What’s Wrong With Seeking Death?

What they are now is not the real past. Rather, it is because of the fragments of the past produced by the ability of Haunted House 71.

These fragments have their own boundaries and are not on the same linear axis as reality. Strictly speaking, it is more like a miniature domain within a domain—here, there is a set of logical operations, as long as there is a cause, there will be results, even if the results will contradict the real reality.

For example, the original sacrificial candidate who was rescued by Pu Han but fell to his death; another example is the "Children's Haunted House No. 71" that Xu Tuoran is now summoning.

"The segment I was in before should be at a later stage... At that time, they already knew how to do the correct ceremony." Xu Tueran said to Pu Han confidently while drawing runes on the ground with his notebook , "And I've seen the live Juvenile No. 71! It shows that the juvenile version and the adult version can coexist!"

"Correct me, there are only adult versions in reality. The juvenile version is just a phantom that can only exist in time and space fragments..." Pu Han lowered his head to help pick flowers and plants, but couldn't help but said, "But even if it's a phantom, I still I thought it was a little too risky."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't him who was helping to divide the flowers and plants, but Feifei. Unlike Pu Han, she was quite supportive of Xu Tuoran's suggestion, and even Pu Han's protest became less resolute.

In comparison, the only abominable thing with a name and a surname - the Pen of the Immortal Pen, was the one who reacted the most.

It has been making noise since Xu Tuoran announced that he would summon Haunted House No. 71. At the beginning, it was just a demonstration in the air. After being opened twice by Xu Tuoran impatiently, it was changed to a flashing sign—it used red ink to float in the air. Write down the eight big characters "Reject the evil god, refuse the summoning", and then control these two lines of words to dangle above Xu Turan's head.

It even makes them glow, which really looks like a light sign.

It protested so earnestly that Pu Han next to him was a little dumbfounded—unlike Xu Tuoran, he probably knew the details. So from his point of view, it is hard for people not to say magic about this "light sign"...

"You are enough." Xu Tuoran couldn't bear to stop, "Talking as if you have never done similar things."

She had heard it all at the time, and this pen said that she had "believers". What kind of "stigmata" are you talking about... Who will believe if you have never been the leader of a cult.

Pen Fairy's Pen: @#￥%!

What leader? I'm the one above the leader!

The pen of the pen fairy started to make noise at another point, Xu Turan poured some water on it, freezing it in the air, and turned his head to approach Pu Han with his notebook.

"The runes and materials are almost the same. The only problem is this spell. I can't see the middle part..."

She handed over the half-smeared paper: "Can you 'read' what's on it?"

Pu Han took the paper, stared blankly for a while, and nodded lightly: "I can see it. But there are a few words in the middle, I'm not sure..."

No wonder. Xu Turan thought, after all, this whole article is all about babbling, there is no logic in the front and back, and it is really easy to make mistakes...

"No." As if seeing through what she was thinking, Pu Han raised his eyes, "This is language—a set of language rules of its own. It's just that those people don't understand, so they remember it like this."

"Language?" Xu Tuan was puzzled, "Which language?"

"I'm not sure. But what's certain is that, like this ritual, it's all learned by Haunted House No. 71 from the dream of evolution..." Pu Han muttered, noticing Xu Tuoran's more puzzled expression, and suddenly reacted.

"Oh yes, you haven't encountered this kind of dream, have you? Those dreams that are used for upgrading, that is, what we often call 'servers', you can pay attention next time-it is not just for upgrading. Sometimes, people also I will pick up some random drops in it, such as knowledge..."

Therefore, capable people can draw advanced runes that can be used. Abominations can master rituals that make them manifest or become more powerful. These things did not appear out of thin air, but were handed down from a farther and higher place, and fell on the path in the dream in the form of fragments, and were seen or picked up by predestined passers-by.

Xu Tuoran let out an "ah" and subconsciously said, "But Yang Buqi said that runes are developed by capable people..."

Before she finished speaking, she understood.

Others have also said that people with ordinary abilities will not remember the scenes in their dreams.

Something, seemingly in a flash of inspiration, popped into my head. In fact, it was seen in a dream.

"That's true. But the runes that can be picked up in actual dreams are relatively basic. Now the commonly used ones are spliced ​​and improved. It's not wrong to say 'development'... Hiss." Pu Han raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "Yes I still can’t see the two places clearly. What the abomination has learned is different from the ability user, and there are some points that I really don’t understand…”

"There's still this difference..." Xu Furan pursed his lips.

Outside the door, the clashes of the believers continued, and the hospital bed against the door rattled. Xu Tuoran glanced at the sound, and suddenly his eyes fell on the brush of the pen fairy floating in the air.

Xu Turan: ...

Pen Fairy's Pen: ...?

It paused for a moment, as if realizing something, the "Reject the Evil God" sign above its head became bigger and brighter.

Xu Tuoran just pretended not to see, and said directly:

"The pen of the pen fairy, answer me. What is the complete content of this spell?"

Pen Fairy's Pen:…

It struggled on the spot for a moment, wiped off the light plate, and wrote "Chapter Fifteen of Chaos Inscription" in the air.

Xu Tuoran: ...I didn't ask you this.

Seeing that the other party was deliberately playing badly, she was not in a hurry. Sit on the hospital bed, put your back against the door panel, put your hands on your bent knees, and speak again unhurriedly:

"Then, Pen of the Immortal Pen, please tell me as soon as possible."

"The mantra you mentioned, after it is transliterated into Chinese characters, how many strokes are there in total?"

Pen Fairy's Pen:…

Gan. Your uncle.

In theory, this shouldn't take long.

Pu Han has actually restored most of the mantra, only a little bit in the middle. Add a few words to it with the brush of the pen fairy, and the complete mantra is almost pieced together.

The problem is that this pen is not good at math—this problem is the same as the fear of fire in the haunted house No. 71 when I was a child. It is born and cannot be overcome so far.

As a result, even though it has read the entire mantra, the strokes are still going around and counting. In the end, I simply leaned against the wall and resigned myself to writing from the beginning.

Pu Han stared at it speechlessly: "That pen..."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Xu Tuoran finally confirmed the placement of all the ritual utensils and materials, quickly left a message on the rule paper, put it away, and took several lighters and candles at the same time.

"It's almost ready. You start."

Pu Han nodded, stood in the middle of the circle, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I never imagined that I would have a day to summon the evil god—Pu Han himself felt that this was outrageous.

Feifei patted the back of his left hand reassuringly, Pu Han opened his eyes, touched her back, then picked up the paper in front of him, followed the steps of writing, and began to concentrate on calling.

Behind him, the pen of the pen fairy was still writing on the wall in despair, while Xu Tuoran jumped off the hospital bed and held the end of the bed with one hand.

The premonition of crisis started to make people noisy again. Amidst the chaotic sound of Didi, she keenly felt that the atmosphere in the room was quietly changing as Pu Han chanted.

The cold and damp feeling diffused like a fine mist, and a small sound entered her ears. The blood contained in the cup and plate floated up by itself, as if being sipped by something, gradually fading.

And just as they faded, another silhouette emerged in the room little by little.

That outline is huge, even if it is not fully visible, it can still make people feel a strong sense of oppression. The speed of writing with the pen of the pen is getting faster and faster, the tip of the pen seems to be flying, and at the same speed, there is the voice of crisis premonition in Xu Tuoran's head—there is cold sweat on Pu Han's forehead, and the hand holding the piece of paper slightly Trembling, the sound of chanting became louder and louder, not like calling, but rather like some kind of fanatical singing.

At the last word, he almost yelled out, raised his head instinctively, his chin and neck almost stretched into a line—almost at the same time, Bixian Zhipen finally finished the last word, and rushed into Xu In vain's pocket, he didn't forget to write down the answer he counted in the air before he ran, the handwriting made him tremble and flustered.

On the other side, Feifei, who had been prepared for a long time, raised her arms again, and slapped Pu Han directly on the face without any politeness.

There was a loud "pop".

At the same time, a clear prompt sounded in Xu Tuoran's mind.

[Congratulations, you have obtained 300 death points. 】

...It is done.

Xu Tuoran raised his head subconsciously, his eyes fell in the air.

There, that gigantic silhouette was finally fully formed.

It was a monster like a ray, with its soft pectoral fins stretched out loosely, and layers of black silk threads floating around it, among which yellow beads could be faintly seen.

Compared with the main body outside, this No. 71 is obviously much smaller, but perhaps because it is awake, it looks more flexible and lively, swimming slowly and recklessly in the air.

Frankly speaking, it's quite entertaining.

But now is obviously not the time to watch.

The feeling of being engulfed by water surged up again, probably because the ceremony had just been completed, and the water had just reached his knees, but the rising speed was obviously very fast. Xu Tuoran hurriedly yelled, and at the same time pulled back the hospital bed in front of him—

The iron door was slammed open from the outside, and several illusory figures rushed in aggressively.

These figures are not intelligent. They look like living people, but they are actually more like AI implanted with fixed programs. They don't know how to adapt to changing situations at all, and only know how to pursue a single goal stubbornly.

Just like now—the "God" they have been longing for has come, but they act as if they didn't see it, and only want to catch Pu Han.

Feifei raised her hands high, and slapped everyone away, Pu Han took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and jumped onto the hospital bed that Xu Tuoran was pushing. Xu Tueran pushed the hospital bed out violently, turned around and kicked a few more times, kicking several forwards stiff, then turned and left.

Only a few steps away, the invisible water had already reached her chest. Feifei reached out in time and pulled her out. At the same time, Pu Han had already picked up the lighter that Xu Tuoran had put on the bed, and lit the white one. sheet.

Smoke and flames immediately rose from the hospital bed, and the strands of black threads that followed Xu Tuoran retreated vigilantly, and silently returned to the room.

"Yes, it's done, it's done." Pu Han was out of breath, and his right hand suddenly moved by itself. He looked over strangely: "Feifei?"

Feifei ignored him, closed the iron door by herself, bent over again, and patted Xu Tuoran's head——Pu Han noticed that Xu Tuoran's expression was not very good.

There are small windows on the iron gate. Those phantom figures who rushed into the room became real sacrifices, and the voices of struggling and calling for help could not be heard from the small window. Pu Han reacted for a while, and finally understood why Xu Tuoran's face was so ugly.

"You...don't worry about it. These are fake, phantoms. Paper people." Pu Han scratched his head and explained dryly, "When we leave, the time cycle here begins, and they will come back to life."

"...Yeah." Xu Tuoran nodded, closed his eyes, and quickly adjusted his emotions. She raised her eyes to look forward, and saw that there were many more rooms in the originally empty corridor, and at the end, there was a closed door.

Avoiding the burning hospital bed, she pasted the rule paper back on the door: "What shall we do next?"

"Leave." Without hesitation, Pu Han said, "Finding the way is also a technical task. There are so many doors here, we can drop by to see other time slots..."

"..." Xu Tuoran nodded absently, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Actually, I have an idea..."

Pu Han: "No, you didn't."

Xu Tuoran: "...I haven't said anything yet."

"I can probably guess what you're going to say." Pu Han said, "It's nothing more than 'Can you kill the fish in reality, and then kill the fish in reality', or 'Can you let this fish go with the real fish? Fish can kill each other'...unfortunately, neither."

The Juvenile No. 71 they summoned now only exists in an illusory time segment. It can't reach reality at all, and its life and death can't affect the real body in reality.

Even if the main body is introduced into this clip, the juvenile version cannot be the opponent of the adult version. It will be almost swallowed by an adult body in one gulp.

...Although for adults, swallowing is also lonely.

"...So, why do you swallow the loneliness?" Xu Furan, who has not yet attended university, pondered for a while, expressing a little confusion.

"Because its existence is relative, it only exists in this kind of space. Once it goes out, its existence will collapse automatically, including the increased power after being swallowed—" Pu Han tried his best to speak plainly, "Just, It's a two-dimensional, get it? The body is three-dimensional—"

Xu Turan: ...

Although she still doesn't quite understand it, she captured the key words very well.

"Wait a minute. In other words, if the adult version enters this space and eats the child version, it will still gain some power, but part of the power is limited by this space, and it will be gone when it goes out, right?"

She confirmed it to Pu Han.

Pu Han was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Strictly speaking, it is limited to all time segments. If the adult version enters other fragments, it will still work..."

Xu Tuoran: "Then if this is the case, why should we give up this part of our power to the adult version?"

Pu Han: ...?

"Didn't Yang Buqi have a sealed box?" Xu Tuoran gestured to him, "What I was thinking before was, wouldn't that sealed box need the assistance of several high-level powers? Then if we take the sealed box in and absorb the That one—get a few more if you can. Introduce the outer adult version into these time fragments, and use the strengthened sealing box to deal with it..."

Doesn't this just come in handy?

"This is the evil **** we summoned with our ability." Xu Tuoran plausibly said, "Why can't we make the best use of it?"

Pu Han: ...

Okay, he really didn't guess this idea.

What's even more frightening is that after pondering for a while, Pu Han realized that this method might really work.

Soon, however, another new problem surfaced.

Now they are all in the time slice, the only ones who can go to get the sealed box. Only Yang Buqi was still outside.

As for Yang Buqi, this landlubber, he probably won't be able to enter this "deep water area".

"Be confident, remove 'very likely'." Pu Han scribbled on the rule paper, sighed, "I asked, he has been wandering outside since just now... he can't even see the junction point arrive."

Xu Tuoran: "But I remember he can see some time projections?"

"You can only see the superficial." Pu Han sighed, "This guy, in a sense, is also exceptionally tough."

If it was placed in another domain, this kind of toughness would be very useful, but now, it will only make Pu Han want to beat him up.

"Calm down, calm down, think about it..."

Xu Tuoran pondered for a while, and came up with a new idea:

"Since he can't come in, can we go find him?"

Pu Han: ...?

"But the time segments here are all out of order, and they all move around like duckweed, and the entrance sometimes disappears." Pu Han said, "Once we leave here, we may not be able to come in again."

And after entering, the time in this clip will start to cycle again, and the people and things inside will be refreshed again. They may not have the chance to summon No. 71 again.

"I know. So what I think is, we don't break away from the time segment, and go to Yang Buqi at the same time..." Xu Tuoran knocked on his head, trying to make his description more understandable.

"You said before that these time fragments are like water. You are in the deep water area, I am in the shallow water area, and Yang Buqi is on the shore. But the shore and the water are still very close after all... Maybe we can make him infinitely close to that junction ..."

...!

Pu Han understood, and spoke subconsciously, his voice coincided with Xu Tuoran's:

"Understood, and then we will take the young No. 71 to join him!"

"Then let's see if we can get a wave and take him directly and drag him into the water..."

The voices of the two sounded together and ended together. After a few seconds of silence, Xu Tuoran nodded as if nothing had happened:

"Well, yes, that's right, that's what I was thinking of. Confluence, that's good, that's all."

Pu Han: ...

Come on, I just heard what you said.

Xu Tuoran coughed, pretending not to see Pu Han's subtle gaze:

"Okay, now we have a general idea. The next thing to think about is where should Yang Buqi wait, and how should we meet him..."

This kind of thing is a bit beyond her understanding. Pu Han nodded.

"It's not difficult." He said, "Although these fragments of time are currently drifting in disorder, some of them will still be connected to each other, just like the kind of sea otters that sleep holding hands... Yang Buqi, let him wait in the game chamber. It’s one of the easiest places to connect to fragments of space-time.”

As an omniscient, and in a relatively good state, he can directly "read" the fragments and fragments, and the connection between fragments and reality. It is not difficult to plan a confluence route based on this.

"However, how to lead No. 71 there is a problem." Pu Han said, and glanced at the room through the light of the fire—the room was completely dark at the moment, and several corpses could be faintly seen floating in the air. And juvenile No. 71 itself seemed to be caught in some kind of weird anxiety, swimming around the room all the time, hitting the wall with its tail, making harsh noises.

The current Haunted House, 71, has an aversion to open flames. If you want to attract it, you must not carry fire on your body - and this also means that as long as one is not careful, they will be swallowed by it.

"...Then you don't go there." Xu Tuoran pondered for a while, and made a decision, "You hide by the side, and I will lure it away by myself."

She has the speed bonus provided by the quality of the mad rabbit, and she has an advantage in running. If she is really dying, she can use skills to delay time and gain a chance to breathe—if she brings Pu Han, a sick child, she will be unstable instead.

Pu Han nodded in agreement with self-knowledge, then frowned again: "But in that case, how can I give you a hint on the path?"

It is easy to make mistakes if Xu Tuoran memorizes the road in a hurry; if he relies on the rule paper to guide him, it is actually not very convenient...

"Indeed." Xu Tuoran nodded thoughtfully, "The rule sheets are pasted on the door, and you have to turn your head to read them. It is easy to miss the information while running. If there is a way to display the information directly in front, it can be updated all the time. If so, then..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, and looked diagonally ahead of her.

The pen of the Bixian slipped out of her pocket again at some point, and was in a daze while fluttering. Sensing her gaze, she instinctively closed the cap of the pen tightly.

what do you want

Seemingly unaware of its imminent enemy, Xu Tuoran just looked at it quietly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed softly.

"You once said that you are more useful than I thought." She said to Bixian Zhibi with rare friendliness, "Come on, now is the time to prove that you are more useful."

Pen Fairy's Pen:…

? ? ! !

Another five minutes later.

[Turn right at the intersection ahead. 】

[Follow the current road, walk fifty steps quickly and enter the door on the right. 】

[Right side, right side...ah, ran over again! 】

[Didn't I write fifty steps! You are blind! 】

The big red characters kept changing in front of him, which made Xu Tuoran's eyebrows twitch.

In front of her eyes are constantly updated red characters, and behind her are black silk threads and yellow eyes that are chasing after mountains and seas—she really wants to ask the omniscient pen master, if you are in this situation, you can count yourself. How many steps did you run? ?

It's a pity that now is not the time to slander people. It is very important to maintain a breathing rhythm. Xu Tuoran closed his eyes, and only squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Re-plan the route."

Pen Fairy's Pen:…

[The question is, is this a one-way street? ? ? 】

The continuous scribbled question mark at the end of the sentence shows the collapse of his heart.

Xu Turan: ...

Fine.

With a sudden stop on her feet, she turned her head and kicked at the heavy black silk that was rushing towards her. Taking advantage of the other party's stiffness, she quickly lit the lighter in her hand, and swaggered through the gap between the black lines behind her—with As the flame approached, the black silk threads that were originally clustered together even actively spread out.

The not-yet-formed liquid ray huddled in the black line, its turbid yellow eyes stared at Xu Tuoran who was walking in front of him, and his eyes were full of anger and hatred.

Xu Tuoran pretended not to see it, and walked back a few steps without changing his face. The Pen Fairy's pen was retracted into her pocket early, until she was almost walking back, and then poked her.

Xu Tuoran stretched out his hand knowingly, and turned the doorknob on the right. Before the finger touched it, it was poked again.

It's time to drive in reverse! You have to drive left, left!

The pen of the pen fairy is calm on the surface, but his heart collapses as if he is pretending to be a screaming chicken.

Xu Tuoran was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses, and opened the left door instead. A few illusory figures are moving inside the door. They don't even look at Xu Tuoran who is crossing the room, but they can't ignore the dense black silk that is following her and quietly creeping into the room——

There was the sound of running water and the sound of others struggling behind him. Knowing that these "people" are just phantoms in the fragments of time and space, Xu Tuoran still couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Following the prompt of the pen of the pen fairy, she walked forward through another door, looked at No. 71 stopped a few steps behind her, and exhaled deeply.

"Is the back going straight?" She confirmed to Bixianzhipen.

The pen wiggled a bit, giving a reply. Xu Tuoran nodded, took a step back, and suddenly loosened his fingers. The lighter in his hand went out immediately.

The next second, the reminder sounded that the death value was increasing again. Without hesitation, she turned around and ran away, only to hear the sound of the water behind her suddenly become turbulent and rapid, like a waking beast, opening its mouth wide to follow!

"Continue to navigate!" She threw the pen out without looking up. The pen was floating in the air, and I wanted to write a few more words, but when I saw the No. 71 of the Yan class rushing towards me, I stopped my voice immediately, and drifted towards Xu Tuoran without thinking.

...I should at least have bargained first.

It comes belatedly.

This kind of thing should be another price!

the other side.

Game room.

Yang Buqi was pacing back and forth, raising his hand to look at his watch from time to time, with a serious expression on his face.

He has been waiting here for a while—not long ago, he received a message from Xu Tuoran and Pu Han through the rule paper, asking him to go upstairs to get some props and wait here.

[Xiao Xu is going to make some preparations, he will be there soon. You wait here, don't move. 】

That's what Pu Han wrote in his message.

Although he faintly felt that this message seemed to be suspected of taking advantage of him, but the matter was urgent, so he ignored it and followed the words directly.

But it's been a long time... Even those time-space phantoms that haunt the game room, looming and disappearing, have been changed for several rounds, why haven't they moved yet?

Yang Buqi pursed his lips nervously, and reached out again to try to touch the phantom closest to him. And the moment his fingers passed through the phantom's body, he paused.

Something seemed different.

This strangeness had nothing to do with the phantom he was trying to touch, but came from the void, from the depths that he could not see with the naked eye—Yang Buqi closed his eyes, trying to adjust his perception, when the noisy sound of water suddenly came into his ears.

At the same time, hurried footsteps and familiar voices sounded.

"Yang, Yang Buqi—"

He heard Xu Tuoran's call, and turned his head following the sound, only to see that the corner of the game room, which was empty just now, suddenly turned into a long wooden corridor. A figure was rushing along the corridor, waving at him as he ran.

"Come here, come some more! Hurry up!"

Xu Tuoran urged, and strangely, the corresponding text appeared on top of her head—red, still flashing.

...is this some newly developed feature?

Yang Buqi was dumbfounded, he leaned over without thinking about it.

In the next second, Xu Tuoran grabbed his hand and pulled it inward forcefully. He swung forward and completely entered the wooden corridor.

Landlubber Yang Buqi entered this space for the first time, and he couldn't help being slightly startled: "This is...? What is that?"

Looking at a translucent barrier in front of him, he frowned puzzled.

It is not so much a barrier as it is an ice layer. This layer of ice seemed to be very thin, and he could see large groups of black through the ice—he instinctively felt that those were definitely very dangerous things.

"It's too late to explain, I can't freeze it for too long. What about the thing I asked you to take... No, no, it's not this, it's not the sealed box!"

She lowered her head and scratched in Yang Buqi's hand for a while, and finally pulled out a small flashlight. Just as she held it in her hand, she heard the crackling sound of the ice behind her——

In the next moment, the ice layer shattered, and large groups of black silk wrapped in viscous liquid pressed towards her overwhelmingly like collapsing rocks!

As soon as Yang Buqi's face changed, he subconsciously pulled Xu Tuoran behind him. The latter stood back instead, turned on the flashlight in his hand, and directly shone it.

In an instant, a raging flame ignited, blocking them and Hei Si!

Hei Si paused, then hesitated for a moment, and retreated like a tide.

"...It's finally done." Xu Tuoran heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully placed the flashlight on the ground.

This is one of the supernatural items she bought this time. It can cause the illusion of fire and burn people. Because it was uncomfortable just to carry it, Xu Tuoran put it in his room first.

After she found out that Child No. 71 hated flames, she thought about going upstairs to take it down. But before leaving, she bumped into Pu Han who was arrested and sacrificed... Now it seems that she guessed right.

Although the flames created by this flashlight are hallucinations, they can also hallucinate Child 71.

The premonition of crisis that had been ringing in his head finally subsided, Xu Tuoran clapped his hands, and turned his head to discuss the matter of the sealed box with Yang Buqi, but bumped into the other party's serious and somewhat blank eyes.

"Can you explain?" He took a deep breath and pressed his palms on his chest, "What's going on here?"

Xu Turan: ...

It was only then that she remembered that they hadn't discussed the plan with Yang Buqi in detail, and hurriedly said, "It's like this. I have some good news..."

Yang Buqi: "I want to hear the bad news first."

Xu Tuoran: "...We now have a H-level abomination..."

Two sentences collided. There was a moment of silence in the air.

"...Well, I understand." Yang Buqi paused, and nodded his head hard, "The bad news is that there is a super-level abomination. What about the good news?"

Xu Turan: ...

Ah, what I just said is actually good news.

She thought about it, and changed her tone to a very brisk one.

"The good news is, we now have an extra H-level abomination!"

Yang Buqi: …

?

"...And if you want, we can get more." Xu Tuoran tried to add the last part of the sentence, "How about it, listen to this...is it better?"

Yang Buqi: ...

No, thank you!

And I don't want to! Not at all!