Welcome to the Bizarre Games

Chapter 408 Death
As soon as the figure disappeared, the Qing soldiers beside him raised their bows as if they had seen some kind of demon or monster—but Horn pressed them down.

"Meng Hao, it's too late, that guy has already run away."

"There's another woman."

"Don't even think about it. It's still there, but it's gone now."

Just then, Feng Qianlin smiled at Hanlu.

"Your clan has its own way of escaping, so I won't see you off. As for this assistance, the party will remember it forever. If you have any requests, you can make them after my death."

However, Hanlu shook her head.

“Mr. Feng, we only acted out of respect for your character, and this is a one-time thing, there will be no next time.”

The moment she finished speaking, the cold dew vanished like smoke, and her last words were...

"Second Master, may you have a safe journey."

Feng Qianlin lowered his head and sighed with a bitter smile.

"You guys are really heartless."

But when he raised his head again, only determination remained on his face.

Horn was also looking at him, his ordinary face now showing only indifference.

"Have you said your goodbyes? In that case, may we set off now?"

This time, he didn't say 'go with him,' but instead cleanly and decisively sentenced Feng Qianlin to death.

After all, he probably already realized it from what he just did.

—No matter what, this guy must have a backup plan to end his own life.

So let's be swift and decisive, and eliminate this greatest threat to the Qing Dynasty!

however.

Just then, Feng Qianlin spoke up with a smile.

"Wait a minute, why are we in such a hurry? I still have some things to say."

Horn was taken aback.

"What did you say?"

Feng Qianlin didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, and lit it.

Take a deep breath, then exhale deeply.

Then, he smiled with immense satisfaction.

"Commander Huo, although this is the first time I've met you, I've heard of your reputation—you're probably a smart man, so you should already know why I set up this situation, right?"

Horn stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

But Feng Qianlin's laughter was still very cheerful.

"Admittedly, the number of troops you mobilized this time is not large—at least not large for the entire dynasty. But now the Qing court is in a precarious situation, and as the saying goes, pulling one hair affects the whole body. Think about it, in this situation where things can break out at any moment, you have transferred most of the troops from the north. Won't some of the people who were previously suppressed by you take this opportunity to rise up?"

These words were not spoken in private, and the Qing soldiers who were nearby all seemed to realize something at the same time, and they all looked up at Horn with unease.

Horn just stared at Feng Qianlin, as if he had been touched on a sore spot, and remained motionless for a long time—until Meng Hao urged him several times, he finally slowly pulled out his long sword.

It was clear that he was ready to give the order.
Feng Qianlin was still smiling, as if he hadn't laughed so heartily in a long time.

"But even if you knew, you couldn't stop it, because you are the Baturu of this Qing Dynasty, the only loyalist in this chaotic world. Even if you know this decision is wrong, even if you know it might become the catalyst for the dynasty's downfall, you still have to grit your teeth and carry it out."

His words suddenly turned sarcastic.

"—Unfortunately, it was just blind loyalty. With your own strength, you were ultimately unable to save this dynasty that was about to fall."

At that moment, Horn suddenly swung his long sword down.

"kill him!"

The bowstrings rang out like thunder, and the muskets fired in unison—but both arrows and bullets stopped not far from Feng Qianlin.

"Has the influence of the evil spirits in his area not dissipated yet? It doesn't matter. Kill the chosen one first—go up to the front lines, capture those who can be captured alive, and kill those who can't be captured on the spot!"

Facing the approaching, dark mass of people, Feng Qianlin felt no fear whatsoever—not even the slightest bit of dread.

He simply flicked the cigarette butt from his hand, tilted his head back, and glanced at the cloudless sky.

The sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

"Speaking of which, today is truly a beautiful day."

He just smiled and then picked up his revolver.

"Luckily, I had secretly hidden some bullets; I can still muster a few before I leave."

Aim, pull the trigger.

The disturbance was only a one-way effect and did not prevent him from firing his own gun.

The first bullet hit the snow, the second grazed a person's body, and the third finally hit, and a Qing soldier fell down.

However, even more were already close to him.

Feng Qianlin raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and shook his head.

"I, Feng, would trade my life for the collapse of the entire Qing Dynasty. My Feng family has been merchants for hundreds of years, and to be honest, this is the most worthwhile deal we've ever made."

Just like when they first met, he turned the gun around, pointed it at his own throat, and then shouted at Horn.

"Commander Huo, I almost forgot to tell you something—do you really think I'm the chosen one?"

"What do you mean? Something's not right." Horn paused for a few moments, then suddenly snapped to attention. "Stop him! Don't let him..."

"Bang!"

A splash of blood splattered out, and Feng Qianlin's body slowly collapsed.

With hearty laughter, in the warm winter sun.

When Zhou You opened his eyes again, he was already in that familiar room.

The simple ceiling and even simpler furniture gave the house an old and worn feel. Only the television was on, playing laughter and chatter.

This is my home.

Just a few seconds later, Zhou You realized the problem.

However, he ignored him and instead pulled out the black book from his pocket, shouting angrily.

"You son of a bitch, what are you doing with this forced evacuation now?! Get me back here first!!!"

But Black Book responded to him with only extremely cold words.

"Dear player, due to special circumstances, you have been temporarily excluded from the scenario. Since you haven't obtained any key clues, you cannot re-enter at this time. Please find them within the time limit."

Zhou Youquan pretended not to hear and repeated himself again, word by word.

"I'm telling you, let me in!"

"Please find the clues within the time limit; players who fail to do so will be eliminated."

"Damn it, can't you even understand human language?!" "Dear player, due to special circumstances, you have been temporarily removed from the scenario."

Looking at the thing that resembled a broken record, Zhou You gritted his teeth and then slammed it to the ground.

In the end, all the emotions were reduced to a single word.

"Gan!"

Immediately, Zhou You grabbed his head hard.

—Originally, if I rushed back now and risked my life, I might be able to rescue Feng Qianlin, but if what the Black Book says is true…
At that point, I'll probably only be able to collect his corpse!

Just as Zhou You was getting anxious, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The little ghost girl, holding the black cat, peeked into the house—when she saw Zhou You, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face, but for some reason, she suddenly became a little confused.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she knocked on the door, attracting Zhou You's attention, and then pointed to his clothes.

Only then did the person realize that there was a faint shimmering light on their body, like a transparent film separating them from the world.

Clearly, this is what the Black Book refers to as 'temporary escape'—he is still connected to the script, but has only been temporarily bounced back into reality.

Wait a moment.

Zhou You suddenly remembered something.

I enter the script at a fixed time each time, so maybe when I'm ejected, it's in a paused state.
No, there might still be a chance!
But the excitement lasted less than a few seconds before he was pulling his hair out again.

But the question is, where is the clue to get back?
Feng Qianlin said there was a letter left for him in his grave, but how would he know where his grave was? Besides, he was quite good at the history of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, but he had never heard of a Feng family during that time. Even if he wanted to go to his ancestral grave, there was nowhere to look!
As for the thing Feng Qianlin gave him, he had already looked at it. It was just a piece of human bone, and he didn't know where it came from. There wasn't even a trace of magic, so it couldn't be considered a clue.

however.

The little ghost girl looked at him scratching his head, tilted her head in confusion, but chose not to ask any questions—after all, Zhou You would go crazy for a while every time he came back from the script—and instead tied on an apron, intending to cook some good dishes as a welcome feast.

The black cat leaped down from his arms, glanced at Zhou You with disdain, then lazily yawned, climbed to its favorite spot—next to the desk in the room—curled up, and dozed off.

Zhou You also saw this, but his attention was not drawn to the black cat; instead, he looked at another item on the table.

It wasn't anything special, just a secondhand laptop I'd found at a flea market.

He suddenly had an idea.

"How about we give it a try first?"

He walked over, grabbed the black cat by the neck, and threw it onto the sofa amidst its fierce protests. Then Zhou You turned on his computer, opened Baidu, and typed in a few words.

Unsurprisingly, nothing was displayed.

But he didn't get discouraged. Instead, he changed several keywords and searched again.

Finally, after typing the two characters "Shang Jun", he found an entry.

Similarly, it was an entry he was certain he had never seen before in his previous knowledge or courses.

"."

Without a word, after a quick glance, Zhou You neatly closed his laptop, then took out his phone and searched for the nearest flights.

Then, he quickly shook his head and dialed a number.

After a few busy tones, the voice of some jerk rang in my ear.

"Old Zhou, why are you calling at this hour? I'm on my honeymoon with my wife, and you're bothering me like this."

Before the other person could finish rambling, Zhou You spoke up directly.

"Li Sanli, Li Da Nao."

The person opposite was clearly taken aback.

"Old Zhou, why do you sound so serious? Did something happen?"

Zhou You answered quickly.

"It's nothing, but I need your help with something."

Hearing his deep voice, Li Sanli's words also became serious.

"What's the deal?"

“I remember your family knows a lot of people in the airline industry, right? Can you help me book a ticket? The location is…” Zhou You said, naming a city, “XXX City, the sooner the better, preferably a flight within a few hours.”

"."

The other person remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"You called me just for this? I thought your house had exploded! Okay, okay, I got it. I'll call my uncle to see if he has any plane tickets. But I also have to tell you, these are usually reserved VIP seats, and they're not cheap."

"Don't worry about the price, just help me place the order."

"So decisive? That's strange, when did you become so generous, you poor wretch?"

After the other party mumbled something and hung up the phone, Zhou You quickly packed his things, put on his coat, picked up his backpack, and prepared to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he bumped into the little ghost girl.

The other person paused for a moment, looking at his obvious intention to travel far away, and then gestured a few times with his hands.

Although he couldn't speak, the meaning was already very clear.

"The food will be ready soon, what are you going to do?"

Zhou You remained silent for a while before gently touching the little head.

"Sorry, I came back temporarily this time. I have to go out right away—a brother needs me to rescue him. But don't worry, I'll definitely spend more time with you when I come back next time."

The little ghost girl's face clearly showed reluctance, but after thinking for a moment, she put on a smile, made way for the path, and then gestured a few more times.

This means...

Be careful on the road.

Zhou You's answer consisted of only one word.

"Ah."
-
It must be said that Li Sanli was quite efficient; he called Zhou You back in just over ten minutes.

—The ticket is indeed available, and coincidentally, there's only one left, but as he said, the price is more than ten times higher than a normal ticket.

Zhou You didn't even hesitate for a moment before paying the bill, then hailed a taxi and headed straight for the airport.

The service attitude and speed of VIPs are naturally much better than those of ordinary people. Before long, he boarded the plane. After takeoff, he reviewed the information in his mind again.

Feng Qianlin, courtesy name Shangjun, was a native of Taiyuan, Shanxi Province. He was an educator and revolutionary in the late Qing Dynasty, who served alongside Tan Sitong and Liu Guangdi. Later, due to his involvement with the revolutionaries, he was persecuted by the Qing government and died.

The introduction was very simple, even hasty, with nothing noteworthy about it, making him seem like just an insignificant pawn in the revolutionaries of the late Qing Dynasty.

This was completely different from the hero Zhou You remembered, whose fame resounded throughout the country and who was known by countless people as "Master Feng Er".

But in the end, it still says where he was buried.

He is now buried in the Memorial Cemetery of TY City, Shanxi Province.

"The body was burned by the Qing government, and only a cenotaph was made for it."

(End of this chapter)