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The macabre feast of mutilating and gorging their father lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour.
The disemboweled father lay face up on the ground. Blood and lumps of flesh smothered his face so that it was impossible to tell if he was even dead.
Before his hysteric resistance reached its fiercest, he was brutally stabbed by a silver knife.
The lower half of his face was gobbled and chewed clean. The softest part of his tongue and chewy lips were sliced and slashed by the dinner knife, hacking all the way deep to expose a bit of his snow-white, mushed, monkey-brain-like cranium.
The two siblings sat down in a reeking pool of blood.
Their nails were littered with flesh and blood.
The corners of their mouths were smeared with blood and meat, with a small sated, inexplicable smile on their faces.
The maddening hunger made them thoroughly succumb to the instinct of primal hunting.
When their desire was satisfied and the emptiness in their stomach was filled, the famine that had plagued them for many days came to a temporary end.
Their expressions gradually changed from satiated to feeling jaded.
Before they had time to reflect on what kind of sin they had committed, exhaustion caused by over consumption transpired, and sleepiness came rushing in.
After more than ten days of intense hunger, they suddenly felt full after a gluttonous meal. This kind of satisfaction from the body to the heart was no small matter.
The two children cuddled together in the wafting scent of blood and fell asleep.
Not long after, three figures quietly entered through the window.
After entering the log cabin, the aroma of food became more and more distinct.
Advancing to the current stage of the copy, Li Yinhang was already close to fainting from hunger.
Even though the messy cups and plates on the ground were already full of blood and unidentified pieces, it was obvious that the delicious food had fallen to the ground. Li Yinhang’s first reaction was to go up and make a meal for herself before the dishes went cold.
Fortunately, she quickly stuffed her own biscuit into her mouth and held it in, forcibly diverting her attention and diluting her hunger as much as possible.
She could clearly see everything.
All the edible items that appeared in this game, even the bark, even if she starved to death, she would not take a bite.
Nan Zhou walked over to the father’s bloody corpse, bent down, and calmly plucked away a pile of rotten flesh with his fingertips.
After examining it, he looked up in the puff of fishy air and said in a low-pitched tone of approval, “Brother Fang, you are right.”
All the muscles and soft tissues on the father’s body, where flesh and fat were abundant, were torn and cut open.
His stomach was slit open in a palm-sized line. Some of his organs gushed out from their original position, giving off a strange smell unique to internal organs.
And yet, on his stomach shaped like a water sac, a familiar door handle grew.
Similar to a mushroom stalk that grew out of a damp, dark place.
——Behind in this human stomach, another timeline was hidden.
As it turned out, Jiang Fang’s judgement was very reasonanle and entirely correct.
On the contrary, if they did rescue the woodcutter NPC and found a way to kill or drive away the two siblings, it would not only be of no help to pass the customs but also a waste of time.
Not only would they have to dig up the stepmother’s grave and search every corner they could find in the cabin, they may even have to kill the pair of siblings to find the next door.
When the situation evolved to that drastic situation, they would even have to kill the NPC they saved with their own hands.
After experiencing such a violent round of exertion, Nan Zhou, at that time, might not be able to easily subdue the woodcutter, who was a robust adult male.
Furthermore, Jiang Fang not only chose the most risk-averse approach in between their hunger-inducive situation but also managed to take into account the problem of reverse timelines and paradoxes.
Nan Zhou touched his arm and gave a thumbs up.
However, in response to the affirmation from Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang’s mouth only slightly raised, as if he had something on his mind.
Nan Zhou had no time to think, so he turned back to signal Li Yinhang and pressed the slippery door handle that exuded digestive juice at the same time.
The sound of the lock spring popping made the sister on the sofa move and let out a vague delirious raving.
Li Yinhang’s scalp became numb, and the soles of her feet, which had been pressed against the floor and were ready to go to be near the two people, stood on tiptoe, scared to move.
She had long since recalled the past.
In the first timeline, the two brothers and sisters showed their kindness to the three people because, in their eyes, they were like three packs of takeout bentos.
God knew if these two little bastards who had just tasted human flesh had enough to eat or if there was a possibility of their hunger surging if they saw them.
Fortunately, when the younger sister made a stifled moan, the sleeping brother, with his eyes closed, turned over unconsciously, grabbed the corner of the feathered blanket, and covered her.
His slim arm didn’t appear strong when propped up on his swaddled sister.
The child with blood-stained hands wrapped his arms around another blood-stained child from behind.
The two snuggled up to each other, giving each other a meager, but also within the scope of their ability, the greatest sense of security.
Nan Zhou looked at them.
They still had a good relationship.
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In the fate of being dominated by the instance like puppets, they were at least dancing in pairs.
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This time, the path to the cabin was again blocked by the forest and vines.
Obviously, this time, their destination was either the candy house or the vast swamp.
After two timeline changes, Nan Zhou observed the pattern.
This game wasn’t arduously challenging.
The difficulty was that this was a level of choice + advancing in reversing time.
It could be seen from the customs clearance settings of the second timeline that since the father had died in the first timeline, the father must die in the earlier timeline.
Jiang Fang decided to ignore and not get involved yet because of considering this additional layer.
In short, they have to make efficient, time-saving choices as accurately as possible at various key points, find the door, and get through.
It’s just that…
Nan Zhou thought of the previous three games they passed in the [Brain Invasion] instance.
The tin soldier in the library was lonely, so his aim was to have players stay with him.
In Swan Lake, the stepmother posing as a princess was afraid; she viciously relished the fear of others on one side while she harbored the fear of her secret being revealed at any moment.
Even the big bad wolf, whom they have never met, represented desire and deception.
He would have an intimate relationship with the players and detain them in a wet dream.
The instance would usually incorporate the purpose of the NPCs guarding the level and set them accordingly.
The tin soldier corresponded to the chess game.
The stepmother corresponded to the “11+n” door of the trial of fear.
The big bad wolf corresponded to the challenge of hormonal control.
So what was the desire of the siblings that they refused to acknowledge and that belonged to them?
Was it simply the satiation of appetite?
Where could this nested layer barrier of time ultimately lead to?
Nan Zhou was about to turn around and explain his thoughts when he saw Li Yinhang grasping a tree and vomiting with a “blaargh” sound.
As an average person, seeing the scene of tearing and biting a living person just now, she was able to endure up until now before finally collapsing, which was already considered to be firm control in her gastrointestinal reflexes.
The smell of trees and grass, rather than relieving the thick, fresh stench of blood that lingered in the nostrils, had instead, under the hedge, pushed nausea deeper into the diaphragm.
Li Yinhang held the tree, and the whole person was in a daze.
But she didn’t forget to look down tenaciously and said happily, “It’s all digested. There’s no waste. Everything’s just fine.”
Nan Zhou, “……”
Jiang Fang, “……”
Nan Zhou asked her, “Want to go into the storage and rest for a while?”
After weighing the pros and cons, Li Yinhang thought that in her current nauseous state and weak legs, rather than supporting these two, she would likely hold them back, which didn’t appear dignifying at all.
She chose to lie down and rest for a while.
After tucking Li Yinhang into his storage, Nan Zhou turned to Jiang Fang, “Brother Fang, let’s go.”
Jiang Fang, “Hmm.”
Jiang Fang, “Just now, I’m sorry.”
Nan Zhou, “…Huh?”
Nan Zhou thought carefully and probably understood what sentence Jiang Fang was apologizing for.
But why apologize to him for saying the right things?
The woodcutter was indeed a virtual character…
Thinking of this, Nan Zhou’s heart suddenly jerked.
——Jiang Fang has apologized to him for this sentence, does Jiang Fang know something about him?
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.
He was mentally prepared when he met the man whose surname was Xie.
He couldn’t rule out the possibility that some players of today’s [Forces of Temptation] had played [Eternal Day] and had seen him.
At one point, Nan Zhou had suspected that Lin Zhisong, whom he had met in [Fear of the Full Moon], was also one of the players who had an impression of him.
At first, Nan Zhou didn’t mind that Jiang Fang or Li Yinhang knew his identity.
From a long time ago, he was alone.
He didn’t mind breaking through the levels alone like Xie What’s-his-name and achieving his wish single-handedly.
However, the more time he spent with them, the more Nan Zhou didn’t want to tell the truth about himself.
He knew that the character of Yinhang and Fang wouldn’t hurt him and at most would just choose to part ways with themselves because they were worried about their safety.
Nan Zhou thought this was nothing.
——Is there really nothing?
The four words “go our separate ways” came to Nan Zhou’s mind, and each word was like an angular smash on his heart.
Nan Zhou couldn’t understand such a heavy and slight pain.
Even after understanding the function of each part of the brain, he would always be curious and baffled by complex emotions like a small animal.
It was because of this incomprehensibility that he couldn’t resist the indescribable tightness and soreness that flooded his heart, and could only look on in bewilderment, letting the strange emotions take their toll on his heart.
Nan Zhou was distracted for a while, and it was difficult for Jiang Fang to concentrate.
This copy of [Brain Invasion] reminded him too much of the distant past with Nan Zhou.
Confusing, happy, messy, unbridled.
In the end, all the emotions came together at 5:30 pm one evening.
It was not long after coming out from the bar of [Paper Gold].
After executing another unfamiliar copy, Jiang Fang led the team to [Squirrel Town].
Jiang Fang knew that in order to avoid that troublesome emotion, he should have distanced himself from Nan Zhou.
But Jiang Fang just wanted to bring him to see the sunset fireworks that were regularly set off in the square.
He told himself that it was just to watch the fireworks, that’s all.
In the process of waiting, Nan Zhou sucked the strawberry-flavored red lollipop into its transparent luster.
He made small talk with Jiang Fang, “What do you want to do once you go out?”
Jiang Fang replied, “I want to live a normal life.”
This was actually a meaningless sentence.
Jiang Fang’s life has never had anything to do with “normal”.
Nan Zhou: “What is a ‘normal life’?”
Jiang Fang skillfully lied casually and made up the ideal life he aspired to have but never achieved: “Wake up and make breakfast, read the news of the day. Then go to work, 9 to 5, bring some food home in the evening, or go to a bar with friends to have a drink and play a game on the soccer field…”
Nan Zhou held his head with one hand and looked at Jiang Fang: “But last time you saw, I can’t drink.”
He then asked, “Is this something you can learn?”
Jiang Fang froze.
A faint throbbing was accompanied by helplessness, and a “tide ripple” swept through his heart like a tidal wave.
….. Nan Zhou was actually planning what he wanted to do once he went out.
He wanted to go out.
Jiang Fang closed his eyes.
He began to reflect on whether he had, at some point, given Nan Zhou any unnecessary hope again.
——Just like last time, he suddenly confessed to him?
But there was no game backpack in reality.
There was no storage slot.
There was no place that could accommodate this little monster and give him an identity.
He had no way to carry Nan Zhou on his body and leave gracefully.
Even if he could really get out of the game, as a game with grave mistakes and bugs, [Forces of Temptation] would only be shut down urgently and permanently.
Once this nightmarish game comes to an end, Nan Zhou and him wouldn’t be able to see each other again.
Once he started imagining the future, Jiang Fang’s heart throbbed in pain.
For a while, he didn’t know from where this burning-like helplessness and panic were derived.
He didn’t have such an experience, so his body and soul should be hard and unyielding.
“I have not played soccer.”
Off to that side, Nan Zhou was still seriously looking into the future: “I can go and pick up the ball for you.”
——Why must we think about such things?
“Breakfast, I can’t make it. But I can go buy it.”
——Stop talking.
“Couldn’t I get a job, too? I can teach children, though-”
——Stop!
“Nan Zhou, you’re not a real person.” Jiang Fang gushed, “If you are a real person, then…”
Spoken up to this point, Jiang Fang finally was startled with the realization that his words were both deeply hurtful and hidden behind calcinating heat, causing him to feel fear for the unspoken.
If Nan Zhou was a real person, then it was… good…?
Could he promise him a future?
When did he start going crazy?
When could he talk about feeling like this without shame and regardless of the cost?
“No…” Jiang Fang’s face slightly reddened, “No. I’m sorry.”
——I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for giving you hope that you shouldn’t have.
Nan Zhou stopped looking ahead.
It was reasonable to say that Jiang Fang’s heart shouldn’t continue to be disturbed by his words.
However, Nan Zhou gazed at Jiang Fang with his captivating dark and tranquil eyes for a long time.
Jiang Fang’s heart jumped, his lips unconsciously pursed, but he couldn’t just lightly turn his eyes away from him and look away as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Fang had a thousand words in his heart, but when it came close to his lips, it was difficult to get a word out.
Those words splattered like white phosphorus in his heart, and once burned, they would last forever, until there was a bottomless hole in the bottom of his heart.
After a long time, he heard Nan Zhou’s clear and cold tone: “Well. Brother Fang. You are right.”
There was no anger or irritation, just the most straightforward tone of voice.
But Jiang Fang’s heart seemed to have a voice.
In the countless tiny holes, some unspeakable words overflowed, enchanted whispering, murmuring, and even shouting. The overwhelming sound waved and echoed, almost breaking his heart.
Upon listening carefully, it was still meaningless, with nothing in it.
……
They still finished watching the fireworks.
Just before the opening, Nan Zhou fell asleep with a lollipop in his mouth.
At that time, Nan Zhou’s indifferent expression was exactly the same as now.
Just now, in the log cabin, he also said that exact same thing to him.
——”Brother Fang, you are right.”
And just like in the past, Jiang Fang still had many words to say to him.
It was just that those words were condensed on the tip of his tongue as if they were frozen so that a patient with difficulty in expressing himself, like him, could not say anything.
Those words could only be yelled in his aching heart, needing something to melt it completely.
Nan Zhou didn’t know what Jiang Fang was thinking.
He asked, “Want something to eat?”
Jiang Fang’s thousands of words just turned into the simplest response, “I still have some here.”
Nan Zhou: “Oh.”
He took out an apple from his backpack, fought against the intense hunger, and walked forward.
Right now, whether or not Jiang Fang knew his NPC identity wasn’t the most important thing.
He planned to go to the swamp first to see what happened.
What he didn’t know was what kind of silent madness Jiang Fang was brewing behind him.
He quietly opened his backpack, took out the [Truth Tequila] that had most of the content in the bottle used up on the snowy mountain, and poured it straight into his mouth.
When the scorching liquor burned the bitten tip of his tongue, the alcohol seemed to burn like a prairie fire, causing a sharp pain in his mouth.
Jiang Fang was still confident in his own ability to drink.
The degree on the bottle also stated that it was 42 degrees.
The amount of 100ml wasn’t substantially different from Jiang Fang drinking water.
Putting away the [Truth Tequila] with about 200ml left, Jiang Fang opened his mouth and felt that he didn’t feel out of control.
Everything was the same as what he usually felt after drinking.
Dull.
Boring.
All emotions were in the control threshold, without the slightest change.
Jiang Fang couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
He had hoped to use alcohol to dispel this excessive sobriety and sanity.
Unfortunately, he was still naturally numb to alcohol.
Thinking of this, he inserted his hands into his pockets and quietly followed Nan Zhou.
He needs a magic to say his lover about his feelings
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