I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 337 1.23 0 Paper Cutting
Outside the city gate, Bertias looked at the girl with long, curly, misty gray hair in front of him, waiting for her to take out the card. The next second, a black butterfly fluttered by.

Lan Xiao gazed at the black butterfly, her pink lips slightly pursed, and took a step forward without making a sound, saying softly, "The door is open."

Bertias was slightly taken aback. He turned around and saw that the vermilion door was wide open, but he hadn't heard a sound of it opening.

Suddenly, he heard Mu Yegui's soft, sweet voice, "I threw away the card."

"What?" Beltias looked into Mu Yegui's cold silver eyes, as if trying to see her panic, but saw nothing.

He couldn't even tell whether what she said was true or false, or whether Mu Yegui was the designated player.

“Since the door is open, it means everyone is here, so what does it matter if it’s a designated player or not?” Lan Xiao said softly. “If it’s not a designated player, then it should be immediately recognized after entering the instance.”

“A city doesn’t have only one entrance. Other players must have entered through other doors. Whether I’m the designated player or not, I’ll find out once I’m inside.” Mu Yegui walked straight toward the gate, ignoring Bertias’s expression.

Bertias frowned, pondered for a moment, and then followed.

“You’re right…” The quiet, elegant girl stood behind the two of them, watching their figures grow smaller and smaller as they walked away. She muttered to herself.

A black, ghostly butterfly gracefully landed on a slender, fair fingertip, scattering specks of phosphorescent powder that shimmered with black light.

Her emerald eyes glanced at the pretty paper butterfly, which looked like it was cut out of paper, that had landed on her index finger. Suddenly, an inappropriate smile appeared on her face, as if she were expecting something or calculating something.

The black butterfly disappeared in the next second, and she slowly followed after it. Her short, slightly wavy golden hair fell on the side of her face and seemed to shimmer in the winter sunlight. A faint smile appeared on her lips, serene and elegant.

A gentle breeze ruffled strands of golden hair, and a glimpse of a black totem was faintly visible on the back of her fair neck.

As soon as Lan Xiao entered the city gate, he heard a puzzled voice from Beltias, "How strange..."

"Apart from the players, the entire dungeon area is decorated in a paper-cutting style. Although it's very artistic, it feels quite eerie in reality," Mu Yegui said slowly, glancing at the paper-cut figures that could only be seen from various angles as they passed by.

It would look nice if just a small piece of paper-cutting were pasted on the window, but clearly that's not the case now; everything is styled as a paper-cutting art form.

"This is my first time in the Food Kingdom. Aren't the dungeons here supposed to be food-themed?" Beltias asked, bewildered.

The first thing that comes to mind when you hear "Food Kingdom" is that there is a lot of food. In fact, the recruitment of staff for the Food Kingdom in the King's City is handled by a chubby chef.

Does this mean that the Food Kingdom dungeon isn't related to food?
"The core of the Food Kingdom's dungeons is indeed food, but it's not quite the same. The dungeons are triggered by food, but they have a theme. The Food Kingdom is also known as the Theme Kingdom, with each dungeon having a theme centered around food." Lan Xiao shook his head and said softly.

"I didn't understand..."

“Taking this instance as an example, simply put, the instance theme is paper cutting, so everything around us is made of paper cutting. We need to complete the food preparation task in this paper cutting world, and then proceed with the instance according to the mission.” Lan Xiao took out his card and waved it at Beltias, saying.

“She’s right.” An unfamiliar voice came from nearby, and upon closer inspection, it was a girl sitting at a wonton stall, playing with a white jade bone flute.

Her dark gray hair was casually tied up and fell loosely behind her head. Her light green eyes swept over the three of them before finally settling on Mu Yegui with a complicated expression.

"Long time no see, Mu Yegui," Ke Ya said slowly. Bertias and Lan Xiao turned to look at Mu Yegui, who still maintained his expressionless face, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"You're still alive?" Mu Yegui said calmly.

“Heaven didn’t dare to take me, so of course I’m alive. But you… how did you know I almost died?” Ke Ya asked.

After the September event, Mu Yegui never met Ke Ya again. How did she know that Ke Ya had been on the verge of death and survived? If she didn't know that Ke Ya almost died, Mu Yegui would never have said, "You actually didn't die." This means that Mu Yegui definitely knew that Ke Ya almost died.

“I’m a regular at the information brokerage, so it’s not hard for me to find out about you. Besides, Qin has never hidden the fact that she’s engaged; it’s written in the tavern’s newspaper.”

Koya blinked, casually stroking the silver ring on her left ring finger, lost in thought.

Welcome to the 'Paper Cutting' instance! I'm your good friend, Phyllis!

"Time flows by like water, and beauty is nowhere to be found."

The melodious and poignant singing, accompanied by the lingering music, drifted into my ears. I lost track of time, but I hoped that the song would end and the singer would be gone.

The only audience member under the stage was a handsome man dressed in a magnificent black robe, who casually leaned back in a rosewood chair.

With one hand supporting his chin, he gazed intently at the graceful and beautiful opera performance on the stage with his beautiful dark purple phoenix eyes, while casually twirling a long golden pipe in his other hand, taking a puff of his pipe every now and then.

Surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, carrying a sense of ethereal emptiness, it was as if everything before one's eyes was nothing more than fleeting smoke.

The gentle sun cast its rays upon the withered grass. A black butterfly, seemingly exquisitely cut from paper, fluttered by and landed on a bare branch, scattering specks of phosphorescent powder that shimmered with a faint black light.

A gentle breeze swept by, dispersing the smoke around the man.

The surrounding scenery subtly changed, and the beautiful actress transformed from a real person into a pretty paper doll made of red paper cuttings, still singing a poignant story.

A slender, fair hand gently held a piece of red paper, while the other hand held a pair of scissors, carefully cutting the paper. Long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her beautiful face wore a gentle and graceful smile, like the flowing water of Jiangnan, delicate yet incredibly resilient.

Rong Yi watched quietly as the woman cut out the stage and the female lead piece by piece using paper cutting. The paper figure moved on its own the moment it hit the ground, as if it had a vibrant life.

Living people have given paper-cutting life.

Living people create paper figures in the world of paper.

Paper figures can move and jump just like living people.

Living people and paper figures.

(End of this chapter)