Preparing to Set Off

She is a plant-based Specter, eerie and unsettling.

The Specter are eerie, without physical form, and similar to the "ghosts" of old legends.

The children waiting for their parents inside the room shrank back in fear, but accidentally broke a Vines, and the flesh under their arms began to writhe wildly.

As the child struggled and screamed eerily, its arms and body suddenly began to expand rapidly, as if something was being conceived. Eventually, it burst forth from its body, giving birth to several vibrant Black Roses.

Flower Language snapped out of her near-out-of-control murderous intent, waved slightly, and tucked a few Black Roses into her arms.

She remembered that her True Form needed Points, and these strange, drained energy flowers were also worth some money; little by little, they would add up.

One by one, the children died in their struggles, and the Thorns tightened their grip, covering the remaining few people in a murderous aura within a few dozen seconds.

The supernatural is different from humans; if you violate its Rules, even the Protagonist Group will die.

All three sensed this eerie, pure malice. Unlike Moonlit Night and Bai Yang, she had no emotions whatsoever, only instinctive killing intent.

Thorns pierced through the room, and green Vines spread along the walls into the distance, covering the floor and rapidly expanding outwards.

Sheng Qingqiao tried calling Flower Language a few times. Hua Flower Language turned around, her face tearful, her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down. "That annoying smile."

Sheng Qingqiao's smile froze on her lips.

"Disgusting men," Flower Language muttered coldly to herself again. "The Feeder forbade me to kill you. The people have been delivered; don't bother me anymore."

Having said that, her figure, enveloped in layers of Thorns, burst through the door. Every living thing left outside was pierced through the flesh by rose thorns the moment it came into contact with the Thorns around her.

In an instant, blood mingled with the fragrance of flowers, filling the air. Those still alive hurriedly pulled out their Item to treat themselves while moving away from the thorny Thorns.

The room was a mess; after the Thorns were removed, the room was riddled with holes.

"Hey, this guy's temperament is so weird. He was just welcoming us, and then he turned on us like that!"

Sheng Qingqiao said sullenly, "She was fine when we played games together. Although she treats girls better than men, she wasn't as hostile as she was just now."

After a pause, Sheng Qingqiao asked curiously, "An Ying, is it because of you? You don't look like her type?"

An Ying rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Tao Yuan said, "No, it must be something I did or said that offended her." How could you possibly be safe dealing with the supernatural?

"Is she really from that Mysterious Organization? How can someone so bizarre become a member?"

Sheng Qingqiao said, "Yes, there's an identical mark on the back of her hand."

"Absurd! How can the supernatural coexist with humans? What is this organization's stance? How can they accept the supernatural? Aren't they afraid of backfiring?" Tao Yuan Wristband. "This organization is so similar to the Evil God Organization we wiped out before. It seems to be another cult."

Sheng Qingqiao wanted to say something, but Tao Yuan had always been very opposed to the supernatural, and given his special status, he swallowed his words.

"They're still different. At least Bai Yang is pretty good, Moonlit Night... he's not a bad person either," An Ying said.

Tao Yuan's face turned cold, and he remained noncommittal. "Perhaps. But more worrying than that is how we're going to explain when those strange parents come to visit, since all those children have been killed."

"This... is hard to explain, isn't it? Shall we run away?"

Meanwhile, Residential Zone:

[Host, where are you going? The Instance isn't over yet!]

After 007 Little Ball returned from another world, it saw its host packing the Haunted Object Gloves, food, and water into its backpack, looking quite pleased with itself as it prepared for a long trip.

Lin Nieran looked at his backpack, thought for a moment, and then also took his Bank Card with him. How could he get by without money when he was out and about?

"Go find Moonlit Night; there seems to be something wrong with his cards," Lin Nieran said. "I just noticed abnormal energy fluctuations in his cards."

"He's too far away from us, separated by several regions, so we can't recall him. I only have this one S Card, I have to go check on him."

[But this is too risky. Host, the abilities of those cards cannot be applied back to you. You are still an ordinary person, and going to the Weird Zone would easily result in being torn apart.]

[The energy fluctuations in the card are normal. As a special card, the Moonlit Night Card exhibits these phenomena normally. Host, you'd better not take any risks.]

[The Avatar Cheat System can only provide the assistance of Vest; it cannot enhance the host himself.]

"Won't you protect me?" Lin Nieran asked.

[The system's protection is limited; it might work once or twice, but there are many large, Weird Zone within the Weird Zone, and once you go in, you can't get out.]

"I understand." Lin Nieran remained nonchalant, and upon hearing this, packed two more sets of clothes. "If we can't get out, bring a few extra sets of clothes to change into."

[Host!!]

"Stop bothering me." Lin Nieran rubbed his ears. "Your system is so emotionally unstable. Who's the one who's sick here?"

System:...

It needs to consider installing a Data Stabilizer to prevent its processor from burning out one day.

Why are this host so difficult to manage?

The system was so angry that it ignored him and started calculating whether it had connected some data incorrectly, otherwise how could it have chosen such a suicidal host?

Lin Nieran was folding clothes by himself when suddenly a hand reached out and handed him a sticky, slimy substance.

"Take this with you?" The Masked Youth smirked, seemingly also looking forward to going out, the dark red in his eyes lessening considerably.

"It's not the right time," Lin Nieran refused.

"If we want to go back to pay our respects, we should bring something back," the Masked Youth suggested enthusiastically. "How about we buy some paper money?"

Lin Nieran pondered for a moment, then nodded. "That's fine. But the paper money shop is quite far from us. If you weren't so dependent on me, I could ask you to go buy it; you know more about this than I do."

"They're even."

"Same to you."

The Masked Youth was clearly looking forward to going out; his expression was much more cheerful, and he unusually refrained from brandishing his Little Dagger.

Seeing that the host had actually closed the shop door and was about to embark on a self-destructive journey, the system panicked and the little ball blocked his way.

[Host, they're still in the Weird Instance. What will happen if you leave now?]

Lin Nieran said calmly, "I've helped everyone I could, and I've kept the helpers who were supposed to stay. I've already destroyed half of that Instance's strangeness, and they still can't solve it. They might as well rename themselves the 'Useless Gang'."

[Have you caught the Moonlit Night's sharp tongue?]

"Maybe." Lin Nieran stood on the street, waving for a taxi in the deserted street.

Nowadays, people use Weird Objects for Haunted Object Taxis being the most common. These are a very expensive mode of transport, but their speed is not what it used to be.

A car, entirely dark blue and without wheels, broke through the space and stopped precisely in front of him.

Lin Nieran opened the car door and sat down. The driver in front was the Master of the Taxi Weird Object, a Long Hair woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes and a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Dear passengers, please read the Rules before boarding, and don't die on the bus."