench wafting out from inside his room?
That sensation felt as though a toilet had exploded, been baked under scorching heat, and then sprinkled with a heavy dose of salt.
Qin Fa’s brows knitted progressively closer.
His room featured a private bathroom—had the bathroom exploded?
Pushing the door open, that overpowering stench surged straight toward his face.
Failing to maintain control as his expression turned through various shades, Qin Fa shut the door once more, turned around, and swiftly departed the floor, striding into the courtyard to inhale several deep gulps of fresh air before feeling slightly better.
Taking off his glasses, tears had been smoked out of his eyes.
Raising his hand to wipe them away, he discovered that his clothing seemed to have been tainted with that foul stench as well.
It clung to him like a maggot on a bone, sticking fast the instant it touched him, impossible to shake off no matter what.
Qin Fa closed his eyes briefly.
He dialed a call to the maintenance department.
“Go check my room and see if the toilet in there exploded! Why is it so fucking foul?!”
Even if a toilet exploded, it shouldn’t reach a degree like this, should it?!
