Chapter 51 Want to be the King of the Night? No way (3)
Cheng Yungui's lips twitched slightly. A stick, a hammer—that was one thing, but a hammer…
That was something they obtained together during their first mission together, and they'd always shared it. Back then, Mingran held the hammer and said to him with a smile:
"Yun Gui, I want to use this to commemorate this mission. Let's give it a name."
"You decide."
“Okay,” Mingran sniffed the bloody smell on it, “let’s call it the Killer Blood Hammer.”
This isn't right, bro. How come you're the one who came up with the name, and you're also the one who's complaining about it?
Where's the promised souvenir? What about its special significance?
He must have been traumatized during this mission, hmm.
Cheng Yungui left the room and closed the door.
"Don't practice lucid dreaming tonight, just get a good night's sleep."
Click. The door closed.
Lu Mingran wasn't sleepy; he was hungry. He shook a copper bell to summon the butler.
Players have privately discussed whether the butler is alive or dead, concluding that it's best not to offend this NPC. However, their work attitude is indeed very good, and they try their best to meet the players' needs.
“Sir,” the butler entered, bowing, “is there anything I can do for you?”
"I want to eat hot pot."
Not long after, the housekeeper came over with a trolley and arranged everything. The tempting hot pot broth made Lu Mingran swallow hard.
However, there was no meat or vegetables on the plate, not even ham. When Lu Mingran asked him about it, the butler replied, "Because this requires your signature for confirmation."
The system explained on behalf of the butler: "The composition of the meat in the Lucid Dream World is somewhat unclear. If you're unlucky, its source might be a certain instance..."
Lu Mingran: "...I think I'll just stay a monk."
After not having fully enjoyed the hot pot meal, Lu Mingran began to think about her mission.
Foreigners.
He recalled the blond, blue-eyed foreigner he had seen on the subway. Usually, when a foreigner appears in a ghost story, the story takes an unusually diverse turn, with all sorts of paths leading to fantasy.
In a previous mission, Happy House welcomed a newcomer transferred from another villa. He was a foreigner with a common name: Jack.
The story changes from this mission onward, and Jack is the first foreigner to cause trouble.
Lu Mingran's first target was him.
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Jack knelt on the bed, holding the cross and praying.
But the object of his prayers was clearly not God; he kept muttering something about a count, and his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the cross.
Soon after, Jack felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. He looked down and saw, covered in cold sweat, that the flesh there had been stretched open, and a blood-red eye had been forcibly grown out.
Jack placed his hand over his eyes, and his vision was immediately filled with a bloody mist.
He saw that familiar, cold, blond man, who sat on his throne and lazily asked him:
"That guy named Cheng Yungui, I remember he supports the master's faction, right?"
"Yes, Earl."
"That's perfect, let's find out more." The man laughed.
At this moment, the voluptuous woman standing next to the man could no longer contain herself and said urgently, "Count, I think it would be better to just kill him."
The count remained silent.
The next moment, the woman's neck was snapped.
Jack was so frightened that he let out a whimper. Just then, through the hazy mist of blood, he saw the door to his room move.
Someone is knocking on the door.
Jack hurriedly pulled up his pants and called out to the person outside, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Mingran. I've come to treat you to hot pot."
Huh? Why did you suddenly decide to treat us to hot pot?
Jack tried to remain calm and said, "I still can't get used to your Chinese food, but if you really want me to eat it, you can send some in so I can try it first."
"Okay."
After a while, the hot pot and about twenty dishes were delivered.
Those plates all contained half-portions of meat and vegetables.
The other half of the meat and vegetables are with Lu Mingran.
“System,” Lu Mingran called out, “go and see which dish he ate before he vomited, then we won’t eat that kind of meat.”
Author's note: This is the last update. That's all for now.
It's a bit short. Let's agree on this: every Sunday from now on, 10,000 words a day~ *kiss*
Chapter 52 Want to be the King of the Night? No way (4)
After a two-second silence, the system recited several rules of "doing everything possible to cooperate with the host" and actually went to Jack's room to check.
After Jack had the butler bring the things in, he quickly chased him out and took off his pants again.
While he was putting on his trousers, the count's screen was black.
The count rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head to the side, silently gazing at the two-headed infant's head floating before him. The two joined white infant heads were bizarre, their eyes so large they took up half their faces. Once Jack pulled up his pants, those four eyes disappeared, leaving only darkness.
Count: "...What happened?"
He somewhat regretted killing the woman too soon; otherwise, he could have had someone to chat with and relieve his boredom while the screen went black. The count looked at the two-headed infant, his right hand gradually clenching, the sapphire ring on his little finger digging painfully into his hand.
If Jack were standing in front of him right now, this guy would have been dead a thousand times over.
Thankfully, Jack's face reappeared in the eyes of the two-headed baby, except that Jack was holding a clip to his nose, his expression was distorted, and his voice was muffled.
"Master, I confess! A Chinese man just forced a hot pot on me!"
"...I can't stand this smell."
Jack spent a long time looking for a clip to clamp his nose.
At this moment, the count's furious emotions reached a peak and then suddenly dropped like a roller coaster. Oh well, he was just a fool, why bother arguing with him?
"I understand. You should be friendly to others and accept their kindness. That way, you can do more things more easily."
Having said that, the count suppressed a thought that he had been pondering for a long time.
He wanted to move that eye to a different location.
At first, he wanted the blood-red eyes to appear in Jack's palm, but Jack said that Senior Tao had the ability to detect the aura of demons and refused, insisting on growing the eyes on his thighs.
"My thighs are such a hidden spot, I trust Senior Tao won't pull down my pants!"
So much so that when they first tried to make contact, Jack's first words were always:
"Master, my pants are off, can we begin!"
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Lu Mingran sat in her room, simmering vegetables while waiting for messages from the system. About half an hour later, messages started arriving one after another. Lu Mingran hummed a song as she shoved tripe, lamb rolls, luncheon meat, and other ingredients into the pot and ate to her heart's content.
Meanwhile, Jack also vomited upstairs.
After finishing the last bite of meat and touching her newly grown hair with satisfaction, Lu Mingran felt that she had reached the pinnacle of her life.
Night fell as scheduled.
Everyone was exhausted after completing the task, including Lu Mingran. She wanted to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow and even had a dream.
In his dream, Lu Mingran dreamt that he was expelled from university and returned to his alma mater to start over from the second year of high school. He was even late for registration. For some reason, the school buildings had been replaced by rural houses made of bricks.
He realized something was wrong but couldn't do anything, numbly following the will of his dream and sitting in the classroom as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
until--
It wasn't until he opened the tin pencil case that he saw a black pen cap. It was a very common gel pen cap, and it made perfect sense for it to be on a student's desk.
But as soon as Lu Mingran saw it, a thought immediately popped into her mind: "Am I dreaming?"
"I'm dreaming!"
The thought grew stronger and stronger, as if someone was urging him to regain his self-awareness. He struggled, and suddenly sat up abruptly.
He woke up. Lu Mingran saw the housekeeper push the door open and enter. He drew back the heavy curtains to let the morning sunlight in.
"That's your anchor in your dream, host," the system said. "People who have lucid dreams have their own anchors in their dreams, which they use to remind themselves that they are dreaming."
Anchor? After washing up, Lu Mingran was about to learn more about her anchor when there was a knock on the door.
Jack stood outside the door, maintaining a gentlemanly smile: "Ran, thank you for the hot pot you brought me yesterday."
"Don't mention it!"
Lu Mingran ignored the anger hidden in the other person's eyes, put her arm around his shoulder and went downstairs together.
Downstairs, the other members were already seated on the sofa, a total of nineteen people. Some looked at the spot where their deceased teammates used to sit and let out soft sighs.
Lu Mingran glanced at him and quickly noticed that Cheng Yungui looked unwell and restless.
Because Cheng Yungui received two dice, which also had a name: "Resentful Twilight".
In the previous world, Cheng Yungui, as the male protagonist of the ghost story, triggered a hidden script called "Playing House." He saw twin sisters playing a brother and sister with the surname Nellie, who, as wizards, were burned alive.
After experiencing various dangers, a die fell from each of the Nellie siblings; the sister's die was red, and the brother's was black.
This marks the first step in the fantasy genre of this story. The male protagonist obtains what the Demon Count fears most. Once the Count learns that Cheng Yun has acquired the resentful Twilight of the Nellie siblings, the confrontation between the three factions will officially begin. Ghosts and such will become mere tools for leveling up and collecting items; from then on, the protagonist's main task will be fighting the living.
At this moment, Cheng Yungui was still unaware of what he was holding and was deeply troubled.