Chapter 210: Transforming Community Experience (XIX)
In this game full of weirdos, Tang Xinjue has never met anyone more idiotic than himself, so it doesn't matter even if Mr. Bu doesn't seem to have any shame.
Almost instantly, she figured out why the other party ran away.
In the game, balance and rules are everywhere. Even in the university town, the home base of the goblins, and even in the entertainment venue created by Mr. Bu, rules must be followed.
A disparate power gap is inherently destabilizing. Therefore, the game never allows powerful NPCs to directly confront candidates without restraint. Even entire university towns are constrained by invisible force fields, let alone individuals.
After realizing this, Tang Xinjue's eyes suddenly became brighter.
The more powerful a mage, the more fragile they are. If this applies to "Mr. Bu," his overwhelming advantage as a "dominant leader" might actually be his Achilles' heel!
After her thoughts settled, she stopped chasing after him. She coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's not that you can't appear before us, but that we can't be exposed with conclusive evidence. Because as long as you stubbornly refuse to admit it and I have even a little doubt in my heart, the casino won't judge you as successful, and the relevant subconscious thoughts won't be transformed into reality."
"On the contrary, once I'm sure, then..."
Mosaic's movement speed slowed down visibly, as if it was thinking about Tang Xinjue's words.
"So, tell me, if my roommate is missing and there's someone in front of me who knows everything and is about to run away, what would my most pressing need be?"
As the girl finished her words, a subtle ripple spread through the air. Mosaic instantly sensed something was wrong and sprinted towards the "exit" that was now within reach.
However, at the same moment, the quiet path that we came from suddenly changed. Densely overgrown weeds covered the exit, erasing all traces of it.
The exit of the food street has changed!
Mosaic slammed on the brakes and immediately began looking for a new exit.
But what he saw earlier than the exit was a girl's face with blood coming out of all seven orifices.
Tang Xinjue stood behind him calmly, not knowing which was more terrifying, a distorted mosaic or a face that looked like a female ghost.
Mr. Bu: “???”
He hesitated and said, "Could it be that without my noticing, your own psychic powers backfired on you? But don't worry, classmate. Psychic power is the most difficult ability to master, and occasional mistakes are perfectly normal."
"Thank you for your comfort." Tang Xinjue was too lazy to wipe the blood off his face. "But if I had made even the slightest mistake, I'd probably be reborn right here in front of you right now."
She turned on her phone screen again and magnified the bright red number in the status bar in front of the other person:
"13 negative buffs, double blockage of recovery and mental strength, health loss rate is calculated in seconds. Are you interested in trying it?"
If it were only the interference from the food court environment, her condition would not have been so seriously damaged. However, she was suddenly pulled into the ghost illusion by the other party, especially after hearing the ghost's sigh, she could clearly feel that an invisible barrier protecting the candidates was broken on her.
Coupled with the casino's deliberate restriction of her mental power, within just half a minute, the invisible malicious force field of the entire food street was attracted to her.
With Tang Xin Jue as a vivid living target, the health values of the other three members of 606 greatly slowed down their decline.
Mr. Bu: “…”
"I'm sorry, I really didn't think it through." Without Tang Xinjue's explanation, he immediately understood the whole process and apologized sincerely.
The other party smiled brightly: "It doesn't matter, the bill will be charged to you anyway."
The unidentified stick figure in the mosaic seemed to widen his eyes, then shook his head: "I personally believe I am at fault, but I'm not entirely responsible..."
Tang Xin Jue sneered and interrupted him, "But all the ghosts on this street are dismembered chaotic malice. There's only one with normal thinking ability and a famous reputation. Tell me, when I report and review the situation in the future, who should I turn to if not you?"
After a moment of silence, the person in the mosaic sighed, "Meeting is fate, so why rush into it? So, I'll make an exception and show you a way to see your roommate. How about helping you escape this troubled place sooner rather than later?"
His tone was so righteous that it almost made people forget how confidently he had said at the beginning, "Congratulations on coming to the most popular attraction in the casino."
Tang Xin Jue remained unmoved. "Is it possible that after I've dealt with your issues, the overwhelming desire to reunite with my roommates will automatically lead me to find them, or they will find me?"
Mosaic was speechless: "..."
In terms of heart rather than deeds, this crappy copy has given you a clear idea of what to do.
As time passed, Tang Xinjue's already cold white skin became closer and closer to transparent. Bright red blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes, attracting more and more thick malice. Even the white mist rising from the air in the food street was stained with a layer of dark black, pressing down heavily.
However, for Tang Xinjue, who was at the center of the malice, the most obvious danger he sensed was not from his surroundings, but from outside the food street. The countless figures lingering in the layers, densely packed together, seemed to be sensing the danger and bared their greedy fangs at the distant food.
Some of this terrifying maliciousness may come from the skinny children on the streets of the community outside, from the cattle they have threatened, and from the wealthy residents who have eaten turtles by the wishing well...
It was not until this moment that she was able to see their true outlines, which were far more dangerous than what the examinee remembered, through a tiny crack in the protective shield.
Perhaps this is what they will really face in the near future, behind the mysterious curtain of the university town.
Seeing the situation worsening, the being in the mosaic finally stopped being silent:
"Keep walking east, turn the food in the northeast corner of each stall upside down, and hit the ground a few times with your weapon. You'll see your roommates soon. After exiting the food court, keep walking west. The person you're looking for is at the western end."
After saying this, he stopped moving as if he had completely given up. However, the body quickly faded away, as if completely erased by an eraser, leaving only a faint sigh filled with resignation.
"Oh, I have to work overtime again."
When Mr. Bu completely disappeared, Tang Xinjue felt his sea of consciousness loosen, and the restrictions on his mental powers also disappeared without a trace.
So she immediately mobilized her mental power to contact her roommate, and used her supernatural powers to deal with the dark aura that was constantly invading her body. In the meantime, she pulled out the fragments of ghost consciousness that had sneaked into her sea of consciousness during the sigh in the illusion.
This sigh was attached with the ghost's strongest obsession in its "lifetime". Even if she did not touch the food made from it, once this fragment of consciousness took root in her sea of consciousness, she would inevitably be affected.
Fragment of consciousness: "..."
The regret it left behind with so much difficulty can be pulled out so easily?
If I had known you were so awesome, wouldn't you have told us to keep our distance? It wouldn't have to go through the motions of recounting its miserable life with such a heart and soul that even its food has dried up. How can it compete with its peers and sell it?
The fragments of consciousness that had been stripped away continued to struggle, making gurgling noises of resistance. Since he was inside his sea of consciousness, Tang Xin Jue happened to be able to understand what the other party was saying—besides insults and negotiations:
"Your mental strength is so strong, and there are several big bosses' marks inside. One more isn't too much, so why not just let me stay here?"
[Wait, this symbol is... the Chaos God? My idol! ! Let me go! I want to live here! I want to cuddle with my idol!]
Tang Xin Jue: "..."
She ignored the fragment's struggles and simply knocked it unconscious and pulled it out, cutting off the noise at the source.
The fragment of consciousness that was taken out materialized as a gray ball of light the size of a fingernail, floating hazily at the fingertips, and was thrown directly into the toilet plunger by Tang Xinjue.
He swallowed the toilet plunger in one gulp and burped loudly.
After this scene, the atmosphere of the entire food street suddenly became solemn. The aroma of food that had been rushing towards her was swept away, and the stalls huddled together dignifiedly, not glancing at the oncoming customers.
It's as if we all went blind at the same time.
Tang Xin Jue didn't rush to pay attention to them. After walking eastwards past several stalls according to Mr. Bu's instructions, the figures of his roommates, who had been standing not far away in front of him, suddenly swayed a few times, and one of them suddenly solidified.
It’s Zheng Wanqing!
After solidifying, Zheng Wanqing's movements changed from walking forward calmly to walking forward angrily with fists clenched, as if she was going to fight with someone.
The phantom summoned by the Iron Fist would occasionally brush against the stalls next to her, causing the wooden boards to suffer severe damage wherever she walked.
When Tang Xinjue stopped her, Zheng Wanqing subconsciously attacked with a punch. The whistling wind from the punch was blocked by the toilet plunger in front of Tang Xinjue's forehead, and the rubber head spat out a mouthful of water in dissatisfaction.
The girl's angry eyes were blank for a moment, then became clear: "Heart Sutra?"
"It's me."
Tang Xinjue put away the toilet plunger, took out a bottle of recovery spray, and sprayed it twice on the wound on Zheng Wanqing's cheek to stop the bleeding. "What happened to you? Did you see Zhang You and Guo Guo?"
At the same time, Zheng Wanqing hurriedly took out a recovery item and threw it at Tang Xinjue. Anger built up on her face as she spoke:
"As I was walking, I noticed you guys kept urging me to buy food, so I knew you were being impersonated. But as soon as I attacked these impersonators, the attacks rebounded on me."
If it were just that, it would be fine, but when she broke through the maze, she saw Guo Guo being attacked.
"...I saw Guo Guo immersed in a strange illusion. In the illusion, you, me, and Zhang You, the three of us suddenly started fighting. Guo Guo didn't even notice it and even ran after us crying to stop them. But the next second, she was arrested!"
Zheng Wanqing opened her mouth but didn't finish her words. But she didn't need to describe them in detail. Tang Xinjue's mental power had reconnected with hers, and from Zheng Wanqing's opened memories, Tang Xinjue saw the entire scene.
In the illusion, the man who looked like Tang Xin Jue suddenly attacked the moment Guo Guo approached. His hand turned into a sharp claw and penetrated into Guo Guo's brow, digging out an eye from inside!
