A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

"This has nothing to do with you." Bai Cha said exactly the same words.

"Okay, so why did you come here?" Bai Guang seemed to have a good temper.

"Who are you?" Bai Cha asked back.

"You can call me a hermit."

An unsurprising answer.

But not satisfying.

"Hermit? Then why are you here, just to save the world?"

"Actually, this is just a place for me to settle down." Bai Guang said.

"The story in this world is very interesting, so I stayed here to see how this story will eventually develop."

Bai Cha examined him for a while, then nodded slowly.

"You are similar to them, right?" Bai Cha showed her left wrist.

"Yes."

Baicha lowered her eyes.

And what has become of her mother?Like Yin Haimeng became a puppet of the real Yanshi?

"Do you know Yelang? The protagonist of this story." Baicha asked again.

"Of course I know him. He was dismembered. He is in this pagoda. You can see him after you go out from here."

Baicha thought of the "some" in Ah Huang's mouth, which might be what he was referring to.

"Why was it placed in the pagoda? What's the meaning to those residents? And the princess in the story, I'm really curious, is she using Yelang to accomplish her goals? She doesn't know Yelang Did Lang end up sacrificing his arms and eyes?"

Bai Guang seemed to be watching Bai Cha quietly, and Bai Cha could even feel a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth.

Obviously, he couldn't see the other person's face at all.

"She didn't want to use Yelang at first, she knew what she would sacrifice, and she really didn't want someone with special power to exist in this world and threaten her status."

"Is Shindek still alive? And that witch."

"Witches have always existed, and so has Hindek."

Bai Cha was thoughtful, and wanted to ask a deeper question, but the other party didn't answer.

Obviously, this answer is limited to the basic story.

As for the deeper things, she had to think for herself.

"Princess...or Queen, will she become Shinduk?"

Bai Guang smiled.

"You are a clever boy."

"I have a few last questions, can these people in the town get something from the dismembered Yelang, and players like me who came to this world, or tourists, can also let them get something Plant things, like food, money."

"Yes."

"Are the people in the town still alive?"

"What do you think?"

"I saw a poppy-like flower in the town, but it was transparent. Where did it come from?"

"You'll know it when you get out of here."

"Is the alignment of evil and good irreversible?"

"What is evil and what is justice?"

"The last question, when I go to that castle, can I meet Ji Qingyue and know everything I want to know?"

Bai Cha stared at the white light in front of him seriously.

"Alas..." Bai Guang sighed for the second time.

"Actually, the answer is already in your heart. Deep in your heart, you already know her choice and what it all is."

Bai Cha frowned.

"I don't know," she said.

"You know." Bai Guang said, "Trust your heart, don't trust your brain. The brain will lie to you, but the heart will not. The brain will forget, but the memories left in the heart will not be forgotten."

A very philosophical statement.

"You can go kid, hopefully you can write a new chapter of this story."

After speaking, the whole world began to collapse.

Bai Cha fell from a high altitude, and then opened her eyes suddenly, she was still on Ah Huang's shoulder.

It was only her consciousness that was pulled away before.

"You're back." Ah Huang's head was facing the white tea on his shoulder.

"I thought you were going to make a deal with someone again."

White Tea: "..."

This tone sounds, why does it feel like my husband was caught looking for a lover outside?
"I'm not such a casual person." Bai Cha said.

At the same time, she looked at the entire pagoda. The pagoda is connected up and down, with a total of nine floors. Starting from the first floor, each floor has a floating piece of...meat.

The parts of the meat could no longer be identified, it was thinly sliced ​​anyway.

And on the meat, there are translucent white flowers in full bloom.

There are only nine flowers in total on each floor, no more, no less.

The flowers are beautiful and dreamy, if not grown on pulpy flesh.

The meat on the top layer is actually barely distinguishable, it should be a smashed head.

"Is this Yelang? Is he still alive?"

"Of course." Ah Huang said, "As long as you can put them together, he can come back to life."

White Tea: "..."

Bai Cha shook his head and sighed regretfully.

"It's a pity, I'm not a medical student, so I can't spell it out!"

Who is going to fight this thing?
The head on the top floor seemed to hear Baicha's voice, and only one eyeball was broken, it turned around suddenly, and then stared at Baicha.

"He wants you to spell him out," Ah Huang said.

"What about the benefits?"

Ah Huang listened carefully.

"He said he could tell you how to actually kill the witch, and help you get the flute, and get to the lion."

There is indeed a lion in the story.

That lion was helping Yelang, and he killed Xin Deke.

"The flute must be with the residents. I should be able to get it if I kill them all." Bai Cha said in the most flat tone.

"He said that those people cannot be killed, only he can summon the flute, and only he can know where the lion is."

Bai Cha looked at Ah Huang.

"How on earth did you hear what he said?"

Is it because an ordinary person like her has a different dimension from their realm?

"A frequency, it can be explained in this way, like the rays outside, that is his power, and he is not a human being, but has a flesh and blood body similar to that of a human being. Between me and you."

"or……"

Ah Huang smiled.

"I became what you will be."

Baicha suddenly realized.

That is when Ah Huang replaced her, became "White Tea", and possessed the status of a player.

It is stronger than Baicha itself, but not as strong as Ah Huang's current state.

It will be changed into the appearance of Yelang in front of him. Although he will not die, he will not be able to move anymore, which means he can be sealed.

"Okay, but if I spell him well, will he kill me? I don't believe no one has spelled him before, did it fail, or did Yelang die later?"

White tea is still more inclined to the former.

Otherwise, Yelang would be too useless, and could be killed by those people again and again.