The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPCCh44 - Spring Banquet (10)
A bead of sweat slowly slid down his temple, curving around his chin and— drip.
There was only the sound of flapping wings in the garden. Saman and Ren Yifei didn't move, nor did these strange black creatures covered in coarse hair. PQEHI
Ren Yifei's eyes turned bright red while black runes spun around his pupils.
Not far from them were several skin sacks lying quietly on the ground, the skin belonging to the maids whose eyes and eyebrows were drawn on.
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In front of them were four huge creatures that resembled flies.
They have four thin wings, six long limbs with rough short black hair and a body that was covered in a layer of fine fur. Their long needle-like mouths were secreting some sort of liquid that came from glands attached at the base of their mouths 2Vvhdc
These resembled the glands hidden in the fangs of venomous snakes.
The two of them have no doubt that once these needle-like mouths pierce into their body, this strange liquid will also be injected into their bloodstream.
It might be an anaesthetic that numbs the nerves, or it could be some sort of toxin that melts the body, but it could also be something else.
Saman stared at the needle in front of him. After a moment of bravery, his entire body had become stiff. He didn't dare to blink, fearing that if he did, the creatures in front of him would stab him with their needle-like mouth.
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Even veteran players were still vulnerable in the games and they will die in it if they were not cautious.
A tiger still needs to use all of its strength when dealing with a rabbit, so Saman was ready to fight will all of his strength.
"Is it him? The other personality? It's obviously still the same weak body, but there's suddenly a strong sense of confidence. This is clearly a man with a deeply rooted unyielding temperament," he glanced sideways at the white-robed demon behind him. Only up-close could you feel his wonderful charm.
Saman glanced down at his own hand again; he was still holding onto the other party. dGLp4Y
According to his personality, shouldn't he be sending this NPC to plug up the pit for him? After all, a dead Taoist friend is not the poor Taoist. However at that moment, as if he had lost control, he subconsciously grabbed the other party and pull them behind him.
The last time this happened was...
Strangely enough, in the two consecutive instances he has been in, both had someone who made him unconsciously appreciate them.
Despite suffering in constant darkness, Song Bozhi was still full of light and hope. Although they possessed a great amount of strength in this chaotic world of demons, this big demon was still disciplined and lawful. DUbCvG
That being said, the former was a player.
Somewhere along the line, Saman was a little regretful yet also a little bit relieved.
He felt pity because he couldn't become friends with this person. However, he also felt relieved that he couldn't become friends with that person— because that would mean that the other party would have to come to the Cape of Desolation and become a hopeless and futureless player.
It was always extraordinarily sad when the stars fall into the sea. Xd5AQ0
The white-robed demon looked up at their opponents in silence with his red eyes that seemed to carry mysterious powers. This red was not a lifeless blood colour. On the contrary, it was a more vivid and clear colour. It was a colour that gave a sense of unrelenting power.
He suddenly turned his head, his scarlet eyes were like sharp blades. Saman could even smell the hidden ruthlessness and killing intent.
Who does he want to kill? The opponents in front of them, or him?
Saman's hand clenched the sword. If this white-robed demon does attack him, even if he appreciates them, he could only express his regret and send them off into an eternal slumber.
"Are you afraid that I might attack you?" Ren Yifei asked him.
Before Saman could speak, he continued, "Don't be afraid. I appreciate you (your scent) very much. Let's go, will alter their memories of this event. No need to alert the enemies."
After he blinked, the dazzling red hue in his eyes quickly disappeared and returned to its original black colour.
Because he had exerted too much power at once, Ren Yifei weakly leaned back against Saman's arms, "Help me." SZM4Xn
Using multiple illusions on the same creature or even continuously forcefully messing with the opponent's memories would greatly reduce the effect. Furthermore, Ren Yifei can't guarantee how long it will last. Of course, just three to five minutes would be enough.
Saman put away the giant sword and immediately supported the white-robed demon who was a little pale but still did not show any weaknesses.
The reason was unknown, but Saman's movements became a lot gentler. His face was obviously still the same and the cold temperament was still there, but he subconsciously became more cautious.
The two hurried into the corridor with leaden feet and ran for a long time. It was unknown how many turns they took before they finally stopped. H3khl6
Those things didn't come after them. They don't know if those creatures couldn't find them, or because of other restrictions.
Ren Yifei leaned against the wall of the corridor. His face was so pale that it seemed like his face had been drained of all its blood. He wanted to take a deep breath and gasp for air but he still had to maintain He Jun's cold appearance of a big demon.
He felt his lungs burning up and the air tearing at his windpipe. He had never run like this before.
This identity belongs to He Jun, but the body's physical aptitude was probably his own. oIet7T
Does this count as him once again recognising his inner quality as a combat scum?
A lantern flower slipped out from one of his sleeves and landed on the ground. They had probably brought in while running away.
Ren Yifei didn't notice it but Saman did. He bent down to pick it up, he pinched the small lantern-like flower and held it in front of Ren Yifei. The tiny cluster of light added a layer of coloured filter onto the two of them.
"Aren't you going to ask why I'm so weak?" Ren Yifei asked as he looked up at the other. P uVNa
Saman looked at the other party who was leaning against the wall. The other person's hair was slightly messy, a section of their bangs was soaked with sweat and sticking to the sides of their cheeks. However, their eyes remained steadfast and resembled a starry galaxy.
The high and mighty He Jun, because of this small moment of wretchedness, was pulled down to the earth.
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He was dazed for a second because of this NPC's astonishing beauty.
After a while, he retracted his gaze and said candidly, "If He Jun wants to talk, then I'll listen. If He Jun does not want to, then I won't ask." BgQShE
The two personalities have slightly different manners of speaking. This one's tone was lower and appears more mature than the other's. The feeling they gave off was the same as a person who came from a generation that started from scratch and had experience ups and downs for half a lifetime. Because of this, he should be more cautious with his words and actions.
This guy is still a gentleman. Ren Yifei smiled slightly, resembling ice melting in to spring water and wildflowers blooming; the dim corridor suddenly seemed to brighten.
"There's an old grudge between me and the master of this mansion," Ren Yifei reached out and took the lantern flower from Saman's hand before putting it into his sleeve.
He glanced at Saman, took a step forward and whispered, "After nightfall, Ting Yun Pavilion will become 'alive'. Also, don't get too close to these flowers." RZhKep
This is a thank you gift, dessert player.
The hot air blew into Saman's eardrums, while the voice he heard was low and slightly hoarse, like the timbre of a cello. But before he could thoroughly discern it, the white-robed demon backed away.
"Come with me," he turned around. His silky hair brushed against Saman's fingers before falling down again.
Saman raised his head and saw that the other was holding an ink bone fan. He was walking unhurriedly in front of him with firm and confident steps. r4sLwu
No one could have imagined that such a person would be so weak that they couldn't even fight back the demons guarding the garden.
If the host of the banquet discovers that this white-robed demon was weak to this extent, then... who could resist tainting this pure white with their own colour?
Ren Yifei suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor. Saman walked up behind him, "What did He Jun find?"
After remaining motionless for four or five seconds, he turned his head, "Have we walked past this place?" VU8ldK
The pitch of his voice was slightly higher and the speed at which he talked was also faster.
The powerful demon with a pair of indifferent eyes had disappeared; this was the other personality.
"We've walked past already," Saman replied. He looked at the slightly more expressive face: Compared to the previous one, this personality seems more like a teenager.
When did their personalities switch? Was it during the few seconds when they suddenly froze? LDO34z
The main personality seems to be reluctant to appear in the outside world and deal with other people.
They repeated walked through the corridors which were like a twisted labyrinth.
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The wooden corridors were empty with both sides sealed, there were no doors, windows or special decorations; there were only oil lamps on both sides. This was already very abnormal, right? What was even more abnormal about the corridors was that there were no signs of life.
Although every piece of wood they looked at was different, they all seemed brand new with no signs of being used. F2T3su
Both of them have a good sense of direction so they knew that they have been circling in a certain area.
Ren Yifei remembered a fantasy novel that have stairs which could be changed and converted at will. Are the corridors here the same?
Saman thought a little further. He even suspected that he was in an illusion, which was not an uncommon trope in a fantasy setting. Thinking of this, he glanced at Ren Yifei one more time: If not for this white-robed demon by his side, he would've forcibly broken the game by now.
They walked around the corridor unable to make heads or tails; they couldn't even find the direction to the banquet. ysL5cv
Ren Yifei suddenly stopped. Saman also froze, thinking that he had made some new discovery.
"Break it open," Ren Yifei was tired of circling around. He grew out his fan and pointed it towards a wall. He spoke slowly and with a calm expression, "Since there's no way out, we'll have to make one."
Saman, "..."
Saman drew his giant sword, "It seems that great minds think alike." T7yzdF
The giant sword swung down, causing a grey rippled image.
With this, a large hole was created in the wall of the corridor and the fragments of the wall flew everywhere. Saman picked up one of the fragments, it was an unidentifiable cinnamon-coloured material.
Ren Yifei watched as the sword created a hole in the wall, "Continue."
It's a labyrinth, right? udlzaF
If there are a few walls then just blow up the few. Blow up everything until someone appears.
Saman laughed, "If that is what He Jun wants, how could I dare refuse?" He once again drew another giant sword with light flowing through it. It was another sword with its own unique power.
The wall exploded with a bang.
The two swept away anything in their path, breaking through countless walls and leaving a trail of large holes behind them. 8d2VRr
"My Lord Ah—" Accompanied by a shrill cry, the little old man with a black hat came out. With a 'smack', he plopped down in front of Ren Yifei's shoes, "I beg you, please stop destroying the walls."
Saman inserted his sword into the ground and watched with great interest.
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Ren Yifei looked down at the little old man as he gently patted his palm with the closed fan. Every time the fan hit his palm, the little old man's heart would tremble.
"Explain." iFDdnm
The little old man shivered. He Jun was not to be messed with even after a hundred years.
"Please forgive me, He Jun. There are many uninvited guests today, which is why there are these mechanisms. We really have no intention of disturbing you, My Lord. This is all due to this servant's negligence and carelessness."
As the little old man spoke, the scenery around them began to change. It was no longer an endless layer of walls and corridors, but a small courtyard with an open view.
Looking at the decorations in the courtyard as well as the resident signs on all the rooms around them, both Ren Yifei and Saman recognise where they were. hGpIDS
This was the guest's residence. There were no large independent houses, only these kinds of small houses which was probably the residence of those guests who didn't attend the banquet.
This was the layout that they had seen during the day. However, was the layout during the day the real one?
"Cut an arm off," Ren Yifei's voice was cold with no obvious fluctuations in his emotion.
The little old man on the ground acted as if he had been forgiven and cut off his own arm without any hesitation. c Y7gi
"There's no next time."
"Yes."