I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Fu Xuan's voice came from all directions, clearly indicating that the Grand Diviner himself had completely lost his composure outside the formation.

"They actually had this kind of relationship! And they even did this kind of thing!"

Within the Qiong Guan Formation! In the simulation records! Before me! This...this is utterly disgraceful! This is utterly disgraceful!

On March 7th, he was already on the verge of a breakdown, but then he heard Fu Xuan's rapid-fire speech, which was almost hoarse.

Her mind, filled with shame and indignation, was abruptly diverted for a moment.

She even subconsciously waved her hand at the air:

"No, no, no, Your Excellency, no, they haven't done such a thing before!"

This is definitely distortion! Yes, distortion!

It's that thing you just mentioned, the kind of deduction that goes wrong!

"This distortion is unbelievable!"

"Even if the Qiong Guan Zhen (穷观阵) is distorted, it will not create something out of nothing! All the deduction images come from your own memory materials!"

What you don't remember, even Qiong Guanzhen couldn't have made up!

Miss March, what on earth are you thinking about all day long!

"I didn't think about it! I didn't think about anything!"

March 7th was so anxious he kept stamping his feet.

"I... I usually only think about serious things!"

Taking photos, making dessert, creating a photo album for the train! Why would I think of these things!

"But the scene is right in front of me!"

"So it's fake! It's because of distortion! It has nothing to do with the person in question!"

Xing lay on the ground, looking at this March 7th, finally snapping out of a period of not-so-bright thinking.

She tilted her head back and asked innocently:

"Does Little March want to come along too? I can make an exception and let you join as well."

"Together... my foot!"

On March 7th, his face flushed red, he raised the ice bow and drew the bowstring taut.

"You two distorted beings! Disappear immediately! Now! Get out of my memory!"

"March, let me explain, I really didn't..."

Shut up! You're no better than me!

March 7th didn't give Qiye a chance to finish speaking.

She loosened her grip, and the arrow flew from the bowstring.

The arrow pierced the heart of the star.

Xing remained in that pose, but her body had already shattered.

Without even glancing at it, March 7th fired another arrow.

Qi Ye wanted to say something, but the arrow had already arrived.

He exploded before he could even change his expression.

"Huh...huh..."

March 7th held the bow, his shoulders rising and falling.

"It's over... It's finally over... If I had watched this scene for another second, I would have died on the spot."

She looked around; the room was still there, but the ambiguous atmosphere that made her blush and her heart race seemed to still be there.

Just then, the floor and the surrounding area suddenly became transparent, as if someone was slowly erasing everything in front of her with an eraser.

"Don't panic. This is normal."

Fu Xuan's voice came through, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have cleared the distortion caused by external factors."

But the simulation is not over yet.

Miss March, you will soon be transported to another memory segment.

"Again?" March 7th wailed.

"Just fragments. In order to find the source of your memories."

The Qiong Guan Zhen will trace back along the nearest anchor point you can provide.

Before March 7th could react, the floor beneath her feet suddenly cracked.

She was startled and looked down to see a large amount of snow pouring out of the crack.

She only managed to take half a breath before she fell into the snowfield.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing on a street covered with snow.

In the distance are Belleburg’s iconic spire.

On March 7th, he circled around in the same spot and sighed.

"Finally, I've recovered..."

She lifted her head, letting the fine snow fall on her warm cheeks, which felt incredibly comfortable.

"It's better here. Although it's cold, at least there aren't any of those weird scenes."

Fu Xuan's voice rang out: "So, all of that just now was really fake?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's fake! It's all fake! Distorted! 100% distorted!"

On March 7th, he nodded vigorously, expressing absolute certainty.

“Master, think about it, I acted uprightly and sat properly on March 7th, how could I have such a thing in my memory?”

That must mean the Qiong Guan Zhen formation is malfunctioning, or there's external interference.

Didn't you say before that there were "unexpected complications"?

That's it. Yes, that's what did it.

"I... just lost my composure."

When Fu Xuan spoke again, his voice was noticeably more formal, as if he was trying to regain his composure as a diviner.

"I will not mention this matter again. And you are not allowed to tell anyone."

"I won't tell! Absolutely not! Anyone who tells is a dog!"

On March 7th, raise your hand and swear an oath.

"Lord Taibu, rest assured, I don't even want to think about such a thing anymore, let alone tell anyone!"

"Alright. Let's continue the deduction. Don't get distracted by other things."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

March 7th wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, inwardly overjoyed that he had finally gotten through this ordeal.

As she walked forward, she muttered to herself:

"It's all fake, fake. I don't have that kind of thing in my head. It's all just a bunch of crazy speculation..."

Outside the formation.

Qingque, carrying a plate of melon seeds, squatted on the steps outside the Qiongguan Formation with Qiye and Xing.

Three heads lined up in a row, their movements perfectly synchronized, like watching a grand performance.

Inside the formation, Fu Xuan and San Yueqi's faces turned bright red at the same time.

One was on the battle platform, the other at the heart of the battle, far apart, yet each was equally radiant.

Xing cracked open a sunflower seed and squinted, "Why did their faces suddenly turn red?"

"I saw it too."

Qi Ye was also eating sunflower seeds, his lips moving rapidly.

"Qingque, hand me two pieces of paper. I have nowhere to throw these sunflower seed shells."

"Quiet down, quiet down."

Qingque stared intently at the formation.

"Why are your ears red, Lord Diviner?"

Shouldn't she be calm and collected no matter what she sees?

What exactly happened in this chaotic scene? Why are both of them blushing? What's going on here?

Xing spat out a sunflower seed shell: "I don't know, but it's sure to have some interesting content."

"I want to see it too."

Qi Ye craned his neck to peer into the formation.

"Qingque, does this Qiongguan Formation have any external projection?"

It's the kind that can broadcast simulation footage.

I'm not greedy, just show me one frame.

"You're asking me?"

Qingque rolled her eyes.

"I'm just a handyman."

"If I had an external screen, would I be standing here staring blankly like you guys?"

Xing sighed, "The Grand Diviner is too selfish. He doesn't share good things with the masses."

“Exactly,” Qiye chimed in. “We’re just showing concern for our comrades.”

If we enter the Qiong Guan Zhen formation for the first time on March 7th and someone develops psychological trauma, shouldn't we find out about the situation beforehand?

Xing nodded: "Yes. Care."

Qingque opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn't hold it in:

"Can't you two just say you want to see it? 'Caring'? I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it."

Xing cracked open another sunflower seed: "Then I want to see it, just say so."

“I want to too,” Qi Ye immediately followed.

Qingque yelled "Ha!" and threw the sunflower seed shells on the ground.

"You two are really something... I'd like to see it too."

The three of them sighed in unison, then turned their gazes back to the center of the formation.

At this moment, Fu Xuan and San Yueqi's faces had not completely lost their redness.

The light reflected off their expressions; one was trying to appear calm, while the other was acting suspiciously—they both looked like something was amiss.

Xing suddenly said, "I guess they saw me fighting in their memories."

"Does fighting make you blush?" Qingque asked.

"Yes, because I look so cool when I fight."

Qi Ye almost choked on the sunflower seeds: "You fight like a wild boar coming out of its pen, and you call that cool?"

"Have you ever seen a wild boar?" Xing asked, looking at him.

"I am a metaphor."

"The analogy doesn't hold true; I'm not that fat."

Seeing that the two were getting further and further off-topic, Qingque quickly brought the conversation back on track:

"Do you think we'll see anything inappropriate for children in the formation on March 7th? Like... that kind of thing?"