socalfunplaces Chapter 236, 4th Hall, 1
Chapter 236, 4th Hall, 1
As soon as Chen Wenyu landed, he was enveloped by the overwhelming heat, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He immediately noticed the unusually conspicuous white hair in the crowd.
"Brother!" He walked over quickly.
Song Guicheng nodded: "Here I am."
Song Guicheng was still studying the extermination team's main mission: to ensure that all residents died from the plague.
The main quest assigned by the system is rather strange: all the inhabitants have died of plague. In other words, you have to kill all the NPCs in this instance. If all the NPCs are wiped out, the instance will essentially collapse.
The game "Tracing Souls" pushes players to destroy dungeons, which sounds bizarre and full of traps.
Chen Wenyu glanced at his main questline, then turned to Song Guicheng and whispered, "Brother, you're also with the Redemption Team, right?"
Chen Wenyu naturally assumed that Song Guicheng would be assigned to the Redemption Team. He firmly believed that his brother was not the kind of person who would indiscriminately kill innocent people. He could even help players, let alone innocent NPCs in the dungeon.
Song Guicheng looked at his own team and the number of people following behind him, and fell silent.
He said earnestly, "Xiao Chen, sometimes you shouldn't trust me too much..."
Chen Wenyu didn't pay attention to Song Guicheng's words. Instead, he nudged him and quietly pointed to a female player standing at the alley entrance, saying, "Brother, I think I've seen that person before..."
Chen Wenyu frowned, searching his mind for relevant memories, but to no avail.
Song Guicheng looked in the direction Chen Wenyu was pointing. It was a female player who looked very young. She had long, wavy, wine-red hair, full lips that were as red as blooming roses, and long, narrow eyes with slightly upturned corners.
She stood with her arms crossed, expressionless, surveying the wooden fence blocking the alleyway. Several large-character posters were pasted on the low fence, the ink as red as blood, the torn strips of paper fluttering in the wind, making it difficult to decipher what was written on them.
Almost the instant Song Guicheng looked over, the female player turned around and met his gaze. There was a hint of wariness in her eyes. When she saw Chen Wenyu standing next to Song Guicheng, her expression changed and she raised her eyebrows slightly.
She walked towards Song Guicheng. For some reason, Chen Wenyu felt a little dangerous and shrank back behind Song Guicheng.
"Why are you hiding? Don't you recognize me?" The female player was about to reach out and pull Chen Wenyu out, but Song Guicheng blocked her way.
The female player frowned slightly: "Little Fish, are you out of your mind again?"
When Chen Wenyu heard the person pronounce his nickname, he was momentarily dazed, and several images flashed through his mind. After a moment of reaction, he blinked and said, "Sister Yun!"
Chen Wenyu scratched his head and introduced her to Song Guicheng: "Brother, I remember now, she's my sister's friend, her name is Zhao Xiaoyun."
Song Guicheng recalled seeing this name on a certain list; he must be a formidable figure.
He greeted him warmly, "Hello, Song Guicheng."
Zhao Xiaoyun nodded: "Hello."
She pointed to Chen Wenyu's glasses: "Xiaoyu, you need to change your glasses. No, how about I change your glasses too? I can't even recognize you anymore..."
Zhao Xiaoyun narrowed her long, narrow eyes, took two steps forward, and her tone didn't sound like she was joking.
Chen Wenyu flinched twice: "Sister Yun, you know I have a bad memory..."
Song Guicheng quietly slipped to the side.
Zhao Xiaoyun pulled Chen Wenyu aside and smacked him on the head a few times, seemingly to reprimand him, but actually wanted to have a private talk with him.
Zhao Xiaoyun glanced at Song Guicheng warily, and only after Song Guicheng consciously retreated to a distance did she whisper to Chen Wenyu, "Who is he?"
Chen Wenyu briefly recounted his experience of meeting Song Guicheng to Zhao Xiaoyun. Only after hearing that Song Guicheng was someone Jiang Chi approved of did Zhao Xiaoyun relax a little.
“Silly boy, no matter how many times he has saved you, it doesn’t stop him from betraying you the next second, understand?” Zhao Xiaoyun pinched Chen Wenyu’s soft white face. “You can never be too careful.”
Chen Wenyu was being pinched so hard he could barely speak: "Ooz..."
Zhao Xiaoyun patted his head: "Good boy, you didn't tell him which team you belong to, did you? Don't tell me either, understand?"
Chen Wenyu began to feel guilty, thinking about how he had spilled all his secrets to Song Guicheng as soon as he arrived.
Seeing his guilty expression, Zhao Xiaoyun was about to scold him for being brainless when suddenly there was a loud crackling sound of electricity, piercing the dull air.
All eyes turned upwards as a large loudspeaker hanging from a long pole emitted a buzzing sound:
"Dear residents, dear residents, the following is a broadcast of information on epidemic prevention and control:"
1. If you experience persistent dry cough, afternoon low-grade fever, fatigue and night sweats, you must immediately report to the village health post and do not conceal your symptoms.
2. Sprinkle quicklime water on the steps in front of the door every day, and hang mugwort sachets on the doors and windows. You can get them from the supply and marketing cooperative with a ticket.
3. It is forbidden to eat fish from rivers in alleyways or leftover food from the previous day. Drinking water must be boiled at least three times.
4. Do not leave your own yard unless necessary. If you need to purchase supplies, you need to bring an "epidemic prevention pass", except for medical teams.
5.晚22:00至早6:00实行宵禁，听到广播通知后立即熄灯，严禁在弄堂内逗留。
6. If a neighbor is found to have a serious illness, it must be reported to the medical team immediately.
7. Deceased patients must be transferred to the morgue within 2 hours.
8. If a large number of patients with coughs gather, immediately proceed to the ancestral hall square to assemble.
9. This notice was reviewed and approved by Comrade Jia Weimin, an "Advanced Individual in Epidemic Prevention." If you have any questions, please consult the village committee office.
The broadcast was repeated three times, and many players took notes, including Chen Wenyu. The content was concise, consisting of only nine points, telling residents what they should and shouldn't do.
Once the medical team enters the alleyway, they also become residents there, and these rules are equally relevant to them.
However, how much of what is said in the dungeon can be believed, and to what extent, depends on each player's judgment.
With a long, resounding creak, the wooden fence blocking the entrance was pulled open.
A dark-skinned, thin old man leaned against the door, holding a wooden pole. He wore a yellowish-gray face mask, was hunched over, and looked listless.
Seeing the medical team in white coats, they didn't show much enthusiasm, not even bothering to lift their eyelids: "Come with me."
The players followed the old man into the alley. Zhao Xiaoyun was holding Chen Wenyu by the neck, seemingly giving him instructions. Song Guicheng walked at the back and counted that there were currently 10 people in total, six men and four women.
He frowned; it was obvious that one was missing.
Just as he was thinking this, an arm suddenly reached out from his right, and Song Guicheng instinctively dodged it.
"Wow, you reacted pretty quickly, even I managed to dodge it." Shi Sui's cheeky voice came from the side.
Song Guicheng politely replied, "If even you can't avoid it, then we're doomed."
After all, Shi Sui's performance in the previous dungeons was absolutely terrible, with Xu Chongchuan always charging ahead.
Shi Sui clicked his tongue, not arguing with Song Guicheng about whether he was a weakling, but said, "I just walked around here and it's completely different from the last instance. Although it's also an alley, the location and the tasks are different."
There was no disappointment in his tone, after all, the Soul Tracing game wouldn't have the same dungeons, and wouldn't give players the opportunity to cheat.
“However, the location here is excellent,” Shi Sui said excitedly. “The mountain behind is hollow; it’s been dug out. We’ll blast the mountain to block the road behind, guard the front, and burn this place down.”
He no longer cares why the mountain is empty, or whether the main quest is to protect the villagers or something else; he just wants this instance to collapse.
Song Guicheng glanced at his team, the Extinction Team, whose number of followers remained unchanged at 1. He felt that Shi Sui was more suited to be in the Extinction Team than he was; their goals were aligned.
Shi Sui leaned on Song Guicheng's shoulder: "Are you part of the Redemption Team? Stop saving people. How many good things could there be among the NPCs here? Just kill them and be done with it."
Song Guicheng fell silent. Even Shi Sui had tacitly agreed that he was part of the Redemption Team, but he was actually part of the Extinction Team.
The viewers in the live chat were laughing uncontrollably.
[The main character saves so many people that he's developed stereotypes, hahaha]
[Is the system doing this on purpose? Our Little Orange is beautiful and kind-hearted, yet she's on the Extinction Team, while the other team has several serial killers on the side, who are on the Redemption Team instead.]
That's quite a clever plot twist.
The system didn't do it on purpose; it did it intentionally.
[Doesn't anyone find it incredibly cool to see the main character's gentle and beautiful face carrying a chilling murderous intent, her eyes crinkling into a smile, her hand swiftly wielding a knife, stained with blood?]
A good chef can make a meal with just one sentence!
[Don't be too optimistic, everyone. The Extinction Squad only has him; he's outnumbered and outmatched. He might not be able to complete the main quest.]
……
The system automatically censored information about other players, and Song Guicheng didn't turn on the live chat, so it was impossible to see what they were discussing.
He simply calmed Shi Sui's barely contained emotions: "Don't rush, wait a little longer."
Song Guicheng felt that the system must have had a deeper meaning in making such an arrangement, otherwise it would be impossible for the number of people to be so disparate. It was too far-fetched to explain it simply by saying that he was unlucky.
Moreover, he had an even more pressing question: what role did Wu Zhi play in this instance?