I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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"Nine hundred and eleven, nine hundred and twelve, nine hundred and thirteen... nine hundred and fourteen..."

The cold wind howled outside, and Tan Moli hugged her legs, huddled inside the tent.

The constant temperature tent looks no different from an ordinary camping tent, but only when you step inside will you discover that the space inside is surprisingly large.

Tan Moli didn't know what the "Black Death" was, but she knew that Weng Yang needed warmth, so she simply took off all her clothes except for her underwear and wrapped Weng Yang up tightly.

"If Deng Ziwen were here, he would have an endless supply of toilet paper. He could wrap you up like a mummy and you wouldn't be cold."

Snowflakes fell on the eaves outside, making a loud thud. Tan Moli sniffed, forcing herself to swallow back her tears, and began to mutter to herself:

"You need to wake up soon, otherwise how can I get the two of us out of here by myself..."

Tan Moli and Weng Yang have known each other since elementary school.

The two have completely opposite personalities: one is lively and cheerful but in poor health, while the other is calm and composed and has been an athlete since childhood.

When Weng Yang was in junior high school, her parents divorced, and she lived with her grandmother.

At that time, Tan Moli was in poor health, and people were afraid that playing with her would cause her to get hurt, so they didn't like her very much.

The two people quickly became close at that time.

In high school, Weng Yang would sneak out of the wall in the middle of the night to buy brown sugar ginger tea for Tan Moli.

Tan Moli would plan Weng Yang's living expenses and put chicken legs in her bowl every day at mealtimes.

Occasionally, the two of them would sneak away from the teacher to visit each other's dorms, hide under one blanket to watch Korean dramas, and then let out giggles like little mice.

All told, Tan Moli and Weng Yang have known each other for almost thirteen years, and there are no secrets between them.

If Weng Yang dies...

As Tan Moli considered this possibility, tears welled up in her eyes, but hesitated to fall, her expression revealing a deeper sense of bewilderment.

She had never considered this possibility.

If it were Weng Yang, what would she do?

Tan Moli desperately forced herself to think about problems in Weng Yang's way:

"Weng Yanghui said, 'The two of us alone cannot complete the mission. The best way, the very best way, is to find someone else to cooperate with.'"

Yes! Weng Yang currently has a debuff, we need a healing player!

Tan Moli hastily wiped away her tears, opened the player chat system, and carefully browsed the chat history on the public screen. Soon, she found a player who claimed to be a "doctor".

Most importantly, this player posted his address on the public chat, indicating that he wasn't far from her.

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[Brussels (Doctor): Do you need treatment? Your teammate or yourself? Healing the Black Death grants 5000 points, dispelling a debuff grants 20000 points.]

Tan Moli was taken aback by the price and hesitated, "I don't have that many points, could you make it cheaper?"

[Brussels (Doctor): A discount? Please, look at this environment! Medieval Great Britain, ravaged by the Black Death. My healing skills have a 48-hour cooldown. If you think it's too expensive, you might want to look for other healing-type players.]

"I only have 2100 points right now. Can I use items to make up for the shortfall?"

Tan Moli thought for a moment, then deleted the sentence and changed it to: "Pay half the points first, and pay the remaining points after confirming the effect."

The props are too tempting, so she can't let the other party know that she has them—once Weng Yang wakes up, the two of them should be able to combine their points to reach the required amount.

[Brussels (Doctor): This is troublesome. Where are you? I'm currently in the third village, near the woods, in that red house.]

[Brussels (Doctor): You can bring the patient here for treatment.]

Tan Moli glanced at the unconscious Weng Yang, then hesitated again:

With her physical strength alone, she simply couldn't bring Weng Yang to the Red House.

Moreover, the blizzard outside was getting worse, and if we left the shelter with an unconscious patient, we would be buried in the snow sooner or later.

[Brussels (Doctor): Limited mobility? Home visit service is available, but it will cost 1000 points.]

"No, I'll go myself."

Tan Moli dared not expose Weng Yang and the tent. She picked up her coats and put them on one by one, then wrapped Weng Yang up from head to toe in two cloaks before crawling out.

She decided to first verify whether the other person was indeed a doctor.

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cold.

It's very cold.

Suddenly exposed to extreme cold, Tan Moli felt her heart pounding. Forgetting all about appearances, she frantically dug at the snow-covered doorway of the house—

The blizzard had already collapsed half of the wooden door, and chunks of snow rushed into the house, completely blocking the exit.

Tan Moli dug for a while and felt breathless, but she dared not stop, even ignoring the tingling and itching in her fingers and toes.

Finally, after digging for ten minutes, a hole was dug out of the snow slope in the direction of the wooden door. Loose snow kept falling from the hole, and the wind swirled the rough snowflakes like sand on the face, as if they were being cut by a dense knife.

Tan Moli looked outside and felt a sense of fear creeping into her heart.

Outside, everything was pure white, and the wind whipped up snowflakes, howling and howling through the air.

The surrounding houses were completely buried by the heavy snow, and the smell of herbs in the air had long since disappeared.

Heaven and earth have no boundaries.

It felt as if if you went inside, you would be buried along with the snowflakes.

"If it were Weng Yang, she would also brave the snow to find a doctor for me. I am Weng Yang now, I am not afraid, I am not afraid at all."

Tan Moli swallowed hard, feeling as if her throat was frozen. She climbed out of the snowdrift, pinpointed the location of the red house, and trudged towards it, her steps uneven.

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"Is this the Red House?"

Wearing a cloak, Chen Xi slowly exhaled a breath and stared at the only stone house in the snow that had been cleared and had a campfire burning inside.

The house was built very tall and looked like it belonged to a local lord, or at least a nobleman.

Although it was also built with stones, the exterior was painted red, and the flower beds and decorations at the entrance could still be vaguely discerned.

—Most overseas players have started to team up, while only a small number of players choose to act alone.

A blizzard has struck, and the official team's shelter has been completed.

Chen Xi and his teammates worked together very well and stockpiled enough firewood before the snowfall intensified.

But the reason she's here is because a player claims to have obtained a map of Great Britain.

However, the other party was cautious and chose to conduct the transaction in the red house where most players gathered.

"Crunch—crunch—"

Chen Xi pulled her cloak tighter around her, stepped on the snow, slowly controlled her breathing, and walked briskly towards the red house. The next second, her eyes sharpened, and she reached out to support a female player with a Chinese face.

The female player looked as if she had been exposed to a blizzard for some time, her face as pale as a corpse.

"Th-thank you."

The other person was so cold they couldn't speak, and tried to walk into the red house with their head down, but Chen Xi accurately called out their name:

"It's me, Tan Moli."

"...You've mistaken me for someone else."

The female player looked at Chen Xi with a completely unfamiliar gaze. After carefully examining her face, she realized it was that of an unfamiliar woman. She immediately withdrew her hand, turned around, and ran away warily.

—For Tan Moli, it was an unfamiliar instance and unfamiliar players, but the other party could accurately call her by name.

So, this is a trap.