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On the other side.
On the stage, behind the sheer veil, a white mist spread slowly like a beast crawling on the ground...
Soon, the fog enveloped the entire stage.
A red veil descended gently from above.
Within the hazy fabric, a round object could be faintly seen, tied to the head of Hong Sha.
Ghost Servants lifted the white veils surrounding the stage.
In the center of the stage, beneath Hong Sha, hung a bloodied head.
The head had been severed cleanly at the jaw, revealing glimpses of white tendons and red flesh at the wound.
The face was covered by a veil, exposing only the upper half.
Yet even with just half of the face visible, one could still discern its breathtaking beauty.
A pair of phoenix-like eyes were alluring and sharp, with elegantly arched brows that could not hide their sorrowful thoughts.
A dark tear mole beneath one eye added an extra touch of charm, melancholy, and romantic longing.
[Name: Oiran Head (Living)]
"Dammit!" the Burly Man exclaimed, his voice filled with shock.
What was even more bizarre was that the Head began to sing.
"One Must Believe in the Painted Halls and Embroidered Chambers, Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze, do not lightly cast aside the passage of time.
From ancient times to the present, Talented Scholars have seldom matched the beauty of those days.
And yet, you lean against me. I cannot help but cherish your many talents.
May you, Lan Xin Hui Xing, rest your head and reveal your deeper intentions.
As a vow, in this life, I shall never be a Lonely Mandrake."
The haunting melody echoed with sorrow, stirring a profound sense of loneliness within the hearts of those who listened.
As the Head sang, drops of crimson blood slowly dripped from its severed neck.
They vanished into the White Smoke, disappearing without a trace.
It was clear that there were no vocal cords, no throat, and no lungs.
The Head sang this sorrowful song so clearly.
"Who wants to hear you sing? Just kill, kill, kill!"
"Why isn't the player dead yet?"
"What use is an Oiran with only one head?"
Lin Xun watched as Danmaku mocked the other's childishness in his heart.
Young! How could an Oiran with just one head be useless?
But others were not as calm as he was.
The girl holding the Teacher identity had a pale face, trembling all over...
The Burly Man looked equally bewildered, unsure of how to react.
Some people covered their eyes, their nails nearly digging into their eye sockets.
Others even wet their pants.
A peculiar smell faintly lingered in the air...
After the Oiran finished singing, the Hong Sha hanging in mid-air gradually retracted, and the Oiran's Head slowly disappeared from sight.
As the Oiran Ghost vanished in an instant, the other Gui Wu also disappeared without a trace.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
Time in the Brothel seemed to come to a standstill.
The white mist lingering on the stage remained unchanged, like a sculpture frozen in time.
Time had stopped, and space was still.
Yet within this frozen moment, they were still able to move.
At that moment, the Burly Man pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, looking troubled as he lit one up.
He sat in the last row, clearly not of particularly noble status.
"Damn it!" After taking a drag, the Burly Man's expression visibly brightened.
Thanks to him breaking the silence, the tension among the others eased somewhat.
"Are you all newcomers?" At this point, the previously silent Calm Elder spoke up.
The old man appeared to be around sixty years old, with hair and beard as white as snow. He wore a pristine white Tai Chi outfit that gave him an air of ethereal grace.
Moreover, his tone was warm and friendly, making it easy for others to lower their guard.
Among the remaining twenty people, more than half nodded in agreement.
The other half did not nod.
Among those who remained was Lin Xun.
Although it was Lin Xun's first time participating in the Game.
The old man stroked his beard and introduced himself, "My name is Xie Pengfei. This is not my first time playing this Game. There are many taboos in this Game, such as failing to clear a level will result in death; doing things that do not align with your identity will lead to death; accepting a task and not completing it will also result in death!"
Lin Xun glanced at his Taskbar.
Inside, there was his professional task.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the crowd turned pale.
"Each of us has our own Live Interface, where we can see Danmaku. After clearing a level, the System will calculate the Reward. Although the Reward is quite generous, the prerequisite for all of this is that you must still be alive when the Game ends!"
The old man chuckled awkwardly, his expression somewhat strange.
"Now is free time, during which we can familiarize ourselves with our surroundings. Moreover, the monsters during this period will not attack easily."
The old man stood up and displayed a kind and gentle smile to everyone.
"This is my second time participating in this Game. If we form a team, our chances of winning will be greater. Is there anyone willing to join me?"
Indeed, after hearing the old man's words, several people raised their hands.
Lin Xun counted and found about five individuals. This did not include the girl with the Teacher identity and the Burly Man.
Of course, it also did not include Lin Xun himself.
[System Prompt: The next hour is free exploration time.]
[System Suggestion: Take a step after meals, live to ninety-nine!]
Lin Xun silently stood up from the ground.
Since the main quest of this game was to survive for seven days, logically speaking, just surviving for seven days should suffice.
But the question was, where to hide?
If one needed to evade danger, it was essential to find a place that players deemed safe.
However, the entire venue was unfamiliar to the players.
To find a suitable hiding spot, one first needed to familiarize themselves with the environment!
Sure enough, Xie Pengfei, the Burly Man, and the Teacher Girl all left the venue.
Xie Pengfei even took a large group of people with him.
In front of the theater, only Lin Xun and a man remained.
The man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sat in the second row with a dazed expression, staring blankly at the empty theater.
Lin Xun scrutinized the man from head to toe.
The man's eyes were hollow, filled with despair and lifelessness.
His hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into his flesh, and faint traces of blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.
"Your wife would want you to live," Lin Xun suddenly spoke up.
The man jerked his head up, looking at Lin Xun in surprise.
"How do you know I want to commit suicide? No, how do you know it's because of my wife?"
Confusion was etched across the man's face.
Lin Xun pointed to the man's ring finger on his left hand.
"The style you both wear is exactly the same."
The man's blood-stained fingertips gently brushed against the ring on his ring finger.
"Regarding why I know you want to commit suicide... actually, I don't. But your answer confirmed my suspicion."
Lin Xun spoke.
In truth, it wasn't the case.
Lin Xun had a sister.
Before leaving this world, she looked at Lin Xun with the same expression.
Lin Xun had been searching for the truth behind his sister's suicide but had never found it.
"You are very clever... If only my wife were as clever as you..."
The man lowered his head.
"Game killed your wife, and instead of seeking revenge on Game, you want to take your own life? I really can't understand you..."
Lin Xun's face was filled with disbelief.
The man suddenly turned to Lin Xun.
In that instant, the lifelessness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a glimmer of hope and a burning hatred.
Yes, Game had killed his one true love!
He wanted the Game, even if it meant accompanying it to the grave!
And this Game, as long as one could clear it, could grant any wish!
His wish was to kill the Game!
A fierce determination ignited within the man.
"Wow, just one sentence dispelled his suicidal thoughts. Is this Lin Xun? Have you considered working for a suicide hotline?"
"What kind of Identity Card does this player named Lin Xun have? His skill can't just be talking, can it?"
"But why does Lin Xun want to save the Suicide Man? A Savior?"
Lin Xun was certainly not a Savior; rather, it was because this man's identity was anything but ordinary!
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