Recognizing Reality

"Go? Where are we going again?" Chen Xiyao asked immediately as Feng Xue got up. She had finally settled down, why did they have to move again?

"My previous estimate was too conservative. This place is still not close enough to the outer wall. We might have to go back and forth constantly. Staying here might attract suspicion..."

As Feng Xue spoke, he suddenly looked at Chen Xiyao with a strange expression before adding:

"Besides, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it in."

"Hold what in?" Although Chen Xiyao obediently followed Feng Xue, she couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Feng Xue rolled his eyes and said:

"Going to the bathroom."

"What does that have to do with going to the bathroom? Are you planning to move next to a public toilet? That would be too dirty!"

Chen Xiyao was born in the 90s. She had seen squat toilets as a child, and even in elementary school, social studies classes taught them how to flush pit latrines... As they walked, she had indeed associated this area with a slum. The thought of living next to a pit latrine made her scalp tingle.

"Not a public toilet, but this place doesn't have toilets at all. People in our world don't need to use the bathroom," Feng Xue explained helplessly. Chen Xiyao, mimicking Feng Xue's earlier action, rolled her eyes:

"What kind of Eastern Idol trope is that?"

However, after their eyes met for a moment, Chen Xiyao finally became uneasy. Looking at his handsome and serious face, she asked nervously:

"Are you serious?"

"Yes." Feng Xue nodded solemnly, then pointed vaguely toward the distant outer wall with his hand:

"From now on, if you need to use the bathroom, you'll have to go outside that wall. After all, no one here uses the toilet. If anyone detects an odor, it will be easy to discover that you are an Outsider."

"An odor..." Chen Xiyao's face flushed slightly at his words, but seeing Feng Xue already walking forward, she knew there was no time to dwell on it and quickly followed.

As the initial tension and excitement of crossing over gradually faded with Feng Xue's indifferent demeanor, she finally began to feel a sense of fear. Looking at Feng Xue's back, which seemed unchanging no matter what happened, she suddenly remembered that in her nervousness, she had forgotten to ask the most important question—

"Um, why were those people chasing me?"

"To be precise, they were only chasing, not trying to kill you," Feng Xue corrected her, his back still to the girl.

"Not trying to kill me? Then why was I running?" A question mark seemed to pop up above Chen Xiyao's head. She heard Feng Xue continue as if he had merely taken a breath:

"They just wanted to torment you in various ways, leaving you with psychological trauma you'll never forget, even until death."

"Isn't that even worse? And where did I offend them?" Chen Xiyao felt terrible listening to Feng Xue. She did suspect Feng Xue was deliberately creating tension, but the problem was, whenever she looked north now, she could see lights constantly spreading and extending. Clearly, the other party was searching for her.

As for the idea that she was being dragged down by this man...

Chen Xiyao never thought that. After all, the man had been so agile earlier. If he hadn't been carrying her, escaping should have been easy. In contrast, he could have easily escaped on his own but chose to bring her, a stranger. This in itself was a manifestation of goodwill, wasn't it?

After all, no one would deliberately bring a burden along while escaping just to cause trouble, right?

Of course, if Chen Xiyao had transmigrated as a soul, she might have considered whether the body she possessed belonged to some mafia princess, but since she was physically transmigrated, she couldn't possibly gain any extra attributes for no reason.

Feng Xue was currently quite satisfied with Chen Xiyao's behavior. She wasn't making a fuss or being overly suspicious. Of course, it was also possible that she was an idiot who believed whatever anyone told her. But either way, she was easier to handle than a rebellious girl.

And when faced with such an obedient person, Feng Xue didn't mind explaining a bit—

"You said earlier that my name sounded like someone from Yan Country... Have you heard the story of Journey to the West?"

"Journey to the West? Of course, I've heard of it, but I don't know if it's the same story you're talking about..." Chen Xiyao found it a bit strange to suddenly hear the name of one of the Four Great Classical Novels of China, but she answered as precisely as possible: "Um, are you talking about a story about a monk taking a strong monkey, a lazy pig, and an insignificant water demon to the West to obtain scriptures?"

"Yes, that's the one. You know Tang Sanzang, right? You're pretty much like that monk now. Anyone who knows about your existence wants to capture you."

Feng Xue said the cruel words in the most indifferent tone, and Chen Xiyao finally understood her predicament.

For a moment, the two fell silent again.

In reality, walking on the street together at this time was a bit dangerous. However, Feng Xue wore a hooded cloak, which helped avoid some trouble.

Although the Assassin Set's Stealth was a single-target skill, usually when there were other people around you, if you had little presence, people would focus their attention on those next to you. The Stealth effect was even better than walking alone on the street.

Although Chen Xiyao was from the outside world, the characteristics of an outsider were not very obvious in this world. At this moment, her daring to walk "alone" on the road would not arouse suspicion.

The two walked for about five or six minutes through the ghost-like night streets of the Landfill Area before finding a suitable residence. It was only about a hundred meters from the outer wall, with no footprints around, indicating it had been abandoned for a long time. Several nearby houses were also uninhabited, which not only reduced the risk of exposure but also allowed for effective modifications.

Although this was how Feng Xue saw it, Chen Xiyao clearly didn't feel the same. Even though she tried her best to hide her disgust, looking at the house, which was even more dilapidated than the previous one with a large hole in the roof, she couldn't help but ask:

"Can this house really be lived in?"

"The temperature in the Landfill Area is constant. You won't catch a cold even if you sleep on the street. Compared to the function of traditional houses, living in a house is more about satisfying human habits,"

Feng Xue explained coldly. After checking the room, he confirmed there were no particularly dangerous spots and then walked directly to the door, turning back to the girl and saying:

"I'll go get some water. Stay here and don't move."

Why are there so many King Crimson...

The consumption of [Knowledge] in the real world is a thousand times that of the Infinite City. You can think of the air in the Infinite City as having the necessary "oxygen" for [Nothingness] to live, while the real world does not. Therefore, the consumption increases significantly in the real world. In other words, the [Knowledge] that can sustain life for a day in the Infinite City is only enough for a little over a minute of activity in the real world.

Before becoming a Supernatural Tale, one has no ability to obtain [Knowledge] from the real world. If Feng Xue had gone directly through the Gate with them, he would have evaporated in no time.