Unconventional blind dates

In Laohuai Village, a light rain began to fall.

Standing under the old locust tree, Pan Shuai lowered his head and remained silent.

He took out a cigarette and lit it silently.

But because of the heavy rain, the cigarette quickly became so wet that it was no longer smokeable.

Pan Shuai casually tossed away his cigarette butt, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, grabbed Lu Li by the collar, and cursed, "You fucking died like that?! How the fuck am I going to explain this to your parents?! Go to hell..."

In the end, even this grown man, almost thirty years old, started to cry as he spoke.

No one dared to speak; the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Xing Tian, ​​who had been expressionless, sighed and squatted down to advise, "Let's figure out a way to bury him properly first. As for those urban legends, they've probably already infected one of us."

Xing Tian thought he would be happy, but he wasn't.

Lu Li is dead, which means that this world is more dangerous than the previous "top three" world he experienced.

And he remembered how Lu Li had let him go...

He wasn't sad, but he actually felt a little depressed.

Therefore, you should never interact with the people in the mission world.

If you treat them as NPCs in a game, you won't feel this way.

Xing Tian laughed self-deprecatingly.

But it's precisely because we're human that we can't control ourselves...

"Hmm." As soon as Xing Tian mentioned urban legends, Pan Shuai instantly regained his composure.

Although it is still very painful, this is not the time to be sad.

He turned around and ordered, "Go find three body bags; their bodies can't just lie there soaking wet."

"I agree that you shouldn't get wet, but why can't you give me an umbrella?"

A voice suddenly rang out not far from Pan Shuai's ear.

And that voice... he knew it all too well!

Turning around suddenly, there was indeed Lu Li's handsome face with a smile in front of him!

Pan Shuai's mind went blank, and then he instinctively threw a punch.

Lu Li was taken aback, and instinctively raised his arm to block as well.

He did block it.

But it didn't stop it.

Pan Shuai's fist did hit Lu Li's arm, but Lu Li didn't feel any force at all; in fact, it was about the same as a normal bump.

But the next moment, he was suddenly struck hard on his right cheek, just like he had been punched in the face!

Even Lu Li's head was turned to the left by the force to cushion the impact.

He rubbed his flushed cheeks and turned back to ask, "Young Master Pan, what the hell is this?"

"My extraordinary ability is the power of imagination, but it's the other person who imagines the result. The conditions are very demanding, and I can't explain them all at once, but my prompting for myself is to make an action. I will make actions to make the other person imagine the result, and generally it can be achieved, of course, anything too exaggerated won't work. But there is a prerequisite, which is that I must touch the other person's body."

Simply put, he throws a punch and then lets the other person imagine what the consequences of that punch will be.

Lu Li imagined that he hadn't blocked the punch and had been hit in the face.

So although he blocked the punch, the other party activated his ability the moment his arm made contact with Pan Shuai's fist, and then Lu Li took a punch to the face based on his own imagination.

This ability is quite terrifying, but it's not very controllable.

And there are definitely significant limitations, but since Pan Shuai didn't say anything, Lu Li wouldn't ask.

After briefly explaining his abilities, Pan Shuai immediately pressed, "Old Lu, what's wrong with you? You really weren't breathing just now, and even your pupils started dilating. You're definitely dead!"

Lu Li smiled and said, "That was an illusion, a result of my abilities."

"I understand." Pan Shuai suddenly realized and didn't ask any further questions.

He had previously guessed that Lao Lu's ability was to interfere with the five senses and create illusions.

So the idea that Lao Lu was dead was just their hallucination.

He then asked the most important question at the moment, "Old Lu, what happened to you after you were captured by the Ouija board spirits? Based on our experience, urban legends shouldn't have any self-awareness."

Lu Li took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then stubbed it out on the ground. "Indeed, they are controlled."

Pan Shuai was stunned. "What?!"

Lu Li's words contained too much information; he needed to process it.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Old Lu, you mean... the urban legends are controlled by someone?"

"It was indeed controlled, but probably not by 'people'."

"ghost?"

"Almost, but even more terrifying."

Lu Li covered his head and asked, "Did you find any useful clues in this village? I feel like I've forgotten something."

"Not yet." Pan Shuai pulled Lu Li up. "Do you have any clues?"

"Dong, the mastermind behind that urban legend should be surnamed Dong, but I can't quite remember how I got this information." Lu Li looked back at the hundred-meter-tall ancient tree. "And since the other party is a ghost, it might be about the same age as this tree. I suggest you investigate while also having headquarters check when this tree was planted."

"Okay." Seeing that Lu Li was alright, Pan Shuai turned around and instructed everyone to continue searching Lao Huai Village.

If you have any questions, you can ask them privately later.

A little further away, Xing Tian, ​​who had just quietly retreated, was discussing with his four companions what to do next.

"Captain, what's our next step?"

Xing Tian glanced at Lu Li discreetly, and seeing that he wasn't looking over, he analyzed, "What Lu Li encountered was definitely not as simple as he said, but he definitely didn't get the core clues, otherwise our mission should have been completed."

"And I discovered a pitfall in this mission."

"What kind of pit?"

"Regarding the mission description," Xing Tian said gravely, "the mission description is 'Guide the Super Spirit Bureau to the truth behind the urban legend.' But what if the Super Spirit Bureau didn't obtain the truth from us? Would the mission be considered a success or a failure?"

The other four arrivals showed slight changes in expression.

They really hadn't thought of that.

It's actually quite easy to understand, just like the "selection" and "non-selection" in Yu-Gi-Oh!.

"In short, it's best to understand everything about the mission according to the written description, rather than according to your own ideas."

Xing Tian concluded, "So I think this is a trap in the mission hints. If we just sit and wait and see, we'll fail the mission once they discover the truth."

"Then what should we do? We don't even know the truth ourselves, so how can we guide them?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Search the village!" Xing Tian gritted his teeth. "As long as we find the clues before them and then guide them, that's fine! Everyone, don't hold back any methods you have. I think this is one of those high-difficulty mission worlds. The difficulty of these worlds sometimes lies in the unpredictability and urgency! This is exactly the situation we're in now!"

"Okay! Captain, we'll do as you say!"

"Then let's take action!"

............

Half an hour later—

"Team leader, found it!"

Pan Shuai, who was chatting with Lu Li, perked up and turned around to ask, "What did you find?"

"That ancestral hall has a basement! We went inside and saw many bamboo slips and books! They were all records of the village history, spanning over a thousand years!"

"good!"

Pan Shuai perked up and was about to go over when Lu Li suddenly stopped him.

Pan Shuai turned around, only to meet Lu Li's solemn expression.

"Young Master Pan, have them move those bamboo slips and books over, we're leaving immediately!"

"Retreat?" Pan Shuai was taken aback, then his expression changed. "What did you sense?"

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out in the distance.

Lu Li sighed, "It's probably difficult to leave now."

He regained his hazy memories.

............

"Wang Quan!!!"

On the other side of the five Descendants, a handsome young man named Fang Bie stared ahead with a look of terror on his face.

There, a burly knight on a tall, crimson horse blocked their way.

The knight's warhorse had eerie blue flames burning on its hooves and its eyes were also ablaze with blue flames.

The knight himself was estimated to be over two meters tall, wearing a red brocade robe with a hundred flowers from Sichuan, a purple-gold crown with three prongs on his head, and holding a huge, imposing halberd.

Its face was a pale skull, with eerie flames burning in its two dark eye sockets.

The halberd in its hand was dripping with blood.

At the feet of the ghostly warhorse lay a headless corpse.

A short distance away, the last thing left on the face of their former companion's head was a look of astonishment.