Help Ch19

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 19: The Northern Shrine

Next, and then the next.

The spirits meticulously mimicked the villagers, all their disputes trivial matters between neighbors.

As a result, whenever faced with interpersonal squabbles, Fang Xiu outmaneuvered them easily. When it came to property disputes, Fang Xiu would simply say, “Swear to the god of Weishan first.” A line of spirits entered the shrine in full force, but fewer than a third of them emerged.

After finishing all eight cases, Fang Xiu slung the severed head back onto his back and got up from the chair as if he were clocking out from work.

Before leaving, he gave Bai Shuangying another glance.

His evil spirit usually had a blank expression, never showing any extreme emotions. But upon closer inspection, Fang Xiu realized Bai Shuangying’s emotions were quite straightforward.

When happy, he would smile. When displeased, he would kill.

This guy was clearly not stupid, but he wasn’t good at lying. Even his malice was pure, pure to the point of being somewhat endearing.

Fang Xiu hadn’t seen this kind of person, whether human or ghost, for a long time.

Someone like this was either too young to have faced the harshness of reality or so powerful they couldn’t be bothered to care about others.

Fang Xiu made up his mind not to let reality crush his ghost.

“Bai Shuangying.”

“Hm?”

Fang Xiu: “Did you get mad when I said, ‘Evil spirits are inherently evil’?”

“Hm.” Bai Shuangying gave him a glance.

“Sorry about that. I had to quickly explain things to the others, so I simplified it. I know not all spirits necessarily want to harm humans…”

“No, I want to harm humans,” Bai Shuangying said coldly. “I just don’t like humans judging us freely.”

Fang Xiu: “……”

Fang Xiu replied seriously, “Since you’re not a good person either, we’re even more suited to be friends.”

Bai Shuangying stopped, surprised at Fang Xiu’s self-awareness. “You said ‘either’…”

“Yeah, I’ve been hiding some of my discoveries on purpose.” Fang Xiu leaned in and whispered to the spirit, “Some of them still need to be verified. Others, well, I have my own uses for them… Do you know what’s most important at the negotiation table?”

Under Fang Xiu’s gaze, Bai Shuangying curiously tilted his head.

“It’s leverage,” Fang Xiu said with a smile.

……

The group didn’t find any new clues. Following the guidance of the copper gourd, Fourth Master led them back.

They had started with eight people, but now only six remained.

Along the way, Fang Xiu summarized their situation. The empty shrine was most likely a scene-recreation setup by the spirits. On one hand, it allowed them to imitate the villagers more deeply, and on the other, it gave them opportunities to trap and kill the group.

If they made mistakes in the shrine, Old Man Fu could justifiably capture them. Conversely, if they acted appropriately in the shrine, the spirits had no choice but to accept it… In short, the greater the reward, the higher the risk, for both humans and spirits.

Fourth Master understood this clearly. Based on this cunning behavior, Brother Scar probably died at Fang Xiu’s hands. However, given his current predicament and Fang Xiu’s usefulness, seeking revenge now would be foolish.

As they headed back, Fourth Master pushed the madman to the front of the group. The madman kept muttering nonsense, but didn’t react otherwise.

This took up most of the night. By dawn, the group had returned to the opera stage.

The singing on the stage continued, repeating the “Bird in a Cage” segment over and over. Old Man Fu still sat watching the show, but three more chairs had appeared on the stage.

Jia Xu and Huang Mao were seated side by side, right next to Doctor’s corpse.

Both of them had been dressed in red robes, with large red flowers tied tightly around them, securing them to the armchairs. Their chests still rose and fell slightly, indicating they were only unconscious.

They were separated from Doctor by one more armchair, on which were piled Brother Scar’s dismembered body parts, clearly intended for the two of them.

“So that’s what they meant by ‘detained’,” Fang Xiu mused.

Cheng Songyun’s voice trembled. “W-What if we all end up tied up there…”

Fang Xiu: “Then we can piece Brother Scar back together. We’re almost there.” Just missing Skinny Monkey.

Cheng Songyun: “……”

She clasped her hands and quietly recited a few Buddhist prayers.

Meanwhile, Fourth Master began playing with the gourd again. This time, it indicated that the north was an auspicious direction, but the gourd’s mouth wobbled slightly, not as steady as before.

Acting like a ruthless boss, Fourth Master ordered, “We’ll check the north first, then come back to rest. We’ll deal with the south and west in the daytime.”

Fang Xiu had no objections. Though it was always drizzling during the day here, the yang energy was still stronger than at night.

He made one suggestion. “Let’s head to the shrine first and grab a bite.”

The real shrine was just as before, with the deity statue unchanged.

The offering table was still piled with food, and everyone, familiar with the routine by now, immediately dug in. After seeing so many eerie things, even the deity statue seemed kind of pleasant.

Mei Lan held a can of yellow peaches, looking up at the deity statue.

The paint around the statue’s mouth hadn’t been cleaned, and it still oozed like blood. The smile, composed only of a mouth, faced the stage, overseeing everything.

“Eat some meat. This stuff won’t fill you up,” Fang Xiu said as he approached her, handing over a chicken leg. “You can put the stuff down for now. Weishan Village respects the gods, so leaving gifts in the shrine doesn’t count as ‘throwing them away’.”

Mei Lan hesitated for a moment before putting down the mud pastries, and sure enough, no taboo was broken.

“Thank you.” She gratefully accepted the chicken leg.

It was rare to see Fang Xiu do something considerate, and Bai Shuangying stood behind him, watching with interest.

A moment later, Fang Xiu glanced at Fourth Master and lowered his voice. “You mentioned earlier that Weishan inkstones weren’t selling well. Do you remember why?”

Bai Shuangying: “……”

So it’s a trade. Why am I not surprised?

Mei Lan frowned, trying to recall. “I remember. Weishan inkstones are a beautiful black color and produce ink quickly and smoothly. They sold well at first.”

“Later, customers complained that there was a strange smell when using the inkstones. Some returned them, while others kept using them because they liked the feel, though some ink does smell pretty bad…”

Fang Xiu: “Anything else?”

Mei Lan shook her head. “If the inkstones were haunted or people mysteriously died after buying them, I would’ve heard about it.”

Fang Xiu thanked her and returned to the offering table to continue eating.

“Finished asking?” Bai Shuangying asked, bored.

“Yeah, I have a theory. Just one more piece left.” Fang Xiu glanced at the idol.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you something,” Bai Shuangying said. “You traded a chicken leg for her answer. You gave me a ghost arm and your living soul. What are you hoping to get from me?”

Fang Xiu stopped chewing and silently stared at Bai Shuangying.

“You said you wanted to choose how you die and offered me your living soul. Let’s assume that’s the truth. But you never expect me to fight with all my strength for you. Why do you go out of your way to feed me?” Bai Shuangying asked directly.

“Because we’re friends,” Fang Xiu said.

Bai Shuangying: “I don’t believe you.”

“Because I like your appearance and personality,” Fang Xiu said.

Bai Shuangying: “Still don’t believe you.”

“Didn’t anyone ever treat you kindly for no reason when you were alive?” Fang Xiu asked.

Bai Shuangying thought for a moment. “No.”

Fang Xiu paused for a long while. “Seems like you’ve had bad luck too. Alright, I’ll be honest, but don’t laugh at me.”

Bai Shuangying silently stared at him, waiting for either a plea or a deal.

Fang Xiu rubbed his face. “…I just want to talk to you more.”

Bai Shuangying was so puzzled that he might as well have had a question mark engraved on his forehead.

“When I’m alive, I’ll find food for you. When I die, I’ll give you my living soul to eat. I have nothing else you could possibly want.” Fang Xiu explained in a quiet voice, “This way, I don’t have to be on guard around you, and I can talk to you in peace.”

“When I said I’m afraid of loneliness, that was the truth.”

Bai Shuangying brushed aside Fang Xiu’s bangs and looked directly into his eyes. Fang Xiu met his gaze head-on, not avoiding it.

Bai Shuangying wasn’t good at deciphering human emotions, but he knew how to listen to a human heartbeat. Fang Xiu’s heartbeat was steady. If he was lying, he’d be the world’s most remarkable liar.

“Alright,” Bai Shuangying said. “You don’t have to be on guard around me.”

After thinking for a moment, he added, “If I ever plan to harm you, I’ll give you a heads-up.”

Fang Xiu burst out laughing. “Deal.”

……

As it turned out, the road to the east had indeed been the easiest.

After walking north for less than half an hour, Mei Lan got injured. Burdened by the heavy corpse parts and dirt she carried, she stumbled and stepped on a nail. The nail, hidden in the shadows, pierced straight through her foot.

Mei Lan let out an immediate scream of pain.

“The nail fell. Sorry.” A spirit resembling a spider with a human face crawled out, its eight eyes rolling wildly as it stared at Mei Lan. “The nail fell. Sorry.”

The spirits crowded closer. “Sorry, sorry.”

Fang Xiu looked down and spotted several nails in the mud. These nails didn’t reflect light, and the ground was dark, making them hard to see.

Barely two minutes after Mei Lan’s injury, Fourth Master cursed as well. A spirit brushed past him, and something hanging from its body slashed a deep gash in his arm.

The wound was severe, and blood gushed out immediately.

“Sorry, sorry.” The spirits turned their faces, each wearing a grotesque smile.

Everyone quickly adjusted, moving Brother Scar’s corpse parts to the outer side to use as a shield. But whenever they collided with a spirit, another gash appeared on the bundle. Terrified, they held the body parts close, afraid the wrappings would tear and the pieces would be lost.

The spirits chanted. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…”

Eventually, the madman took the lead, with Fang Xiu and the gloomy boy on either side. Fourth Master, Cheng Songyun, and Mei Lan walked in the middle, avoiding any contact with the spirits.

Bai Shuangying offered to help conceal them, but Fang Xiu declined.

“These injuries aren’t fatal. They’re just meant to torment us,” Fang Xiu said seriously. “This is important information. I need to test it.”

First, they faced sharp nails, followed by poisonous plants and dirty water. The pattern remained the same; deliberately “accidental” injuries, followed by insincere “sorry”s.

Old wounds overlapped with new ones on Fang Xiu, and the dirty water seeped into his injuries, reigniting the burning pain.

But that wasn’t the only odd thing. Ever since they had started walking north, Fang Xiu felt an inexplicable rage building inside him. Under the red lanterns, countless grinning spirits danced before his eyes, and his negative emotions swelled like a balloon.

“Don’t get distracted.”

A cold hand covered his eyes. It was Bai Shuangying. “It’s just a bit of illusion magic. Keep walking.”

Bai Shuangying’s hand was like ice, bringing a cool darkness that instantly extinguished Fang Xiu’s rage, calming him down.

He then noticed that the others weren’t doing well either. Cheng Songyun was frantically chanting prayers, Mei Lan occasionally let out panicked cries, the gloomy boy was sobbing quietly, and Fourth Master’s cursing grew louder and louder.

Fang Xiu exhaled deeply, leaning back against Bai Shuangying. Feeling the paper flower on Bai Shuangying’s chest, Fang Xiu quickly created some space, careful not to crush it.

Bai Shuangying half-embraced him as they moved forward. The icy touch on Fang Xiu’s burning wounds felt surprisingly soothing.

It was strange. Even though he couldn’t see anything, he felt a peculiar sense of relaxation.

“I feel like Emperor Zhou…” 

“Shut up.”

By the time they reached the northern boundary, everyone but Fang Xiu was on the verge of collapse.

At the end of the northern path stood another empty shrine. Compared to the one in the east, the firelight here was much dimmer.

A pair of giant hands extended from inside the shrine, blocking half of the doorway. Fang Xiu could only see half of the couplets inside.

[The village’s boys and girls ■■■]

[Honored ones inside and outside ■■■]

The ghostly hands were calloused and even larger than the doorway. Their palms faced upward, gently curling inward.

It was an inviting gesture.


The author has something to say:

Upon reflection, this story might be about the unfeeling one’s emotions × the little liar’s sincerity.

They can’t even make up a single “virtue” together… Tsk tsk tsk (that kind of tone).


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Escape From the Asylum Ch141

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 141

Half an hour later, at the racetrack.

In the stands, the kings of the Land of Silence and the Kingdom of Words sat side by side in the main seats, with Liu Shui and Bo Lu, respectively, accompanying the kings of their nations.

Leading the group, the ordinary magicians from both nations sat in two rows, waiting for the start of the horse race.

Shortly after, seven horses were led in and positioned behind the starting lines of seven tracks. Each horse had a number tag hanging from it, labeled with the numbers “1” to “7”.

Meanwhile, seven riders, fully geared, waited obediently for the referee’s signal to mount their horses and start the race.

After the arrival of the horses and riders, servants passed by the ordinary magicians of both nations with trays, offering paper and pen for them to place their bets on their favored horses and riders.

From the main seat, the king of the Kingdom of Words extended an invitation to the king beside him.

“These riders and horses are the champions freshly selected from various race tracks across the civilian areas this year. You may pick one to bet on, and regardless of winning or losing, you can take it home. How could I let you return empty-handed after coming from so far away?”

Hearing this, the king of the Land of Silence laughed. “How can I tell which is good or bad from this far away? Of course, I need to have a closer look!”

“Haha, well said!”

The king of the Kingdom of Words stood up first and walked towards the area where the seven horses were located. “Let’s go, my friend. Let’s have a closer look. If you’re interested, you can even pick one to ride!”

Thus, the kings of both nations got up and walked towards the center of the racetrack.

Seeing this, the magician Liu Shui stood up abruptly and followed them, walking with an elegant gait, his robe flowing like drifting clouds.

Noticing his action, Bo Lu slightly frowned and also stood up. Just as he was about to catch up with Liu Shui, an invisible wave of sound struck, halting their steps.

The sound wasn’t singular. One was the vibration of a stringed instrument, and the other was the sound of a flute.

Liu Shui and Bo Lu exchanged glances, and each summoned their magical weapons.

However, they didn’t take any overt action, as if they already knew that from the moment the Land of Silence delegation stepped into the city, all this was destined to happen.

No matter what they did, it was too late to make a difference.

Regardless of the reasons behind the conflict or whether they could catch the “third party” causing trouble behind the scenes, explaining everything would be very difficult, and such explanations were already pointless.

Both kings were worried that the other might strike first, and to protect themselves, they could only kill the other first.

At the same time, the guards of the Kingdom of Words had already swarmed to the site, surrounding the king of the Land of Silence.

The Wind leader was the sole survivor among the Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Fire branches. He was hiding in ambush and gave the order to activate the magic circle on the racetrack, only to reveal that the seven horses transformed into countless black insects, flying towards the king of the Land of Silence.

It turned out that all the horses weren’t real but made of numerous poisonous insects through an illusion!

At the critical moment, a swath of clouds swept over like a saving grace, knocking down thousands of poisonous insects.

However, a single insect managed to slip through and entered the king’s nostril, causing him to fall to the ground, bleeding from all orifices.

The clouds gently landed, revealing Liu Shui’s figure. He quickly went to the king’s side, forced a pill into his mouth, and repeatedly chanted a spell in his ear.

After a while, the king suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, temporarily saving his life but remaining unconscious.

Seeing this scene, the delegation from the Land of Silence was naturally filled with outrage. The guards immediately drew their swords, engaging in a fierce battle with the four branches of the Kingdom of Words, bringing the killing intent to a boiling point!

The magicians’ duel was equally fierce, with poisonous insects, snakes, ants, and toxic fogs instantly enveloping the entire racetrack.

In the chaos, Bo Lu turned into a mist and appeared next to the king of the Kingdom of Words, grabbing his arm. “My king, I will take you away!”

But a stream of clouds once again elegantly arrived, blocking his path, and then Liu Shui emerged from it, saying to Bo Lu, “Hand over the antidote. I will save the king’s life, and perhaps there is still room to maneuver.”

“It’s useless now,” Bo Lu said. “You said we couldn’t track those deserters, not knowing which timeline they fled to, only able to deal with them through prohibitions. But now, they have still come.”

“Is that so? So, it really is… like the fates of these two nations, you and I, indeed, can only be archenemies,” Liu Shui said. “Then let’s just fulfill this fate.”

Upon finishing his words, Liu Shui’s body quickly transformed into a cloud and drifted to Bo Lu’s side. Bo Lu immediately set the king down and took out an object resembling a stone, hastily starting to chant a spell.

However, his spell wouldn’t launch, as if his sword had struck an unbreakable copper wall and iron barrier.

That was the Imprisonment Technique used by Liu Shui! A technique he had personally taught him!

In an instant, the cloud transformed back into water, entwining and enveloping Bo Lu’s body. Then, every stream of water touching his skin suddenly turned into a sharp blade, slicing Bo Lu’s flesh inch by inch!

The blades climbed upwards, nearing his heart, but Bo Lu finally managed to transform into a mist, dispersing to avoid the lethal blades, and reformed behind Liu Shui.

Bo Lu hadn’t expected Liu Shui to use such a deadly move against him. When he reformed his figure, he was riddled with wounds and drenched in blood.

He looked at Liu Shui. “You-You actually… You just said that if I give you the antidote, there could still be a chance for things to turn around. Maybe not necessarily—”

“Is that so?” Liu Shui turned around to look at Bo Lu, his eyes deep and immeasurable. He asked, “But even if I were willing to spare the king of the Kingdom of Words, would you truly give me the antidote, allowing me to save the king of the Land of Silence?”

Liu Shui was met with Bo Lu’s silence.

Seeing this, Liu Shui smiled bitterly and somewhat mockingly.

Then he said, “I’m tired. No matter how many times we start over, the outcome is the same. So, let’s just… follow this fate together—”

“As you wish!” Before Liu Shui could finish speaking, Bo Lu suddenly shouted these words hoarsely. In that moment, the grass beneath Liu Shui’s feet disappeared, all turning into black insects that devoured his legs, flesh and bone, clean off!

……

The racetrack had descended into chaos.

The scene was even more bloody and chaotic than Zhou Qian had anticipated.

Dressed as a food delivery boy, he thought to himself—this storyline has indeed “already happened.”

The three leaders who were killed hadn’t been revived, probably because they were meant to die on this day anyway. The only difference was that Zhou Qian, and the other players made their deaths happen slightly earlier.

Betrayal and slaughter had already occurred. Amidst the participation of numerous people, strong feelings of hatred spread and grew like weeds.

On the open ground of the racecourse, a pyramid-shaped building indeed suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Difu had arrived!

Zhou Qian sensed something, squinting in one direction. He didn’t directly see Difu but clearly heard her voice.

“Whoever you hate, come pray in the temple and curse them!”

“The gods will listen to your curses and fulfill your wishes!”

The voice seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible for Zhou Qian to discern Difu’s location. It was only when he sensed a familiar flash of blade light and saw a red lotus blooming in mid-air that he finally located Difu!

With Bai Zhou wielding a sword in front, and the red lotus closely pursuing from behind, Difu was finally forced to reveal her true form.

Then, Zhou Qian and He Xiaowei quickly arrived on her left, while Yin Jiujiu and Yun Xiangrong, holding weapons, flew to her right with the help of props. Difu was completely surrounded in mid-air.

“What a pity. So many people have lived, huh?”

Difu, hovering in the air, had a rare and breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

Seeing such beauty, it was hard to imagine she was born from the utmost evil in the world.

With a beautiful smile, she asked everyone, looking as innocent as a girl, “Do you really think, with just you all, you can kill me?”

“They forced you to show yourself, that’s all. As for killing you—”

Alayne stood on a red lotus, making her surroundings even redder. It seemed like she transformed into a flame that could burn everything in the world. She stared at Difu and said word by word, “I alone am enough!”

As the last word fell, the red glow around Alayne surged, almost covering the sky and blocking the sun, turning everything a dazzling red as if the whole world were left in red!

“I say the red lotus is vast and wondrous. It beautifies the heavens and the earth and can bring down disasters and evils.”

“I sing of the red lotus, in its grand illumination, reveals all evil thoughts in the world.”

“The red lotus turns into boundless karmic fire, burning away evil, vice, greed, desire…”

“As the red lotus passes, burning the heavens and the earth, everything returns to clarity and purity…”

Alayne didn’t speak, but everyone heard her voice.

It was as if her voice descended from the highest heavens to the mortal realm, while the red lotus beneath her seemed to rise from hell, carrying endless hatred back to the human world, vowing not to rest until Difu was dead!

Difu’s face initially bore a smile, as she was a god fearless of anything. Why should she care about a mere mortal, even if that mortal had the power to reach the heavens? She was born from malice.

As long as malice exists, she would never die.

Even the gods couldn’t harm her. Why would she fear Alayne?

Nothing in the world could truly kill her!

But soon, as the red lotus bloomed to its limit, the carefree smile on Difu’s face disappeared.

Her hands formed a strange seal, and she started chanting a spell, as if she sensed something was wrong and became eager to leave. But she was unable to do so.

The moment Zhou Qian noticed the sudden change in Difu’s expression, he quickly looked down at the pyramid-shaped temple—as the lotus continued to bloom, the temple was shrinking!

He Xiaowei, following by his side, couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice, “Difu’s power is really weakening!”

“Yes.” Zhou Qian exchanged glances with Bai Zhou in the distance, saying, “There’s a saying that the red lotus is made from karmic fire, capable of burning away sin. What Alayne said just now is similar. So… the way Alayne spoke of killing Difu, isn’t by literally killing her, but by absorbing the sin.”

“Absorbing sin? But with so much sin… How can her mortal body bear it?”

He Xiaowei felt a bit terrified. “Hiss… I suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. Could she become the next Difu?”

“I don’t think so.” Zhou Qian’s expression became very serious as the power of the [Magic Carpet] carrying him and He Xiaowei began to fade, and they slowly descended towards the ground.

Squinting at the situation in the sky, Zhou Qian said, “Her ending was decided the moment Amei inscribed the curse. I think…”

Without needing Zhou Qian to say more, He Xiaowei also witnessed Alayne’s ending.

The red lotus turned into karmic fire, determined to burn away all the sins of the world.

As sin incarnate, Difu was indeed enveloped by the tongues of the karmic fire, entwined, and, in an instant, turned to nothing.

At the same time, the red lotus swallowed all the sins, becoming an incarnation of sin itself.

Then, the direction of the karmic fire changed, targeting the red lotus and Alayne, who was connected to it.

The next moment, Alayne’s physical body and soul were both burned, instantly turning to ash in the air, which was then scattered by the wind and completely merged with the soil.

Suddenly, a red shadow appeared in the void.

Just when He Xiaowei thought it was Alayne resurrected, he saw that the shadow was actually Amei, who had just chased into this time and space.

Amei, dressed in red, sat in a desolate corner of the racetrack.

The moment she lifted her head, countless ashes fell.

Not a single person from Nameless Village would survive.

By then, Amei’s curse had finally been fully realized.

But for some reason, she felt a heart-wrenching pain in her chest, as if she had lost something precious forever.

And this was the price she paid for the fulfillment of her curse.

Amei had once told Difu that she was willing to give up the most precious thing for the curse to take effect.

She said this indifferently because Beilan, the person she cared for the most, had long died, and her soul couldn’t be found anywhere. She had nothing left to lose.

Now, she really didn’t know why her heart, which should fear nothing, hurt so much.

Nearby, He Xiaowei, observing Amei’s bewildered expression from a not-too-distant place, suddenly felt a bit of sadness and regret.

But quickly thinking of something, he urgently grabbed Zhou Qian’s arm, saying anxiously, “Qian’er! This is wrong! There’s a big problem! We were supposed to find the feathers! Now that Difu is dead, what… What about Xiao Qi?!”

“Difu’s human form is dead, but her true form isn’t. The karmic fire only burned the malice she absorbed, not her true form. Look there—” Zhou Qian pointed somewhere.

He Xiaowei looked where Zhou Qian pointed and saw the temple.

The pyramid-shaped temple had shrunk infinitely, and when Difu’s body was consumed by the karmic fire, all the bricks and stones on the ceiling, ground, and walls of the temple had disappeared.

The temple was gone, but something was left behind—a golden statue of Difu.

At this moment, the golden statue’s shell cracked inch by inch.

Accompanied by a cry, a bird transformed from within.

The bird, as tall as a person, was quite large.

After flapping its wings a few times, it soared into the sky.

“Not good! It’s trying to escape!” He Xiaowei exclaimed. “What’s happening? Its malice was absorbed by someone else… and its true form became free?!

“But the malice in the human world will probably continue to grow, and who knows, in a hundred years, another Difu might emerge!”

“Shit, it’s so fast! It disappeared! We can’t catch up at all. What do we do?!”

He Xiaowei’s question wasn’t Zhou Qian’s immediate concern.

He raised the bow and arrow he had prepared in advance and looked towards Bai Zhou in mid-air, who then nodded at him.

Afterward, Bai Zhou raised his left hand and drew several hand seals in the air, actually using the [Dragon Transformation] technique!

A deep blue dragon with scales suddenly replaced Bai Zhou’s body in mid-air. Due to system restrictions on the abilities of Rank God players, the dragon was much smaller than usual, but its aura wasn’t diminished.

Its long tail swung over, directly scooping up Zhou Qian and tossing him up, then swiftly slid over to catch him securely.

Zhou Qian, holding the bow and arrow in one hand and tightly hugging Bai Zhou’s dragon neck with the other, followed as the deep blue dragon leapt up, disappearing into the clouds in an instant.

Zhou Qian lay on Bai Zhou’s back to avoid the wind slicing his cheeks due to the high speed.

“Zhou Qian, are you okay? Should I slow down?”

Strangely, Bai Zhou didn’t speak, but Zhou Qian seemed to directly hear his voice.

“I’m fine. You and the little dragon are really completely different. Compared to this, its speed is like a child’s, not matching up to its dad.”

Zhou Qian joked with a smile, squinting forward, then said, “But don’t speed up for now. I’ll try to sit up and shoot.”

As he said this, Zhou Qian no longer hugged Bai Zhou but took the bow in one hand and an arrow in the other.

At the same time, to avoid falling from the dragon’s back at such high speed, Zhou Qian tightened his legs, clinging more firmly to Bai Zhou’s dragon body, leaving almost no gap between them.

The golden bird, having its malice devoured, had greatly weakened in strength, probably only retaining its fast speed.

But on Bai Zhou’s side, even though his abilities were greatly reduced, he could still transform into a dragon, and his power was astonishing. Since he usually spared no effort, if they killed the golden bird, the players would violate the fourth prohibition of “not killing birds”.

Therefore, Zhou Qian decided to shoot the golden bird’s wings, preserving its life while plucking its golden feathers.

…..

On the other side.

Even having seen Bai Zhou’s dragon form once before, and even though the dragon was much smaller this time, He Xiaowei was still stunned.

It was Yun Xiangrong and Yin Jiujiu who came over to remind him.

The two girls had just gone to collect the unlocked chains from the statue. They said to He Xiaowei, “Zhou Qian and the others have gone after the bird… To trap the bird, or to prevent another Difu from being reborn too soon, we need to lock it in a specific time and space.”

“Yes. Now the entire palace has fallen, with heavy casualties on both sides… Let’s hurry to find the ‘Key of Freedom’ with the King of the Land of Silence.”

As they were talking, He Xiaowei suddenly froze, staring in one direction.

“He Xiaowei?” Yun Xiangrong asked him. “We’re splitting up to find the King of the Land of Silence. Did you hear?”

Seeing He Xiaowei still stunned, Yin Jiujiu frowned and urged, “He Xiaowei, can you hear me? I just thought you were really reliable. Don’t—”

“Look over there—”

He Xiaowei’s gaze became serious. A faint fear of unknown dangers emerged in his heart.

The two girls turned in the direction of his gaze and encountered the scene of Bo Lu and Liu Shui in fierce combat.

The fight between the two had reached its climax, with both simultaneously reaching into the other’s chest, literally pulling out each other’s hearts.

Then they did something shockingly unified—biting into each other’s hearts as if to devour them alive.

Most astonishingly, in this situation, neither of them died!

But this wasn’t what made He Xiaowei, Yin Jiujiu, and Yun Xiangrong freeze.

What made all three of them stand still was the scene where, as Bo Lu and Liu Shui bit into each other’s hearts, the sky split open with a huge crack, and a bottomless black hole appeared on the ground.

From the direction of the three players, they could see Bo Lu, with blood at the corners of his mouth, crazily gnawing at the heart, as well as his deep eyes.

Bodies from the racetrack were flying towards them, rotating, shrinking, and eventually all flew into Bo Lu’s eyes. His dark pupils seemed like black holes, capable of swallowing everything in the universe!


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch66

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 66

Alois wandered around the Muse, unable to find Srosie. He asked several crew members, but they all shook their heads. Finally, he encountered Rita on the bridge. Rita told him that Srosie had gone back to his cabin and was in a bad mood. “So it’s best not to bother him for now.” The manager smiled apologetically. “He just needs some time alone.”

“Okay. Please… please tell him that once he’s feeling better, I’ll explain everything to him.”

“Sure,” Rita replied. Alois nodded and was about to return to the lounge when Rita called out to him. “Mr. Lagrange!”

“What is it?”

“Camilla is a very willful child. I’m sorry for the trouble he’s caused you. But he has a good heart and is a good kid, though he doesn’t have many friends and isn’t very savvy about social interactions. I hope you can be understanding.”

Alois felt there was more to her words. As Camilla’s manager, she likely knew the diva liked him and was giving him strange relationship advice. Though well-intentioned, it was…

Rita’s gaze was sharp, like a spotlight on him. Alois mumbled a few responses and quickly left, practically fleeing.

Joshua sat in the cabin temporarily assigned to him as a bedroom. According to the crew, it would be the next day before they could rendezvous with the Dream of a Cold Night, so they had to spend the night on the Muse. The bed was soft, filled with a large amount of modified silk, and felt smooth to the touch. Joshua’s fingers slid from the bedsheet to the wall, and a light tap on the wall screen displayed a star chart of the universe. Another tap transformed the ceiling and floor into a boundless starry sea, and the bedsheet became transparent, with one of the Milky Way’s spiral arms emerging from its folds.

His fingers continued to move across the starry sea, selecting and enlarging an area repeatedly until he finally saw what he needed—a blue planet floating in the boundless darkness of space. He reached out but didn’t dare touch the image, fearing it would disappear at the slightest touch, so he moved his hand gently around the blue sphere, as if caressing it.

The home planet rotated quietly in his hand. An unknown light source from one side divided the planet into day and night, much like Leyting’s perpetually twilight sky. Gazing at the blue planet, a wave of sadness surged in Joshua’s heart. He allowed the homesickness to occupy his mind to drive away another kind of sorrow that had taken hold. Only this way could he feel somewhat calm, temporarily forgetting his troubled thoughts.

How pathetic, resorting to this method to numb himself. If Kester knew, he would undoubtedly ridicule him mercilessly.

Footsteps echoed outside the cabin door. Joshua recognized them as belonging to someone familiar. He closed his hand, making the image of the home planet disappear, leaving only the vast starry sky. He quickly lay down on the bed, turning his back to the door, pretending to sleep.

The door slid open and then closed. Gentle footsteps approached the bed, lingering for a while, as if the person was hesitating. A few minutes later, there was the sound of clothes rustling.

The bed dipped as someone climbed in, slipping under the covers and pressing a warm body against Joshua’s back.

“Joshua?”

The assassin remained motionless, continuing to feign sleep.

Then a soft kiss landed on his neck, followed by another near his ear. Not only that, but the person licked the sensitive area behind his ear, making it impossible for Joshua to keep pretending.

He used his elbow to push the person behind him away and turned to glare at them. “What do you want?”

Alois looked at him innocently, completely naked, his bare upper body exposed outside the covers, reflecting the starry sky around them, looking like something out of a sci-fi thriller.

“Let’s do it, Joshua.” He smiled suggestively, one hand reaching down to explore the area between Joshua’s legs.

The assassin quickly turned away, refusing to engage with Alois. He couldn’t resist this kind of teasing and would definitely get aroused in no time.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Not in the mood.”

Alois wrapped his arms around his waist. “Still mad?” He tightened his grip. “Let’s do it. You’ll feel better afterward.”

“No,” Joshua said in a muffled voice.

“Why?”

“If I use you to vent my frustration, I’d be no better than a beast.”

Alois was stunned, then hugged him tighter. “Joshua…” he said softly. “You’re so good.”

“…You know that?”

“I’m sorry.” Alois buried his head in his neck. “I’ll explain everything to Camilla. I shouldn’t have argued with you. I’m sorry.”

Joshua stared at the starry sky on the wall, not speaking.

A tingling sensation spread across his back as Alois kissed his shoulder blades. “Let’s do it.”

“I said no.”

“Just help me out?”

Joshua felt something hot and hard pressing against his waist. This guy was aroused at the drop of a hat! He could get turned on anytime, anywhere! No wonder he attracted so many admirers!

“Do it yourself!” he growled. “Don’t tell me you can’t even masturbate!”

Alois sniffled, making a pitiful whimper. Joshua felt the body behind him move away, the bed dipping slightly as the young man shifted. Then the rustling sound of skin against fabric filled the air, accompanied by heavy breathing and faint moans, lingering in Joshua’s ears like Schrödinger’s little paws, soft but with sharp claws, scratching his heart, making it itch and ache.

The assassin clenched his fists, repeatedly telling himself not to be tempted, to hold his ground. If he fell for such a small temptation, those who died by his hand would laugh at him!

“Can’t you do it somewhere else!” Joshua gritted his teeth.

The response was a low moan, thick with nasal tones.

Joshua finally couldn’t resist looking back—one glance and he was done for.

Alois knelt on the bed, black hair scattered across the starry pillow, looking as if he were floating in the vast universe. One hand moved between his legs, stroking his erect penis, while the other reached behind, two fingers thrusting into his hole, moving rapidly. From Joshua’s angle, he could see everything clearly (he suspected Alois was doing it on purpose). The penis in front of him was so engorged it was leaking fluid, smeared along his hand’s movements; the back hole turned a tantalizing pink from the repeated stretching, looking like a greedy little mouth, sucking on his fingers without letting go.

…Damn!

Joshua’s mouth went dry. He grabbed Alois’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of the hole. “Do you really want it that badly?”

“Yeah…” Alois willingly assumed a kneeling position, raising his hips. The hole, now empty, opened and closed invitingly, silently beckoning Joshua to enter.

This time, Joshua didn’t refuse. He grabbed his own cock, positioning it at the entrance and thrusted in. Alois whimpered, the inner walls enveloping the hardness, refusing to let go.

Though prepped, it was still tight. Joshua made small thrusts a dozen times before daring to go deeper. “You’re so lewd,” he said, leaning close to Alois’s ear.

“Don’t you like it?” The young man grinned.

“I love it.” Joshua continued thrusting, his balls slapping against Alois’s ass, the sound making hearts race. “I love you the most.” He bit Alois’s ear, speaking with a hint of malice. “If you let anyone else see you like this, I’ll kill you.”

“Would you really?”

“I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d fuck you until you died from anal bleeding.” With that, he gripped Alois’s waist and began thrusting hard. Alois shook under him, waves of pleasure crashing over him, erupting like a volcano, making it impossible to think. He could only follow his desires, moving his hips in sync with Joshua, seeking more pleasure.

Joshua thought he was a terrible man, unable to say anything right. He wanted to tell Alois how much he liked him, but all that came out was, “I’ll kill you.”

Absolutely terrible.

People saw him as a ruthless killer, but no one knew how scared he was inside. Every moment spent with Alois filled him with fear—fear that one day he wouldn’t like him anymore, fear that someone would take him away. He was insecure and selfish, wanting to monopolize him, to keep him by his side forever. He was so dark that he would rather kill him than let anyone else have him.

He couldn’t say sweet words, couldn’t make romantic confessions like Camilla. He wanted to tell Alois: I fell in love with you at first sight in Hecate. He wanted to tell Alois: You are like a light that illuminated my hellish existence. He wanted to tell Alois: Don’t leave me. Don’t go with others. Stay with me.

But when he tried to speak, he couldn’t say it. All he could do was thrust harder and say harshly, “If you ever leave me, I’ll kill you and then kill myself.”

Alois turned his head slightly, his watery blue eyes like the sky after rain. He placed his hand over Joshua’s on his waist, gripping his fingers tightly. “I… I won’t leave…” His voice was broken by the rough thrusts but remained clear and strong. “I won’t leave… I’ll stay with you… forever…” Then his voice turned to fragmented moans, echoing in the starry room like a seductive melody.

Joshua tightened his grip on his hand.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch65

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 65

“Get away from him.”

Alois instinctively pushed Srosie away, then realized the command wasn’t directed at him. For some reason, he felt like he had been caught cheating by his lover… but it wasn’t like that at all!

Srosie clung to his back, gripping his shirt tightly. Alois could feel him trembling.

Joshua kept his gun aimed as he slowly approached, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, carrying the oppressive weight of impending doom. He glared down at Srosie.

The cross-dressing youth tried to shrink himself into a small ball, pressing against Alois’s back, too scared to look at the advancing assassin.

“Wait!” Alois grabbed Joshua’s gun-wielding hand. “What are you doing?”

“Move aside.” Joshua yanked his hand away.

“Put the gun down!”

“Move!” Joshua frowned, shoving Alois aside. Srosie, left with no support, tearfully looked to Alois for help.

“You like him, right?” the assassin asked. “You’re mutually in love, planning to tour the galaxy together, right?”

Srosie took a step back, Joshua stepped forward. But the sofa was behind, leaving no retreat. The youth glanced at Alois, biting his lip, one hand gripping the other sleeve, shoulders trembling. “I… I like him, so what? What’s it to you?”

“How is it not my business?” Joshua grabbed Alois’s hair, forcing his head aside, then kissed him roughly. Alois was shocked, trying to break free, but was held tighter. The kiss was aggressive, almost brutal, with Joshua biting his lips and invading his mouth, making it hard to breathe.

Srosie’s eyes widened. “You… you two are…” He whimpered, tears streaming. “Alois, you liar!” Covering his face, he ran out of the lounge. Alois tried to catch him but was bitten by Joshua.

As Srosie disappeared, the assassin let go of Alois.

“What… What are you doing!” Alois wiped the saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand, tasting a faint hint of blood, probably from being bitten. “Biting! Are you Pavlov?”

Joshua turned his head, his expression clearly angry. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Camilla.”

“Wait, let me explain…”

“You two are in love, right? Planning to travel the galaxy together, huh?”

“It’s not what you think!”

“Did I hear it wrong then? If you hadn’t stopped me just now, I would have killed him.”

“Though I do like him, it’s not ‘that kind’ of like! Are you going to point a gun at everyone I ‘like’? I also like Joanna, Leo, and Schrödinger. Are you going to kill them too?”

“Make a list, and I’ll kill them one by one.” Except Schrödinger.

Alois covered his face with his hand, speechless. “You… you’re insane!” he muttered. “You should swap nicknames with Joanna and be called the ‘Mad Assassin’.”

Joshua gently stroked his cheek with his free hand, speaking softly. “It’s not madness. It’s jealousy.”

“…You have a peculiar way of expressing jealousy.”

“What else can I do? Just watch you be moved by his confession and accept him?”

“I wasn’t going to accept! I was going to explain everything to him!”

“Would you? You wouldn’t refuse him, would you? Is he more important to you than I am? Now you’re arguing with me over that cross-dresser!”

“You started this nonsense! How is this my fault?”

“Did I argue with you when you were jealous of Leo?”

“I thought I made it clear!” Alois raised his voice. “I do like Camilla, but… damn it!” He shook his head in frustration. “I love you, you idiot!” With that, he pushed Joshua aside and headed for the lounge door to find Srosie and explain.

Joshua didn’t follow. After the door closed, he threw down his gun and collapsed onto the sofa, trying to calm his emotions.

Alois was right. He was an idiot who didn’t even know how to express his feelings properly. He didn’t just want “love”.

He wanted to monopolize all of that person’s love.

“What are you looking at? Get lost!” Srosie wiped away his tears and shouted at the spaceship staff peeking in. They quickly retreated, not wanting to incur the diva’s wrath.

Seeing them leave made Srosie even sadder. Fresh tears replaced the ones he had just wiped away. Ignoring the smeared makeup on his face, he rushed up the spiral stairs to the stairwell near the engine room. This area was seldom visited, except by cleaning robots.

He didn’t care if the floor was dirty. He sat on the stairs, burying his head in his knees. Here, he could cry freely.

After a couple of sobs, he found himself unable to cry anymore. His heart felt empty, as if something was missing.

Alois had someone he liked. That silver-haired man who was always with him, named Joshua or something. Tall, handsome, and capable—so that’s the type Alois liked? Then he had no chance. He should have noticed they were a couple. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have foolishly intruded. Now he seemed like the third wheel, disrupting their love. No, it was a matter of timing. If he had met Alois earlier, before Joshua, Alois would be with him now.

But even if they could have met earlier, that would be a story from another universe.

So Srosie cried even harder.

“Hey! Camilla!” a sharp voice said.

Srosie looked up, seeing a small cleaning robot through his tear-blurred vision. Its chubby, cylindrical body slid back and forth, trying to catch his attention.

“Camilla, you’re crying!” The robot’s voice sounded gleeful. “Your makeup is all messed up. You look terrible, haha! Want to see? I’ll show you!” Its headlight flashed.

Srosie slapped the robot, sending it flying into the wall, then rolling down to the floor. It found its balance and slid back to him stubbornly.

“What are you?” Srosie shouted. “My ship’s robots don’t talk!”

“You’re mean! I’m Leonard, the one who contacted you!”

Srosie slapped it again. “Don’t hack into my ship’s systems! It’s illegal! Illegal!”

The little robot persistently returned. “No one will know if you don’t tell! I’m here to inform you there’s been a delay. ‘Dream of a Cold Night’ will rendezvous with the ‘Muse’ around this time tomorrow.”

“Tell the navigator about it!”

“Isn’t this your ship? Of course, I have to tell you!”

“Am I your messenger?!” Srosie stood up and kicked the robot. “Get lost! Don’t block my way!”

“Don’t kick people! It hurts!”

Srosie’s foot hurt too.

The little robot followed, chattering. “You should fix your makeup. Your face looks really interesting… Oof!” It was kicked again.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch140

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 140

Zhou Qian, Yun Xiangrong, Yin Jiujiu, and Alayne each killed the leaders of Fire, Thunder, and Rain.

After the killings, they arranged the bodies to form a specific curved knife shape to frame the Land of Silence.

Due to a special setting, to prevent the bodies from being resurrected, they all prepared the [Dream-Back Mirror] to be used here.

This way, even if these leaders were resurrected, when someone went to investigate the south, north, and west gates, they could see the leaders’ bodies with curved knife-shaped wounds through “scene reenactment”.

Thus, framing the Land of Silence would be guaranteed to succeed.

However, this wasn’t completely foolproof.

The players needed to completely control when and how the Kingdom of Words discovered this and their reaction to ensure the plan would proceed smoothly—

If the people of the Kingdom of Words discovered this and failed to contain the news or decided to confront the Land of Silence directly, the situation could turn dire.

After all, if the king of the Land of Silence knew before entering the city that the people of the Kingdom of Words suspected him of sending assassins to kill the three leaders, he would worry about walking into a trap upon entering their city.

In such a case, the king of the Land of Silence wouldn’t proceed but would immediately return home.

This would prevent a direct conflict between the two nations.

Betrayal, resentment, and war would not occur, and perhaps Difu would never appear.

To ensure no mistakes in this regard, Zhou Qian assigned He Xiaowei a special task.

Previously, when Gao Shan went to the palace for investigation, he brought back not only the information that the kings of both nations would meet at the racecourse but also other important details.

Among these details, one was crucial—the most powerful magician in the Kingdom of Words was named Liu Shui, and the most powerful in the Kingdom of Words was named Bo Lu.

After leaving the racecourse, Gao Shan didn’t immediately leave the palace but wandered around and found a bustling area, which turned out to be Bo Lu’s residence.

Bo Lu was preparing to welcome the king of the Land of Silence at the east gate, and his place was bustling because many maids were coming and going to prepare his attire.

The meeting of the two kings was a grand occasion, and Bo Lu, of course, wanted to ensure he didn’t appear disrespectful.

Besides attire and grooming, Bo Lu also prepared various magical instruments, creatures, vessels, and materials in case of emergencies.

With so many people busy around the magician Bo Lu, his importance was evident.

Gao Shan also specifically learned that the king had once said that only Bo Lu could match the highly skilled and unpredictable magician Liu Shui of the opposing nation, and everyone’s actions today must follow Bo Lu’s commands.

At this point, He Xiaowei’s task was quite clear.

After experiencing the incident with Wen Bin, Zhou Qian found the [Identity Duplication Camera] very useful and specifically sought to purchase one from the trade hall at a high price, eventually succeeding.

He Xiaowei’s task was to sneak into the palace with this special camera, take a photo of Bo Lu, and, after Bo Lu left, appear disguised as him to issue a “false decree”.

Thanks to Gao Shan’s effective reconnaissance, He Xiaowei smoothly entered the palace—

The palace guards were concentrated on the paths and gates through which the Land of Silence’s delegation would pass, with other areas being more relaxed.

After the race, there was to be an official banquet, and knowing this, Gao Shan considered that ingredients would need to be prepared. After leaving Bo Lu’s residence, he found a path to the kitchen to check the situation.

The palace here didn’t have large vegetable gardens or poultry, so fresh ingredients had to be brought in from outside. Gao Shan followed a cook and found a less guarded route used for deliveries, which was very narrow and unadorned, entering through a small door.

Thus, after meeting outside the palace, He Xiaowei stunned a servant delivering vegetables to the palace with his qin, changed into the servant’s clothes, and successfully sneaked in through the small door.

Once inside the palace, they followed the winding paths to Bo Lu’s residence, just in time to see the neatly dressed magician leaving for the east gate.

Bo Lu mounted his horse, led by two people, and was escorted by countless admirers. Everyone highly revered him, for it was his presence that ensured the Kingdom of Word’s peace.

While in the crowd watching Bo Lu leave, He Xiaowei easily took his frontal photo with a small camera hidden in his sleeve.

Minutes after Bo Lu and his entourage left, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, and the area temporarily returned to quiet.

Ten minutes later, He Xiaowei found a secluded spot to transform into Bo Lu using the photo.

The west gate, closest to the racecourse, was the necessary route for the Land of Silence’s delegation to enter the palace racecourse. It was heavily guarded, similarly to the east gate, by the Wind branch.

Since Bo Lu had left through the west gate, all those stationed there had seen him leave.

Therefore, He Xiaowei didn’t go to the west gate but instead went to the south, north, and east side gates, delivering a letter to the captains of the three branches stationed there.

The captains, belonging to the Rain, Thunder, and Fire branches, all looked up to “Bo Lu” with great respect.

“What brings you back, sir?”

“Do you have any orders for us?”

“Sir, please command us!”

He Xiaowei handed them the letters, saying the same thing to each. “I foresee some ominous events. In 20 minutes, when the people from the Land of Silence arrive, open this letter and act accordingly.”

“Yes!” the three captains answered in unison.

At this point, He Xiaowei’s task should have been smoothly completed. Unfortunately, at the last moment, he encountered some trouble—

By then, he had already visited the Rain and Thunder branches, delivering the letters and his message, with the Fire branch at the palace’s east gate being his last stop.

Facing the Fire branch, He Xiaowei still proceeded smoothly, having delivered the letter and message, and was about to leave the palace through the east gate when the captain walked him a few steps away from his colleagues and suddenly knelt before him.

Based on the information from Gao Shan and his first impression of Bo Lu, He Xiaowei thought Bo Lu was a serious and rather aloof magician.

So, He Xiaowei asked the captain coldly, “What is it?”

The captain said, “Sir, I don’t know if you’ve looked into the matter I asked you about last time… How did it go?”

He Xiaowei: “……”

Fuck, how would I know what it’s about?

In a place where no one could see, He Xiaowei’s back was drenched in sweat. “I’ve been very busy lately and haven’t had the time”, “We’ll talk about this later”… He dared not answer hastily, fearing he might say something wrong and raise the captain’s suspicion.

Gao Shan, who couldn’t be seen by NPCs, was also anxious. He had intended to play a ghost to scare people, assisting He Xiaowei in diverting the topic by performing a ghost-catching play.

However, after repeatedly undertaking tasks far from Zhou Qian’s “Rib of God” in the instance, his vitality was significantly drained, now unable to materialize in front of NPCs or interact with them.

In this critical moment, He Xiaowei suddenly had an idea—what would Zhou Qian do in this situation?

The captain’s words contained several key pieces of information: he had asked Bo Lu for a favor and wanted to know the progress.

It’s likely he asked Bo Lu to divine something because he asked what Bo Lu had “seen”.

However, in this instance, even the Red God couldn’t predict the future, and Bo Lu might not be a diviner. If He Xiaowei tried to divert to divination-related topics, he would definitely expose himself.

In this situation, with asymmetric information, he was completely passive!

As if enlightened, He Xiaowei remembered something Zhou Qian once said.

“Don’t panic when faced with difficulties. I’ll teach you a key element to solving problems—no matter what method you use, always keep the initiative in your own hands.”

“’Turning passivity into activity’ is often the key to solving problems. This is true for deciphering instances…” Zhou Qian nodded confidently and said with a smile, “And it’s actually the same for dating.”

Turning passivity into activity.

After repeating this phrase in his mind three times, He Xiaowei had an idea.

At that moment, when the captain of the Fire branch saw him silent for a long time, he frowned and pressed, “Sir? Can you tell me the outcome? Are you… feeling unwell?”

He Xiaowei didn’t immediately respond. Instead, his right hand quickly reached into his virtual bag, and when he took it out, he was holding a small green ball, about the size of a fingernail.

[Item: Disgusting Caterpillar]

[Function: A giant green caterpillar that is extremely disgusting; a great tool for pranks and annoying people.]

[Note: Before harming others, make sure you can handle it yourself, as it may cause you to vomit during use.]

[Grade: F, Common]

Holding the green ball between his fingers, He Xiaowei raised his hand and made a profound gesture, motioning for the captain to lean in to listen.

The captain, getting the hint, stepped forward and brought his ear close to He Xiaowei’s mouth.

He Xiaowei’s hand, hanging in mid-air, moved forward, circled to the back of the captain’s head, and patted it, before he retracted his hand and exclaimed, “Huh?”

The captain looked puzzled. “Sir?”

He Xiaowei’s expression suddenly became very serious. Not knowing what “Bo Lu” had seen, the captain’s face tensed up, and then he looked horrified at the hand in front of him—

A disgustingly dark green caterpillar was being held between the “Bo Lu’s” index and middle finger, constantly wriggling and spitting out fresh green liquid.

The captain made a retching gesture on the spot. “This, this…”

He Xiaowei sternly said, “At such an important occasion as the meeting of the kings of the two nations, such a foreign object appeared, hidden in your collar… This isn’t a good sign. I must quickly investigate what exactly it is.”

The captain was shocked. He stepped back a few steps, distancing himself from the utterly disgusting worm, and said, “Ah? Could this be related to the Land of Silence? Aren’t they here to talk peace? We…”

Imitating Zhou Qian, He Xiaowei stared into the captain’s eyes and asked, “Do you trust me?”

After a pause, the captain answered, “Of course! You are Master Bo Lu! Our Kingdom of Words’ top magician! Of course, I trust you! Look, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even know I had this worm on me… Maybe it would have eaten me by now!”

His tone was very fearful by the end.

He Xiaowei continued in a cool tone with a straight face, “If you trust me, then do as I say. Open the letter I gave you after 20 minutes and follow the instructions inside! For now, we need not speak further of this worm.”

……

At this moment, on the second floor of a breakfast shop.

He Xiaowei took several large gulps of water and said, “Ah, I tell you… I didn’t feel it at the time, but after I came out, I was scared to death… Pretending nothing was wrong as I walked out of the palace, once I was out of sight of those guards, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and hurriedly ran to a nearby alley. My legs were so weak, I could barely walk! After removing the disguise, I rested there for a while before I came to find you!”

Yin Jiujiu looked at him. “So you were late not because you encountered danger, but because your legs were weak? Couldn’t walk?”

He Xiaowei: “Exactly!”

“……” Yin Jiujiu nodded. “But it’s good that you kept your cool at the crucial moment.”

“Indeed! Qian’er entrusted me with such an important task, I couldn’t let him down!” Saying this, He Xiaowei tapped Zhou Qian’s arm and laughed. “Qian’er, I have to thank you. I tried using your way of thinking and suddenly felt… Wow, so exhilarating!”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian smiled and said nothing. He just glanced out the window towards the east gate.

He Xiaowei took another sip of water, glanced at the ancient floor-standing mechanical clock in the restaurant on the second floor, and swallowed. “Only 15 minutes left… The people from the Land of Silence should be arriving soon, right? I’m a bit nervous…”

“Relax.” Zhou Qian suddenly stood up and walked outside. “Everyone has completed their tasks, and I’m very satisfied. Now let’s split up and continue with our tasks.”

“Me, Yun Xiangrong, and Yin Jiujiu will go to the west, south, and north to monitor if those leaders have been resurrected. If they are, we’ll use the mirror immediately. Xiaowei Ge, you and Gao Shan take Alayne to sneak into the racecourse, then come to meet us. We’ll regroup at the racecourse.”

Yun Xiangrong seemed unable to hold back any longer. She stood up suddenly and crushed the cup in her hand. She asked Zhou Qian, “Gao Shan… he…”

“He’s not my slave. Like us, he’s just doing his part.” Zhou Qian didn’t look back as he walked to the staircase. “Compared to me, he probably wants you to pass the instance even more.”

“Can he hold on?” Yun Xiangrong asked with a frown.

Zhou Qian’s eyes narrowed, and he continued down the stairs, “He’s currently sustained by my life force. As long as I’m alive, he can live.”

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The east gate opened wide, and the king of the Land of Silence entered the city of the Kingdom of Words, escorted by seven magicians and more than thirty guards.

The king seemed very old. Yet, he looked surprisingly young, as if he were in his mid-twenties.

The person walking closest to him must be the magician Liu Shui.

He was dressed lavishly, and his appearance was also youthful.

These two seemed to maintain their appearance, which, in this instance world, might also be considered a form of magic.

At the same time, the captains of the three guard branches at the east, south, and north gates of the palace timely opened the letters from “Bo Lu”, which mentioned only two sentences—

“1. The leaders have been killed. Hurry to the city gate to investigate; 2. This matter is most likely related to the Land of Silence. Do not publicize it. Stand by without action first and set an ambush at the racecourse. Wait for them to enter the trap before confronting them.”

Seeing this, the captains of the Fire, Rain, and Thunder branches immediately called some of their subordinates to secretly rush to the west, south, and north city gates to check the situation of each leader.

The Fire branch, while passing through an alley, heard unusual sounds.

Entering the alley, they were surprised to find—a pink gelatinous substance had burst open, revealing inside more than twenty colleagues trapped in a giant web!

“Thank goodness you’re here! There are spies from the Land of Silence! I’ll notify the others right now!”

The moment one of the soldiers saw his comrades arriving, tears fell, and as he spoke, he immediately took out another signal flare, planning to notify the other branches of Wind, Rain, and Thunder.

But he was immediately stopped by the captain. “No! Do not publicize this matter!”

“Master Bo Lu has foreseen everything! He already has a plan! We’ll first go to the city gate to check the situation! If it’s true, we’ll set up an ambush at the racecourse and report this matter to the king!”

After speaking, leaving two people to help untangle the giant web and rescue their colleagues, the captain continued with the others towards the west gate. Upon reaching the city gate, they indeed saw the body of the leader!

Apart from the Fire leader, there were also three other soldiers brutally murdered.

After a preliminary investigation, they confirmed—the leader and the three colleagues were undoubtedly killed by the Land of Silence soldiers’ unique close-quarters assassination techniques.

The expression of the Fire branch captain became extremely serious. Calling over his subordinates, he said, “Let’s first return to the palace, meet up with the other branches to see if similar incidents occurred on their end, and also…”

Summoning one person, he continued, “The Land of Silence’s delegation should have entered the city by now. Once they leave the main road and turn towards the palace, close the city gate!”

“Go to the east gate immediately and inform the soldiers there. This is an order from Master Bo Lu!”

Five minutes later. On the main street, at an intersection.

The group turned a corner and headed towards the west gate of the Royal City.

Unbeknownst to them, the city gate behind them was slowly closing.

Suddenly, at the front of the procession, Bo Lu paused in his steps, turned around, made his way through the crowd, and approached the magician Liu Shui.

“Master Liu Shui, long time no see.” He spoke lightly. “Shall we have a chat?”

Hearing this, Liu Shui bowed his head, whispered a few words to the king beside him, then nodded to Bo Lu, and the two of them went to the back of the procession.

The large group paused briefly and then continued towards the royal palace in front.

No one saw that the two magicians at the end both sighed.

Bo Lu said, “You once said that a future that can be foreseen is not a real future.”

Liu Shui glanced at him with a faint smile on his lips. “This lifetime has been too long for both of us. Now everything should come to an end.”

“See, I’ve always said. You and I, our fates are tied to these two nations. Neither of us has a real future.”


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Help Ch18

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 18: Henceforth Justice

Jia Xu seemed to grab onto a lifeline. He suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu sighed. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just giving you a heads-up. You still have to go.”

Jia Xu was speechless.

A heads-up? As brothers tied to the same chain, Fang Xiu had seen everything Jia Xu had. It wasn’t like Jia Xu had ignored the clues, but they were completely contradictory.

For instance, Old Man Fu claimed he wanted to escape misfortune, offering food and drink, yet set up a ghost maze at the temple fair.

For instance, the information hinted at cooperation between humans and spirits, with the spirits seeming to follow some rules, but occasionally showing malicious intent.

……

“It’s actually quite simple,” Fang Xiu interrupted his thoughts. “First, they’re constantly imitating the villagers.”

Fourth Master raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Fang Xiu said sincerely, “When we arrived, they didn’t bother us directly. Instead, it was the village chief who approached the people outside and offered food and drink.”

“They held a temple fair, sent us invitations. The village chief brought us fresh meat, and the villagers kept stuffing gifts into our hands… Ever since the ritual began, they’ve been warmly hosting their guests.”

Everyone fell silent, and Bai Shuangying felt a bit of satisfaction.

Finally, these humans experienced that feeling of “it makes sense, but something’s off”.

“They killed Brother Scar. You clearly saw it…” Jia Xu struggled to say.

“That’s normal. A village this big is bound to have some impolite villagers. Besides, the taboo allows us to fight back.”

Fourth Master pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, what’s the second point?”

Fang Xiu’s smile faded a bit. “Weishan Village worships gods.”

Fourth Master: “Isn’t that obvious? The shrine is so bizarre, and they rebuilt it after it burned down.”

Fang Xiu continued calmly, “We encountered Old Man Fu twice, and the lyrics sung by the suona band were different each time.”

“The shrine’s couplets and the invitation’s couplets didn’t match. There were two lines about the ‘E’, likely added by the spirits.”

“Tonight, before we even arrived, the play was already being performed in front of the god’s shrine. When the four chairs faced the shrine, and when they faced us, the script was different.”

He paused. “Evil spirits are inherently evil, but since they’re trying to imitate the villagers, they wouldn’t lie to the gods.”

Jia Xu looked bewildered. He couldn’t remember so many details.

Understanding, Fang Xiu added, “Let’s not talk about the opera. Only two lines in the couplets can serve as clues.”

“The shrine’s couplet reads, ‘Do no evil, heaven’s blessings are far-reaching; Practice all virtue, and the rain that nurtures all things brings deep fellowship.’”

“The suona band sang in front of the shrine, ‘God descends from Weishan, and the guests arrive with bitter rain.'”

Jia Xu shuddered. “Are you saying, besides these two lines…?”

“Anything unrelated to the shrine can’t be trusted,” Fang Xiu said.

Upon hearing “Evil spirits are inherently evil”, Bai Shuangying glanced at Fang Xiu, but Fang Xiu avoided his gaze.

Bai Shuangying lowered his eyes to look at the flower on his chest. Under the bright light at the shrine’s entrance, the flower now looked rather fake.

Fourth Master pondered. “There’s a problem with what you’re saying. Just now, you mentioned that the spirits were warmly hosting us, and now you’re saying they’re collectively lying.”

Fang Xiu’s smile deepened again.

With his back to the shrine’s door, his lips curved upward, but his eyes under his bangs showed no light. In the candlelight, that smile was gentle yet eerie.

“Because there is no god here, only the E.”

He whispered, “The ‘E’ is a dead thing that only follows strict rules, as long as it seems reasonable on the surface.”

Fourth Master surely understood. If the “E” could distinguish intent, a madman wouldn’t have broken the taboo by being “forced to burn the shrine.”

As expected, Fourth Master let out a breath. “Right, ‘hospitality’ is an easy loophole, but ‘lying to God’ is harder to fake.”

“That’s it?” Jia Xu was drenched in sweat. “I know they’re pretending to be villagers, and I know they won’t lie to God, but then what?”

“Then, it’s up to your intelligence.” Fang Xiu patted his shoulder.

Jia Xu: “……”

Under Fourth Master’s stern gaze, Jia Xu grimaced and stepped into the shrine. He held his breath for a full ten seconds after crossing the threshold. Nothing happened. It was as if it were just an ordinary, empty room.

“Go sit in that chair,” Fourth Master continued to direct.

Jia Xu slowly sat on the rosewood armchair. The armrests felt smooth and polished, as if they had aged over time.

Seeing that the chair didn’t change, Jia Xu relaxed a bit, only to realize he couldn’t get up. He was stuck to the chair, which was firmly fixed to the ground.

At the same time, a line of spirits quickly formed in front of the shrine. Perhaps due to the lack of a deity statue, the first three directly stepped into the shrine.

Three spirits stood in front of Jia Xu, two short and one tall.

One had short limbs with no neck, covered in yellow mud; another had greenish skin and a twisted posture, as if stuffed into an invisible wine jar; and between them stood a zombie with purplish-blue skin.

Fang Xiu chuckled and turned to whisper to Bai Shuangying, “Look, it’s like a stir-fried trio of vegetables come to life.”

Bai Shuangying took a moment to recall what “three vegetable stir-fry” meant.

…He struggled to hold back his laughter, his lips twitching slightly.

The potato spirit and green pepper spirit spoke in unison. “Honored guest, pass judgment—this one has deceived us, staying and eating with both of us—”

“Honored guest, pass judgment—decide who shall take it home—”

“Either is fine,” Fang Xiu muttered. “Potato and eggplant, green pepper and eggplant—they’re both delicious.”

Bai Shuangying, staring intently, used all his ten years of cultivation to keep a straight face.

Jia Xu couldn’t hear Fang Xiu’s jokes. He was drenched in sweat.

He was supposed to deliver justice? How? He couldn’t even tell the gender of these creatures!

Fang Xiu sighed, just about to give a hint, when Jia Xu, full of terror, blurted out, “Silence!”

The voice was sharp and strange, clearly not Jia Xu’s own. It seemed no outside help was allowed, so Fang Xiu closed his mouth.

Jia Xu then stammered through a few questions, asking things like “Who got involved first?” and “Who lived together first?” The spirits stared at him intently, and both sides gave identical answers.

Jia Xu’s sweaty hands soaked the chair. “What do you want, exactly…?”

“Honored guest, pass judgment—punish the wicked, reward the good, and let the couple return home—”

The spirits chanted in unison.

“Honored guest, honored guest, honored guest—”

Seeing Jia Xu hesitate, the spirits’ voices grew sharper. Blondie and Fourth Master covered their ears.

Jia Xu’s seven orifices began to bleed. Unable to bear it any longer, he randomly pointed at the potato spirit. “You go with this one!”

In an instant, three ghostly faces turned; one smiled, and the other two cried.

“Unfair! Unfair!” screamed Green Pepper.

Jia Xu nearly passed out from the noise. Moments later, two spirits grabbed his arms. At some point, Old Man Fu’s suona band had arrived.

The faceless spirits lifted their heads. “The wicked guest has bent the law for personal gain. He shall be detained first. When the fair ends, he will be expelled from the village.”

Expulsion from the village was essentially a death sentence. Jia Xu froze.

Just like that? He had made a small mistake, and it was that simple…?

“I’ll reconsider. Let me ask again!” He struggled wildly. “I was just talking nonsense earlier!”

The faceless spirits didn’t listen. They dragged Jia Xu forcefully, heading toward the true god’s shrine.

“Help me. Save me…” Jia Xu clung to the threshold, tears streaming down his face.

His skin changed forms in vain, but no matter what Jia Xu transformed into, he couldn’t escape the restraints.

Watching the suona band approach, the others didn’t dare respond. Cheng Songyun turned her head in pity.

Fang Xiu clapped his hands expressionlessly. “Looks like when past ‘guests’ made mistakes, the village chief could punish them.”

Cheng Songyun stammered, “T-The taboo?”

Fang Xiu: “No, it’s just exploiting loopholes. They’re still mimicking the villagers… They want to ‘reasonably and legitimately’ kill us within the rules.”

“We can’t attack them, but they… they can do this?” Cheng Songyun’s eyes turned red.

“Every loophole they exploit gives us more information about the past. It’s not entirely a bad thing.”

Fang Xiu remained calm. “Don’t worry. Jia Xu said he’s only being detained. As long as we deal with ‘E’ before the fair ends, he might still be saved.”

The three spirits at the shrine continued to call out, “Next—”

Fang Xiu was about to act, but Blondie rushed forward first.

“All the wrong answers have been eliminated.” Blondie, full of confidence, glanced at Fourth Master, “Brother, I’ll take care of this!”

He pointed at Green Pepper. “You go with this one!”

Again, three ghostly faces turned; one smiled, and two cried.

“Unfair! Unfair!” This time it was Potato screaming.

Blondie: “?”

Blondie was dragged away by the suona band on the spot. The whole process took less than a minute.

This time, the group’s silence carried a deeper meaning.

“You go,” Fourth Master said to Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu decisively sat in the chair, placing the head he carried on his lap. Bai Shuangying stood behind him silently, his cold presence slowly seeping into Fang Xiu’s limbs.

“Come, let me show you something interesting.” Sensing the long hair falling over his shoulders, Fang Xiu tilted his head back with a smile.

On the stage, the three spirits focused their gaze on Fang Xiu.

“Who here is good at slaughtering pigs?” Fang Xiu asked.

Potato and Green Pepper tried the same trick, both answering in unison.

“You’re both good at it? That makes things easy.” Fang Xiu pointed at Fourth Master. “Borrow his peachwood sword and split the eggpla… this zombie down the middle, half for each of you.”

Three spirits: “?”

The remaining humans: “…?”

Fang Xiu: “It’s two-timing. Am I not punishing evil and promoting good?”

Spirits: “Yes.”

Fang Xiu: “Once you split it, will you both have a home to return to?”

Spirits: “…Yes.”

“Isn’t that great, then? Get to it,” Fang Xiu said kindly.

The two short spirits hesitated for a moment but then actually borrowed Fourth Master’s sword. With a stench wafting through the air, they split the zombie in half.

In the end, they each carried half of the zombie away, their expressions a bit dazed as they left.

As soon as the spirits departed, the chair released Fang Xiu. He simply stood up, straightened his clothes, and sat back down with dignity.

“Next,” he said.

This time, two giant spirits entered. They were broad-shouldered, rotting all over. Fang Xiu glanced at the lineup outside the door; the remaining spirits seemed to form six groups.

Eight humans, eight cases. It seemed like a reasonable workload.

“Honored guest, pass judgment—the fertile fields east of the village are my family’s property, but this guy took them!” one spirit bellowed.

“Honored guest, pass judgment—the fertile fields east of the village are my family’s property, but this guy took them!” the other spirit echoed.

Fang Xiu: “What do you want?”

Two spirits: “Honored guest, pass judgment—punish the wicked, reward the good, and fairly judge who owns the land—”

Fang Xiu exhaled. “A property dispute, huh? That’s easy.”

“Alright, let’s go through the proper procedure. You both need to swear before the god of Weishan that the land has always been yours.”

The two spirits fell silent, terrified.

Bai Shuangying couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a soft laugh.

“If you don’t swear, I can only assume you’re disturbing God’s shrine,” Fang Xiu said regretfully. “However…”

He touched the long hair on his shoulder and looked up at Bai Shuangying again, his eyes curving into a smile.

Bai Shuangying didn’t have time to hide his smile as their gazes lightly brushed against each other.

“However, we can’t close the case too hastily.”

After admiring Bai Shuangying’s smile, Fang Xiu looked down at the stage. “Since you’re both so insistent on knowing ‘who owns the land,’ I’ll sentence you to ask for yourselves.”

“You can find the former village chiefs of Weishan Village. If one can’t answer, ask the next. Someone must know whose land it is. Oh, and by the way, they should all be in the underworld.”

Fang Xiu pointed at Fourth Master. “Borrow his peachwood sword and give your necks a slash. You’ll be sent straight there.”

“You disturbed God’s shrine first. Am I not punishing evil and promoting good?”

“Once you’re in the underworld, won’t you know who owns the land?”

A few minutes later, standing by the corpses of the two spirits, Fang Xiu smiled brightly.

“Next,” he said.


The author has something to say:

It’s all about playing with the rules. Ghosts can play with people, and people can play with ghosts √

Now, tell me, is this justice or not.jpg

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Bai Shuangying: This human is quite interesting. (Looks at the little red flower)

Bai Shuangying: This human is quite interesting… (Watches the evil spirits bleed)

Fang Xiu: Yay, my ghost smiled.


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Help Ch17

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 17: The Eastern Shrine

The temple fair was brightly lit and filled with ghosts.

The group, tied with pieces of corpses, moved like celebrities under constant scrutiny, with dozens of eyes glued to them. Fourth Master remained unfazed, unhooking a copper gourd engraved with a Bagua symbol from his waist and placing it steadily in his palm.

“Luck! Luck! Luck!” he shouted.

The copper gourd spun on its own in his hand, its mouth pointing in a certain direction. Fourth Master nodded in satisfaction. “As expected, it’s to the east.”

Blondie perked up again. “Bro, what does this mean?”

“The sun rises in the east, so the yang energy is strongest there. It’s easier to deal with evil spirits,” Fourth Master, in a rare good mood, explained briefly.

Blondie exclaimed, “You’re amazing, Bro!”

His tone made it sound like Fourth Master was his actual sibling.

No one mocked Blondie at this point. Compared to Old Man Fu, who was handing out pieces of corpses as gifts, Fourth Master seemed almost human. At least his actions were understandable.

Jia Xu was singled out by Fourth Master and pushed to the front to lead the way. The others huddled behind Fourth Master like chicks, with Fang Xiu and Bai Shuangying as usual at the rear of the group.

Fang Xiu clutched Bai Shuangying’s sleeve, his eyes darting between the stalls.

Amidst the noisy music, the evil spirits seriously danced with lions that had no pupils, some even tossing their own heads like embroidered balls. White paper money replaced red confetti, paper flowers pretended to be fresh flowers, and the stalls were piled high with mud-made food, paper goods of all kinds displayed in abundance.

As long as one didn’t look too closely, the scene was quite lively.

Fang Xiu: “This is a lot like the temple fairs back in my hometown. Have you ever been to one?”

Bai Shuangying shook his head.

Fang Xiu picked up a small handful of paper money from the ground and asked the paper flower vendor, “Is this enough to buy one?”

He pointed to the reddest flower in the basket.

The stall owner, a wandering soul, was caught off guard by the question. It absentmindedly handed over the flower, almost forgetting to collect the paper money.

Fang Xiu took the flower, bent the stem slightly, and pinned it to the front of Bai Shuangying’s white robe.

“It suits you.” Fang Xiu smiled. “Now, you can say you’ve been to a temple fair.”

Bai Shuangying looked down. The vibrant red paper flower, dampened by the rain, looked no different from a real one under the lantern light. It wasn’t bad. He couldn’t resist flicking it with his fingertips and allowed it to remain on him.

…Sure enough, this human is quite interesting, he thought.

After the flower incident, Fang Xiu grabbed Bai Shuangying and hurried to catch up with the group. Fang Xiu was slightly out of breath from the rush. Once he caught his breath, he started mumbling again.

“Wearing a paper flower like this might be bad luck, but you’re already a spirit, so it’s probably fine,” he said. “Uh, you shouldn’t be cursed by a paper flower, right?”

…This human would be even more interesting if he didn’t talk so much, Bai Shuangying thought again.

In the end, he sighed, moved his sleeve, and pulled Fang Xiu closer to him.

He soon noticed Fang Xiu’s relaxed smile, though his body was tense, as if ready to pounce at any moment. The gashes on Fang Xiu’s back had reopened, with fresh blood seeping out slowly, but the stench from the severed head on Fang Xiu’s back overpowered the smell of his own blood.

This human wasn’t oblivious to danger; he just didn’t like showing it.

Bai Shuangying recognized this behavior. Solitary beasts were also used to hiding their pain and scent… but humans were supposed to be social animals, right?

“Stay close to me,” Bai Shuangying couldn’t help but say. “These spirits can’t hurt you.”

“Mm, mm, mm, thank you,” Fang Xiu replied, but his eyes remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings.

Bai Shuangying was speechless. He had more questions recently than in the past thousand years. He was a proper evil spirit, yet Fang Xiu was almost forcing humanity out of him.

“Since you don’t trust me at all, why did you offer your living soul to me?” he asked.

Fang Xiu chuckled. “Oh, that? It’s not like it’s the final payment of a contract. As the saying goes, ‘Don’t let good stuff go to outsiders’… Just think of it as me treating you. I’d rather be eaten by you than by some weird thing.”

“Even if I know I’m going to die, I should at least have the right to choose how I die, right?” he said with his usual cheeky smile.

Fang Xiu didn’t deny the “no trust at all” part, and Bai Shuangying didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Unfortunately, once the chatterbox opened, it couldn’t be stopped.

Fang Xiu: “By the way, what does a living soul taste like? Does it vary by person, and how’s the texture?”

Bai Shuangying pretended not to hear.

Fang Xiu gave him a sad look. “I’m yours in life and your meal in death…”

“Soft, moist, slightly warm. The more tangled their fate, the richer the taste,” Bai Shuangying replied in a flat tone. “Living souls must be eaten fresh. If the three souls leave the body for too long, they either turn into ghosts or disperse into yin energy, which isn’t… isn’t…”

“Isn’t as nutritious,” Fang Xiu helpfully added.

“Mm.”

“Then Fourth Master must be really delicious. I’ll make sure to keep an eye on him for you,” Fang Xiu said enthusiastically.

Amid the commotion, the two walked side by side, chatting away as if they were genuinely enjoying the temple fair.

A little ahead, the others didn’t dare even glance at the stalls, staring only at their feet. But the evil spirits didn’t let them off so easily.

“Child, child.”

A skeleton with a hairpin stuck in its eye sockets grabbed Mei Lan, shoving a yellow mud-made pastry into her hands.

“Don’t be afraid. Have a snack.” The skeleton’s teeth clacked together, its voice muffled. “Have a snack.”

Mei Lan was startled. Before she could react, her arms were filled with a large bundle of mud pastries. Realizing the weight in her arms, she froze.

…Another load she couldn’t throw away. Disposing of it would surely break a taboo.

Seeing Mei Lan accept the offering, countless spirits turned toward her. They grabbed mud and dirt, rushing toward her.

“Child, child.”

“Don’t be afraid. Have a snack. Have a snack.”

They all repeated the same words, like they shared the same tongue.

The weight of the rubbish they handed her quickly became more than a normal person could bear. The spirits twisted their faces into eerie smiles, as if they intended to bury Mei Lan alive under a pile of offerings.

Sensing danger, Cheng Songyun gritted her teeth and stepped in front of Mei Lan. “She can’t carry any more. If she takes any more, she won’t be able to walk!”

Hearing her scolding, the spirits stopped, sizing up Cheng Songyun. After a moment, they surprisingly didn’t force any more offerings on her.

Cheng Songyun sighed in relief and turned to Mei Lan. “Let me carry some for you.”

Mei Lan: “Thank you, thank you, but it’s taboo…”

“We’ve accepted the gifts, and we’re not throwing them away. Does it matter who carries them?” Cheng Songyun adjusted her short hair. “Come on, I’ll take half.”

Mei Lan bit her lip but eventually shook her head.

Cheng Songyun didn’t push further. She handed Mei Lan a bottle of drink. “Fine. You’re using up a lot of energy, so drink this if you get thirsty.”

“I could carry them? I think I can manage.” The gloomy boy hesitated, slowing his steps.

Mei Lan slowed down too, smiling a bit awkwardly. “It’s not about whether you can carry them…”

Sensing that their pace was faltering, Fang Xiu took two steps forward and patted the boy on the shoulder. “If something happens to Cheng Jie or you and the offerings are lost, Mei Lan would probably still be the one to break the taboo, because she didn’t ‘take care’ of the gifts properly.”

He guessed that Mei Lan felt it was too unlucky to say this out loud.

As expected, Mei Lan softly acknowledged, lowering her head.

The gloomy boy froze while Cheng Songyun could only smile bitterly.

“We all understand,” she said.

With the issue resolved, the group trudged on in silence.

Yet the spirits holding mud and rocks didn’t disperse. They followed closely behind Mei Lan, mimicking her steps, sticking to her like shadows.

“We all understand,” they kept repeating, shaking the mud in their hands. “We all understand. We all understand.”

Mei Lan’s face turned even paler than before. She shrank closer to Cheng Songyun, clutching the mud pastries in her arms, her eyes fixed on her own shoes.

With Mei Lan as a warning, the rest of the group became even more cautious. They huddled tightly together, ignoring everything the spirits said.

The wet, muddy road seemed endless. Fang Xiu felt like they had been walking for half a lifetime when Fourth Master finally started to slow down.

“My feet must be blistered,” Fang Xiu grimaced. He could feel blisters forming under his feet, and his heels were in agony.

Bai Shuangying gave him a sideways glance. “Is this how you used to go to temple fairs?”

“It’s different. The last time I went, I was still a kid. When I got tired, my dad would let me ride on his shoulders,” Fang Xiu said.

Bai Shuangying frowned. “I’m not letting you ride.”

Fang Xiu: “……”

Fang Xiu: “…I’m not that desperate, my friend.”

Bai Shuangying looked at Fang Xiu in surprise, as if he wanted to say something but held back. He touched the paper flower on his chest, his tone softening slightly. “Your father treated you well.”

Fang Xiu tapped the tip of his shoe. “Yeah, I miss him a lot.”

Bai Shuangying: “You’ll see him again if you survive this.”

“But I still won’t see him,” Fang Xiu added, “My dad passed away almost twenty years ago.”

“Did your father also… Were you spared in the nine familial exterminations?” Bai Shuangying asked hesitantly.

Fang Xiu laughed. “No, no, I’ve just had a streak of bad luck.”

“And by the way, I’m an only child. My dad, mom, grandparents, all gone. Just so you won’t have any misunderstanding again.”

Bai Shuangying: “Got it.”

Up ahead, Fourth Master came to a halt and cursed loudly. Fang Xiu immediately perked up, craning his neck to see.

In front of them was another ancestral shrine.

It was identical to the one at Weishan, with the same plaque. However, this shrine’s doors were wide open, and there was no deity statue inside. There was only a rosewood armchair.

Aside from that, the room contained nothing but brightly burning red candles, with no sign of evil spirits.

The couplets on the walls had also changed…

[Upholding virtue and punishing evil with clear judgment.]

[And henceforth, justice is seen in the hearts of men.]

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. These lines weren’t very antithetical. Rather than a couplet, they sounded more like poetry.

Looking further east, there was nothing but pure darkness behind the shrine, as if they had reached the edge of a ghostly maze. Nearby, there were still temple fair stalls, but they kept their distance from the shrine.

That strange, empty shrine stood brightly lit, its door wide open.

Fourth Master didn’t enter immediately. Instead, he took out the copper gourd again, shouted “Luck, luck, luck,” three times, and the gourd pointed unwaveringly at the shrine.

“You.” 

Fourth Master kicked Jia Xu in the back. “Go in and take a look.”

“Wait a moment.” In a rare moment, Fang Xiu interrupted Fourth Master.

“Before Jia Xu tries, can I say something? …I’ve made a new discovery about this temple fair.”


The author has something to say:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone! (*/ω\*)

The two guests visit the temple fair, give flowers, and talk about family… How is this not a date? (。

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The clues Fang Xiu has noticed are already in the text~I wonder if anyone’s picked up on them yet! ☆


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Escape From the Asylum Ch139

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 139

Zhou Qian had observed earlier that most of the soldiers stationed at the west gate were gambling with cards in the morning. He thought he might be able to use this to his advantage to lure them away.

This plan was somewhat idealistic and not guaranteed to succeed. So, he approached it with a try-and-see attitude.

Using stratagems to achieve results without bloodshed was, of course, the best option, as it would allow him to conserve as much mana as possible. If that failed, he was prepared to confront them directly.

At this moment, stepping into the alley and hearing the noise behind him, Zhou Qian knew he had succeeded.

It seemed that every detail in this instance was intentional and potentially beneficial.

Considering what Alayne had said, the soldiers’ actions weren’t surprising—when the top is crooked, the bottom would be too. The Fire leader betrayed the former Day, Moon, Star, Cloud to attain his current position. How could such an opportunist leader teach his soldiers to be loyal to their duties?

The fortunes of both the Kingdom of Words and the Land of Silence were indeed coming to an end.

When they rise, the people suffer; when they fall, the people suffer.

The players were merely passersby in this instance. They couldn’t save everyone or stay to clean up afterward, but at least after eliminating Difu, the whole world wouldn’t fall into a doomed fate.

Quickly, over twenty soldiers followed Zhou Qian and the young man into the alley, only to see a small blue dragon appear, which suddenly whisked the young man away.

Sensing something amiss, the soldiers turned to flee, but it was already too late.

A trap previously set up in the area, [Heavenly Net*], was activated instantly, ensnaring them all within its grasp.

*(天罗地网) Idiom referring to a situation where someone is completely surrounded and trapped, with no way to escape.

Before the soldiers could even react, they were hanging in midair.

Then, they saw Zhou Qian walking out from the other end of the alley.

Zhou Qian, shirtless, with his hands in his pockets, strolled over, chewing bubble gum. Looking up at the soldiers hanging in the air, his gaze showed a bit of surprise, as if he was completely unaware of the situation.

Then he smiled, his look turning mischievous, as if watching some kind of animal performance.

Seemingly amused, he smiled at the soldiers and then puffed his cheeks… and actually began to blow a bubble with the gum.

Seeing a pink gel-like substance emerge from Zhou Qian’s mouth and grow larger, the soldiers in midair had no idea what it was and were utterly captivated by it for a moment.

After staring at the pink bubble curiously for a while, they began to question Zhou Qian—

“Who are you?”

“What do you want?!”

“Not good. This man is most likely a spy from the Land of Silence!”

Zhou Qian laughed. The pink bubble detached from his lips, floated into his palm, and then he looked at the trapped group and said, “Correct. You’re too smart. I am indeed a spy from the Land of Silence.”

One of the soldiers hurriedly said, “I’ll notify—”

Before he could finish, the soldier quickly took out a flare from his pants leg, seemingly planning to throw it through the gaps of the [Heavenly Net] to the ground.

But he couldn’t complete this action. The strange gel-like pink sphere in the stranger’s palm suddenly expanded and then enlarged in front of him, somehow surrounding them from all directions!

In just a moment, the twenty or so soldiers suspended in the air were surrounded by pink gel below their feet, above their heads, and all around, as if they had fallen into a giant pink ball.

They didn’t know what the material of the ball was, but it seemed elastic and highly reflective of sound.

The unfinished sentence of the soldier started bouncing around within the “balloon”, creating an unbearable cacophony.

Realizing this, everyone dared not speak, as every word they uttered would continuously create an almost undiminishing echo, quickly filling the “balloon” with noise.

Adding insult to injury, the flare thrown by the soldier also exploded inside the “balloon,” and the red smoke bounced off the inner walls, making everyone tear up and unable to open their eyes.

At this point, they were completely blind to the outside world, could not hear any external noise, and were totally unable to communicate any messages out.

[Item: Giant Pink Bubble House]

[Effect: Can trap a large group of people inside a bubble gum constructed house, blocking all sound and images, lasting for 30 minutes.]

[Note: The effect is quite amazing, but the success rate of use isn’t high. You must blow the bubble in front of the target, under their gaze, and continue blowing for 30 seconds. But perhaps by the time you finish blowing the bubble, the enemy has already fled.]

[Grade: Uncommon]

This item was uncommon, and its effect was hard to achieve on players.

After all, it was classified as uncommon, and most players were familiar with it and would be wary, not foolishly staring at it for 30 seconds.

But using it on instance NPCs who hadn’t seen much of the world and didn’t know what bubble gum was, was more than sufficient. Especially when they were trapped in the [Heavenly Net] and planning to question Zhou Qian, this “spy”.

Collecting money, gambling, blowing bubbles…

Zhou Qian easily trapped over twenty soldiers.

Turning to leave, he only left them with a message. “Of course, you need to spread the word that I am a spy from the Land of Silence, but there’s no rush. After 30 minutes, you can fire the flare again.”

With that, Zhou Qian draped his shirt over his shoulders and walked away nonchalantly, indifferent to whether those people could hear him or not.

Half a minute later, Zhou Qian appeared under the west gate.

There was no one around, and no one noticed the anomaly here.

However, three soldiers who weren’t interested in gambling had stayed behind, likely indifferent to their duties. They lazily leaned against the city wall, yawning, with swords at their waists.

After sending the little dragon to watch from the rooftops of nearby houses, keeping an eye on the Fire leader’s arrival, and monitoring for any other unusual activity, Zhou Qian took out a [Flying Rope] from his bag and silently climbed up the city gate.

Holding a knife, and with the speed gained from soloing two high-difficulty trial instances, he swiftly passed by the three men.

By the time they realized something was wrong, they were already collapsing with ruptured carotid arteries.

Conveniently, there were many shields on the ground. Zhou Qian laid their bodies down, stripped their armor, and hid it all in his bag, then made several cuts to their faces and bodies.

What has happened, cannot be changed.

They might be resurrected later, but Zhou Qian couldn’t control when they would come back to life, so just in case, he tied them up with a special rope and hid them under the shields.

All that was left for Zhou Qian to do was wait for the Fire leader to appear.

According to the information provided by Alayne, Village Chief Ab was a rare individual who had mastered all the skills of the Day, Moon, Star, Cloud families and was thus unanimously chosen as the village chief.

Therefore, the Fire leader’s strength was probably weaker than Ab’s.

With his skills, the little dragon’s assistance, and the aid of various items, killing him wouldn’t be too difficult.

However, the soldiers of the Land of Silence were skilled in close-quarters assassination with curved blades. If the Fire leader’s body showed obvious signs of unusual death, it would be problematic.

In this case, Zhou Qian had to minimize mana and health consumption while killing him up close with a sword, which was a bit more challenging.

Of course, for Zhou Qian, it was just slightly more difficult.

Facing the city area, he took out a mirror from his bag.

[Item: Dream-Back Mirror]

[Effect: Placed in the scene, it can fully restore the story that once happened in the scene, making people feel as if they were there; Range: 300m; The scene time can be adjusted, but it can only restore up to 24 hours before; The past scene can last for half an hour.]

[Note: Can be used to reminisce about people who were here within the last 24 hours, or to reconstruct a crime scene and search for clues; However, the scenes produced by the Dream-Back Mirror are all illusions. Don’t indulge too much, for illusions are ultimately empty…]

20 minutes later.

Crouching behind the city wall, Zhou Qian received a message from the little dragon—the Fire leader had appeared and would enter the street directly opposite the city gate in one minute.

Upon receiving the message, Zhou Qian hung the Dream-Back Mirror on the city wall within 30 seconds.

All he had to do next was to hide and wait at the city gate.

As soon as the Fire leader turned into the street leading to the west city gate, he entered the range of the Dream-Back Mirror.

What appeared before him was the scene of soldiers dutifully standing guard at the city gate.

Feeling a sense of déjà vu, the Fire leader shook his head, thinking the scene was very similar to what he had seen that morning.

But after thinking it over, it seemed there was nothing wrong with that—soldiers wearing the same uniforms and standing in the same places naturally looked similar.

Thus, the Fire leader didn’t notice anything too unusual and continued toward the city gate.

Arriving at the gate, he yawned and walked up the stone steps next to the rampart to the city wall.

The soldiers stood guard at the city gate without moving, a few facing towards the city interior while the majority faced outward, appearing very serious and dutiful in their posts.

However, the Fire leader eventually noticed something odd—why didn’t they greet him?

It was as if they hadn’t seen him at all…

Wait… Why was the light reflecting off their armor so strange?

The sunlight falling on the armor and every brick of the city wall displayed a distinct orange color, the shade of dawn when the morning sun first rises.

But now, the day was fully bright. Such a phenomenon shouldn’t be occurring. What… What is going on?

As the Fire leader pondered in confusion, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a sight that made his heart race with fear—he turned his body to look down the street below the city gate and saw another version of himself striding towards him!

In shock, the Fire leader hadn’t even fully comprehended the situation when the shields lying on the ground next to him started moving on their own!

Holding twin blades, the Fire leader turned his body, highly alert towards those shields, only to see a few shields fall aside, revealing four bodies emerging from underneath.

The faces of these four bodies were all scratched, unrecognizable, and in addition to their clothes being removed, their bodies were covered in wounds.

No, upon closer inspection, there were only three bodies. One was still alive!

The survivor, upon seeing the Fire leader, shouted, “Greetings, Leader!”

Then he attempted to rise from the ground, only to fail immediately, falling back down and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Afterwards, he spoke very weakly to the Fire leader. “Not good… The Land of Silence… It’s the people from the Land of Silence… They used magic that made us hallucinate… unable to distinguish what’s real from what’s fake… I was attacked by another version of myself… but no matter what I did… I couldn’t harm him at all, I… cough cough…”

Attacked by another version of oneself?

This man hadn’t clarified the situation, but the Fire leader clearly caught a crucial sentence. So he looked down the street at the other version of himself again, finding that he had already walked to the middle of the road.

Suddenly, the Fire leader swung his blade, sending a cloud of fire down the street towards the person.

The murderous intent-filled fire cloud surged powerfully, but upon hitting the other Fire leader, it dissipated into nothingness. It was like punching soft cotton, utterly ineffective.

On the street, the Fire leader walked with ease, his expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

This scene undoubtedly agitated the Fire leader at the city gate. He then executed several more moves, but the Fire leader on the street remained unharmed!

The Fire leader’s heart pounded, and he nervously looked towards the soldiers around him.

After standing for a while, they occasionally whispered to each other, as if slacking off. But from beginning to end, not a single one looked at him, as if he didn’t exist at all.

This isn’t right…

What in the world…

At this moment, the Fire leader heard the man lying on the ground speak again. “Leader, only you, me, and these three dead brothers beside me are real. Everything else is fake. But they will kill us and then replace us in the living world! As long as they kill all of us, they can replace us! Ah…”

After saying this, the man spat out blood and became motionless, probably dead like the three others beside him.

Not only did the Fire leader’s heart beat wildly, but his ears also rang.

No, of course he couldn’t be replaced!

With twin blades in hand, the Fire leader quickly ran around the city gate, executing countless moves. Normally, these soldiers would have been incinerated by his fire cloud technique. But now it was different. Those people remained unscathed!

Disbelieving, the Fire leader connected his twin blades, unleashing a powerful move. Two blades of light collided, creating a massive firestorm, like a wildfire fanned by spring winds, instantly targeting every soldier!

The fire was fierce, as if it would burn everything to ashes. But moments later, the flames dissipated, and everything on the city gate remained unchanged, as if nothing had ever happened.

At this moment, the Fire leader suddenly realized what was wrong.

He turned around and saw the other version of himself walking up to the city wall, and the nearest soldier turned to him, saying, “Good morning, Fire Leader!”

The other Fire leader replied, “Good morning, everyone! Did you have a good breakfast? I usually turn a blind eye to your behavior, but not today! Today, of all days, you cannot slack off!”

These were the words he had said that morning.

The scene before him was exactly what he had experienced.

Something that happened in the morning was happening again…

Is this… my memory?!

I’ve entered my own memories!

They can’t see me. They’re not harming me. They’re all from my memory…

Wait, when I first came up to the city gate and noticed that no one looked at me, that the armor had dawn’s light on it, I had already started thinking in this direction, because of that…

It was that man who suddenly appeared covered in blood! He said the other version of myself would kill me!

He was deceiving me! He was misleading me!

Who is he?!

What does he want?!

The Fire leader gripped his twin blades tighter and took steps towards the blood-covered man on the ground.

Suddenly, the man sprang up from the ground.

With a smile on his lips, he raised his hand, his thumb sliding across the corner of his lips, wiping off the blood there, then wiped his eyes as if to clear his vision.

Then the Fire leader saw those bloodthirsty eyes looking back at him.

“You’re even dumber than I thought,” Zhou Qian said with a smile. “With your mana gone and your ultimate on cooldown… what are you going to fight me with?”

……

Five minutes later, Zhou Qian arrived at the breakfast shop they had dined at in the morning and went straight to the second floor.

This was the place they had agreed to meet up after completing their tasks, and upon Zhou Qian’s arrival, only Alayne was there. Alayne was responsible for the Rain leader at the south gate.

Seeing Zhou Qian, she nodded, indicating that she had taken care of the Rain leader.

The other players hadn’t arrived yet. Zhou Qian wasn’t in a hurry. He ordered some food and drink, which was soon delivered.

Breakfast time had passed, and many civilians were trying to squeeze their way to the east gate to watch the spectacle, so there weren’t many customers in the shop at this time.

Although Zhou Qian ordered the food and drink, he didn’t touch it and instead just sat by the window waiting.

After a while, Yun Xiangrong and Yin Jiujiu returned.

They were responsible for the Thunder leader at the north gate.

Thunder corresponded to the former Star, both proficient in utilizing the power of the stars. Yin Jiujiu’s clothes were clearly torn, and her skin underneath appeared charred, suggesting she was struck by lightning.

Fortunately, she specialized in tanking, so she endured it, but now her health was only at 15%.

Yun Xiangrong was slightly better off, with her health at 25%.

The two girls looked pale, already not fully recovered from the previous battle, and having to undertake a highly difficult assassination task was truly taxing.

After both sat down, Zhou Qian asked Yin Jiujiu several questions but didn’t ask Yun Xiangrong anything.

Yun Xiangrong ignored him, sitting down and drinking water without lifting her eyelids, clearly continuing some unspoken performance between them.

But now, both had some other thoughts about the reason why the Peach Blossom Legion had sent her—

Firstly, to keep Zhou Qian’s attention on her and Yin Jiujiu, whose stance was unclear, completely ignoring Ke Yuxiao.

Secondly, now that they had triggered the hidden completion condition, it was clear this instance was very special. Perhaps the Peach Blossom Legion also coveted the rewards of the hidden achievement. If the Peach Blossom Legion sent someone else, Zhou Qian would never let that person win the reward, but if it was Yun Xiangrong, it might not be the case.

Bai Zhou was assigned the task of infiltrating the racecourse and monitoring Difu’s movements, so he wouldn’t be back for a while. The only one they were waiting for now was He Xiaowei.

As they waited, he had already missed the final time agreed upon by everyone.

Yin Jiujiu glanced at the system panel’s time and said anxiously, “Could something have happened to him? The Land of Silence’s troops are about to arrive. His task may not involve assassination, but it’s still crucial. If something goes wrong—”

Zhou Qian tapped his index finger on the table. “Xiaowei Ge might be a bit jumpy sometimes, but he’s never let us down at crucial moments. We should trust our teammates more.”

“I know…” Yin Jiujiu exhaled. “I’m just a bit worried. If he messes up, all our injuries would have been for nothing.”

Zhou Qian’s expression remained unchanged, only looking out the window. “No rush. Gao Shan is with him. He can help. Besides, Zhou Ge is close to him. He’ll be fine.”

With that, Zhou Qian summoned the little dragon, petting its head. “Xiao Long, sneak over to the east city gate. After the Land of Silence people arrive, follow them. I’ll be watching everything through your eyes. Be careful not to get caught.”

“Yip!” The little dragon let out a soft cry and flew out the window.

Yin Jiujiu watched this scene anxiously, only to see Zhou Qian looking out the window with a smile. “Look, our Xiaowei Ge is back.”


The author has something to say:

Zhou Ge fights: Single strike style.

Qian Ge fights: Gambling cards and pretending to be dead, then using all kinds of flashy tricks.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch64

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 64

The spaceship “Muse”, belonging to the Galactic Diva Camilla, was now hovering over the outskirts of Leyting. The ship was shaped like a hexagonal pyramid, resembling a gigantic glass artwork. The sky of Leyting, half in daylight and half in darkness, tinted it with a faint golden-red hue, making it look like a shining jewel in the twilight sky.

Leyting lacked a well-equipped theater like Neo Venice, so the governor specially approved the Muse to enter the planet’s atmosphere, allowing Camilla to perform with various special effects projected from above the stage. After the performance, the Muse left the urban area and stayed in the countryside, partly to facilitate acceleration during takeoff and partly to prevent curious onlookers from approaching.

After notifying the spaceship’s staff, the hatch at the bottom of the ship slowly opened, and the driver piloted the flying car into the ship’s hold.

“Alright, we’re safe on the ship,” Rita said with a smile to the two fugitives as the flying car came to a stop.

Alois stepped out of the car, surprised to find that the floor was a smooth display screen, resembling a mirror-like lake. When he stepped on it, ripples immediately spread out, making it seem as though he was wading through water.

“The entire spaceship is designed this way,” Rita explained. “The walls, floor, and ceiling can all be used as touch screens. This is Camilla’s preference, so the ship was specially customized for him.”

“It’s different from any ship I’ve seen before,” Alois said, kicking the floor experimentally, which caused realistic splashes. “Thank you for bringing us aboard, Miss Rita,” he sincerely thanked the manager.

Rita shook her head. “If you want to thank someone, thank Camilla. I wasn’t going to help, but he insisted on rescuing you.” She pointed in Camilla’s direction. Alois followed her gaze and saw the diva surrounded by staff, seemingly discussing the upcoming schedule. Halfway through, Camilla turned around, caught Alois’s eye, and quickly looked away, sulking.

Alois turned in another direction, where Joshua stood in a small, shadowy area. His black and gold eyes had darkened, resembling an abyss with unseen things stirring within, trying to break free.

Joshua had been acting strangely since earlier. Alois thought. He must have misunderstood something between me and Camilla… What could it be? What is going on in that guy’s head?

They stared at each other silently, neither willing to speak first.

“The ship is about to accelerate out of the atmosphere. Let me take you to the lounge,” Rita said, patting Alois’s arm, freeing him from the awkward silence. “Do you want to stay in the hold and get crushed by the acceleration?” The manager, with her years of ironclad professional experience, also gently called out to the icy Joshua.

The assassin hesitated, but ultimately succumbed to the threat of acceleration. Even the most notorious killer couldn’t defy the laws of physics. He followed Rita and Alois, keeping a few steps behind.

He wasn’t sure if he was overthinking, but Alois couldn’t help but notice that Joshua’s footsteps seemed unusually chaotic.

In the lounge, as the spaceship exited the atmosphere and entered space travel, Rita excused herself to handle some affairs. Joshua stood up to follow, explaining to the puzzled manager, “I need a place to smoke.”

“The smoking room is over there. I’ll show you.”

After they left, Alois was left alone in the lounge. He huffed, crossed his arms, and sank into the sofa.

Joshua never smoked unless necessary, and he never carried cigarettes. He usually borrowed them from others (often from Joanna). Now he claimed to need a smoke, clearly to avoid Alois. What was there to avoid? They had fought together to escape the police just hours ago, and now Joshua was sulking! Who had time for that!

The more Alois thought about it, the more irritated he became. He wanted to find Joshua and explain things, but he also felt it would be a waste of time. Getting angry at such a critical moment, unable to prioritize!

The lounge door slid open with a “shhh”.

“You’re back,” Alois said without looking, his tone sour.

The newcomer didn’t speak. Only after the door closed did light footsteps approach. Alois recognized they weren’t Joshua’s.

“…It’s me,” Srosie said timidly.

Alois awkwardly scratched his head. “I-I thought you were Joshua.” He tried to force a smile. “What brings you here?”

Perhaps his smile was too awkward, scaring Srosie. The cross-dressing youth clasped his hands behind his back like a student being punished, cautiously approaching, afraid of accidentally angering him. “I-I came to check on you.” He finally reached Alois, blushing and looking around nervously. “You didn’t seem happy… Are you mad at me? Because I keep bothering you?”

Alois smiled wryly. “No such thing.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah.”

Srosie’s face lit up instantly, as if a beam of light shone on his face. “I thought you hated me…”

“How could I!” Alois patted his head. “I like you a lot.” He said, “Thank you. If it weren’t for your help, we would definitely…”

Before he could finish, Srosie threw himself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly. “I-I like you too!” he said excitedly. “You’re so good to me. You even saved my life… Rita says if you like someone, you should be brave and confess, or someone else will take them away.” Blushing, he looked up. “I like you. I want you to stay with me. Stop being a pirate, okay? Come with me… We can travel the galaxy—go anywhere we want. You won’t have to hide, won’t be hunted… If you don’t like my performances, I’ll quit singing… I’ll still sing, just for you…” He sniffled. “Just the two of us…”

Alois’s mind went blank.

What’s going on?! He thought in panic. A confession? He’d been confessed to before, but never this directly! And by the Galactic Diva Camilla! Camilla! Although he was a cross-dresser, he was the real Camilla! Camilla said he liked him! Camilla confessed to him! How could this be so sudden! Couldn’t there have been a warning first?

But something felt off! Alois tried to push Srosie away and stammered, “But… but why do you like me?”

“Like means like. There’s no need for so many reasons!” Srosie pouted. “You said you liked me too. We have mutual feelings!”

That’s not right!

“Wait! That’s not the kind of like… I… I have…” I have a lover!

A gunshot interrupted Alois. The laser beam grazed Srosie’s ear, cutting off a few strands of hair and leaving a scorched mark on the floor.

The youth stiffened and turned in disbelief to see Joshua standing at the lounge door.

“Get away from him,” the assassin coldly ordered.


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Help Ch16

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 16: A Small Token of Goodwill

Amidst the sorrowful and tragic opera singing, the group remained silent.

Bai Shuangying glanced at Fang Xiu in mild surprise, thinking Fang Xiu would enthusiastically cheer for the performance. Fang Xiu’s sudden normal behavior felt a bit unfamiliar to him.

Then he heard Fang Xiu muttering in confusion, “The number of performers isn’t right… Skinny Monkey and Brother Scar aren’t here. Could it be because their deaths didn’t rhyme well*?”

*Clarity: In the previous chapter, the lines sang in opera about their deaths in Chinese rhymes. Unfortunately, I’m not creative enough to make them rhyme myself translated into English, given how little words there are to work with, and I don’t want to stray too far from the original lines.

Bai Shuangying felt reassured.

“They’ll never find Skinny Monkey,” Bai Shuangying complimented himself modestly.

Fang Xiu responded, “True, he’s turned into a tree. Lucky for them, they didn’t carve the idol out of him. But Brother Scar…”

Under Bai Shuangying’s concealment, Fang Xiu seemed to be muttering to himself. Old Man Fu walked up and interrupted the whispering.

“Pardon my poor performance,” he said, still smiling with eyes and mouth like narrow slits, a smile that looked somewhat abstract. “One guest’s karma is not clean, making it inconvenient for them to be on stage. I hope everyone can forgive us…”

Even though Old Man Fu’s eyes were just two black slits without eyeballs, Fang Xiu could still feel its faint gaze.

“If I may ask, what do you mean by ‘unclean karma’?” Fourth Master asked respectfully, addressing Old Man Fu.

Old Man Fu’s smile deepened. “Imagine a poor beast being stabbed to death by a butcher. Can you say the cause of death was the knife? The butcher is still alive and watching. The karma involved…”

Fourth Master’s face darkened. He understood the implication.

…Damn it, someone had definitely tampered with things, deliberately leading Brother Scar to violate a taboo.

Old Man Fu continued, “No need to be angry. This shrine market is arranged for all of you. Whether you want to hear the opera or browse the market, everything is prepared. The market will last for seven days and nights, so do enjoy yourselves.”

He bent his neck stiffly, looking down at the group. A foul stench emanated from him, a mix of ink and rotting flesh.

Fourth Master glanced at the four corpses on stage without saying a word. The others didn’t dare speak either. Five people had died in just two days. Who would still be alive after seven days and nights?

Fang Xiu, unconcerned, asked, “Can we leave?”

Old Man Fu’s smile didn’t falter. “Why leave such a wonderful shrine market? What is it that you’re unhappy with? If you want ring toss games, sugar paintings, or dough figurines, just ask, and our village will prepare them for you…”

“I don’t like shrine markets,” Fang Xiu said.

Old Man Fu: “……”

Old Man Fu’s smile became more strained. “This shrine market is specially arranged for all of you…”

“You say that, but the show already started before we even arrived,” Fang Xiu pointed out fairly.

Even Fourth Master couldn’t help but turn his head to glance at him. Fang Xiu seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed only on Old Man Fu.

“The shrine market is like this opera. Once it starts, it can’t stop. It’s not just for entertaining guests, but also for honoring the ghosts and gods.” Old Man Fu sighed, shaking his head, his neck making a dangerous creaking sound. “It can’t stop, it can’t stop—”

Fang Xiu responded, “Alright…”

Honoring the ghosts and gods? Interesting, considering you’re all ghosts yourselves.

His remark seemed to ease the tension in the group slightly.

Noticing the change in atmosphere, Old Man Fu reined in his smile. “Well then, I have prepared some welcoming gifts. Please accept them.”

He stepped back a few paces and waved his hand. Several evil spirits, about half the height of a person, stumbled forward, holding up eight red-wrapped bundles. Upon seeing the shape of the bundles, the recently calmed Mei Lan almost screamed again.

The bundles clearly contained dismembered human body parts.

The pieces varied in size, including hands and feet. Each one was bloodied, as if gnawed on by a beast. Fang Xiu examined them closely and guessed that the body parts likely belonged to Brother Scar.

There were two arms, two legs, a torso cut into three pieces, and a head, neatly divided into eight portions.

The parts were carefully wrapped in uniformly sized red cloth, with a white paper label inscribed with black characters: an upside-down “Blessing” character. Some of the limbs were too long for the fabric to cover completely, so they were tied with pretty red cloth flowers.

As if fearing not enough fuel had been added to the fire, Old Man Fu said, “These gifts are from the entire Weishan Village. Please take good care of them, absolutely.”

His grin stretched wide, almost reaching his ears. “Otherwise, everyone will be very upset.”

The last sentence was drawn out slowly, dripping with implication.

After saying that, Old Man Fu instructed his minions to distribute the “gifts” one by one. Two arms were given to Mei Lan and the gloomy teenager, two legs to Blondie and Cheng Songyun, and Fourth Master, the lunatic, and Jia Xu each received a part of the torso.

As for the bloodied head, it was given to Fang Xiu.

The head had little flesh left but retained its general shape. The red cloth was soaked with blood, sticking tightly to the head. Everyone could still make out Brother Scar’s despairing expression.

“Thank you.” Fang Xiu accepted the head politely.

The weight was just over ten pounds, still manageable.

Brother Scar’s soul had already been devoured by Bai Shuangying, but who would have thought Fang Xiu would end up carrying his ghost’s leftovers.

Bai Shuangying also disliked leftovers. Wrinkling his nose, he couldn’t help but ask, “Why provoke Old Man Fu? The head smells the worst. It’s very stinky.”

Fang Xiu was busy untying the red flower, preparing to use the red silk rope to tie the head to his back. Hearing Bai Shuangying’s question, he smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Isn’t it great? Even you think Old Man Fu targeted me because I ‘deliberately caused trouble’… rather than because I ‘got Brother Scar killed.’”

Humans really are calculating, Bai Shuangying thought, raising an eyebrow.

Fang Xiu’s tone lightened again. “Besides, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a piece of dead flesh. Could you cough up Brother Scar’s soul?”

Of course not. Bai Shuangying shook his head decisively.

The others, however, didn’t take things as well as Fang Xiu. Aside from Fourth Master and the lunatic, no one dared touch the bundles. Old Man Fu wasn’t in a hurry either. He just stood ten steps away, watching them cheerfully until they all started scratching their bodies.

The second taboo: Do not harm the villagers, except in self-defense.

If refusing candy from an old ghost lady was a violation, then refusing a gift from the entire Weishan Village would be even worse.

Finally, everyone obediently accepted their pieces of the corpse, trembling as they tied them to themselves. If they lost these, they’d itch to death for violating the taboo.

“You’ve got guts, kid,” Fourth Master commented as he tied up his piece, giving Fang Xiu a glance.

“I worked as a cleaner in a hospital. I got used to seeing things in the emergency room,” Fang Xiu answered honestly.

Fourth Master grunted and said no more.

At this point, the thick stench of blood emanating from everyone made them living targets, and all the evil spirits in the area were eyeing them.

Even Blondie, slow as he was, realized something was off and muttered a curse. “Fuck, the old bag was pretending to be human earlier, but it had no good intentions!”

Jia Xu wiped the blood off his hands. “Its suona band directly invited us, but no one would have followed them willingly. It just didn’t want to confront us directly, so it gave us a heads-up.”

“…It definitely doesn’t mean well,” he agreed with Blondie for once. “I thought it had some hidden reason, but now I think Old Man Fu’s goal must be…”

“Idiot.” Fourth Master sneered. “Don’t overestimate yourself. I’ve been through half the ritual, and I’ve only ever seen ghosts toying with people, never a ghost bothering to play along.”

Jia Xu swallowed his words and didn’t dare continue.

“Everyone, feel free to relax and do whatever you like.”

Seeing that everyone had tied up their pieces, Old Man Fu wobbled back to his original position, swaying his inhuman body. “Alright. Greetings are done, gifts are received, now continue—”

At that moment, the four corpses on stage resumed their eerie singing.

“Seeing him take the hands, how will his end turn out?”

“Seeing him take the legs, what death will befit him?”

“Seeing him take the three sections, how will his fate be sealed?”

“Seeing him take the head, the retribution will only increase—”

At some point, the four high-backed chairs had shifted, now facing Fang Xiu’s group instead of the stage.

“I sing, and you listen, tied together by fate, first harming men, then harming ghosts, a dead end for all.”

“Killing brings sin, but retribution will come, though Heaven and Earth may not yet show it.”

“Since Old Man Fu said, ‘Do whatever you like,’ we should probably get going. If we keep listening, my brain’s going to freeze,” Jia Xu said, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

Mei Lan tightly covered her ears, nodding furiously, looking like she might faint at any moment. Beside her, the gloomy teenager had tied the arm to his chest and appeared to have just finished vomiting.

“Let’s not rush. Let me take a look first.”

Fourth Master, using his height to his advantage, scanned the area in all directions. From the center of the shrine, red lanterns filled the surroundings with an eerie glow, stretching as far as the eye could see.

“…Damn it, it’s a ghost wall*!” he cursed through gritted teeth.

*Figuratively and literally. Figuratively, it describes a situation where you’re stuck and unable to get out (ghost hitting the wall). Literally, they are surrounded by a wall of ghosts, so they really are stuck and unable to leave.

Fang Xiu finally understood. No wonder Old Man Fu had said, “Feel free to take the ‘E’” and “come and go as you please.”

It was akin to your mom telling you that after eight hours of studying, eight hours of chores, and eight hours of sleep, you’re free to play video games.

Old Man Fu had tied a blood-soaked GPS in the form of Brother Scar’s body parts to them, then set up this whole extravagant setup. The evil spirits had no need to confront them directly now. If they could leave, it would mean the spirits had lost.

“We’re doomed.” Mei Lan’s face turned pale. “Seven days and nights… This is just a slaughterhouse… Forget the ‘E’, we don’t even know the third taboo. We’re going to be trapped here until we die…”

Jia Xu’s expression shifted, clearly at a loss for how to comfort her.

Fang Xiu could understand. After all, this ritual wasn’t a horror game. There wasn’t necessarily a way to “win”. If they had to compare it to a game, they were already one step into a bad ending.

Fang Xiu: “Well, since we’re here, why don’t we at least choose a direction to explore? Just don’t split up.”

Blondie perked up a little. “You got a plan?”

Fang Xiu: “…In horror movies, don’t the ones who split up die first?”

Blondie cracked his knuckles but, fortunately, didn’t make a move.

“Let’s try heading east.”

Still unwilling to give up, Fourth Master took another look around and spat heavily. “If there’s a ghost wall, it at least proves the ‘E’ is outside its range.”

It wasn’t much good news, but everyone listened in low spirits.

“Let’s go.” Fang Xiu tugged on Bai Shuangying’s sleeve.

Bai Shuangying tilted his head. “Didn’t you say you don’t like shrine markets?”

“I was lying earlier.”

Under the light of the lanterns, Fang Xiu was standing very close, and his warm breath brushed Bai Shuangying’s ear.

“…Shrine markets are the best,” Fang Xiu whispered. “Let’s go enjoy it together.”


The author has something to say:

Let’s go to the temple fair together!

First, they shared a bed, and now they’re going on a scenic rural trip together, staying at a countryside inn, and experiencing local cultural activities.

…How is this not a romantic vacation for two?


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