Jiang Nuo sat down beside him, gently stroking Si Yan's hair, her gaze cold and deep.
"Assimilated by the system, willingly transforming from a challenger into a familiar face to the bosses in high-level dungeons."
Si Yan roughly understood, "Why would you, a perfectly good person, not...?"
He suddenly stopped and sat up in surprise.
" Feimina was suddenly possessed; Si Yong wasn't Si Yong from the moment he came in."
"Grandpa... do you know about this?"
Otherwise, contrary to his usual practice, he would have asked Si Yong to help repair the Dragon Vein, and left behind the strange words, "When we get to Feng Mountain, you will know."
Jiang Nuo hugged the person tightly, "Let's get through this game first, then we'll slowly find the answers."
For some reason, ever since those two old acquaintances appeared, Jiang Nuo felt a little uneasy.
He lowered his eyes, lay down beside Si Yan fully clothed, turned over and snuggled into her arms to sleep.
Meanwhile, off-screen, only the dim light from the live stream illuminated Si Mingde's study; the sofa and chairs were no longer swaying, and the study was empty.
The next morning, Jiang Nuo, now in a better mood, checked on Feimina's condition.
"She's been unconscious since last night. I got up three times last night to check on her, but there's no sign of her waking up."
Zhou Ling yawned softly. Her semi-permanent gothic eye makeup was a little smudged. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time before taking out a dark eyeshadow palette from her bag.
First, Tuoba Hong probed Feimina's mind with his mental power. After a moment, he shook his head and asked, "Could it be that your mental power is relatively weak? If you stay in this game arena for a long time, you will be easily assimilated."
Jiang Nuo was stirring milk porridge for Si Yan when she heard this and denied it, "No, the disasters that occur in low-level dungeons follow a pattern, and there won't be a problem of being assimilated by the BOSS."
He handed the milk porridge to Si Yan, wiped his hands, and checked on Feimina's condition.
Jiang Nuo peered inside for a moment, then pointed vaguely at Feimina's right ear, "Is that a tattoo?"
"Let me see." Zhou Ling brushed aside Feimina's long curly hair, pinched her earlobe and examined it closely. The faint black butterfly pattern on her skin looked strangely eerie.
"It's not a tattoo."
Zhou Ling was absolutely certain, casually lifting her ankle-length black skirt to reveal her long, slender, fair legs. "This is it."
The guests stared in deep thought at the demon tattoo covering the entire calf.
Tuoba Hong: "My Sister Ling is a force to be reckoned with."
[Holy crap, hahaha, I thought Zhou Ling was wearing stockings!]
"You never know what secrets a pretty woman might have under her skirt."
Si Yan: "Yesterday, before the monster possessing Feimina disappeared, a butterfly flew out of Feimina's ear."
Jiang Nuo nodded her left eye, agreeing, "The butterfly is the medium for the ultimate boss in this game."
Zhang Quan, unusually caught off guard by Jiang Nuo's train of thought, put down his water glass in confusion, "Who is the ultimate boss?"
How did I find the BOSS? How come he didn't know?
Jiang Nuo snapped his fingers and smiled meaningfully.
" The Nine-Headed Mountain God, the ugly monster in the temple, the so-called deity here."
Tuoba Hong finally became interested and asked happily, "Now that we know who the BOSS is, does that mean we can clear the game if we defeat him?"
Jiang Nuo: "I'm sorry, it's not possible."
He picked another flower from the corner to admire, peeling off the petals one by one.
"We must uncover the secrets of the Sleeping Village and reconstruct the whole story."
Si Yan sipped the only serving of milk porridge, looked up at Jiang Nuo, and voiced her guess.
"The villagers here have most likely intermarried recently, so their children are different from ordinary children, and each generation is worse than the last."
Zhang Quan: "If you're praying to the gods because you want a healthy child, what role do the butterflies and flowers play here?"
We don't know for sure yet.
Jiang Nuo withdrew the remaining Dark Power from Feimina's body. "She should be waking up soon."
The Flower Fair will start the following day and last for three days, with the God-Descending Assembly taking place on the third day.
For the past three days, Sleeping Village has remained a dreamlike, beautiful, and frenzied place. Everyone spends their days in a frenzy of excitement, and then strange and unusual things happen to them at night, until the sun rises, and the cycle repeats itself.
The guest group used this time to visit several other villagers who seemed even stranger, which basically confirmed Si Yan's conjecture.
They only wanted to reproduce, but they were extremely averse to intermarriage with people of other tribes. This practice continued for generations, and the blood ties between the men and women who became husband and wife became increasingly strong.
In this beautiful dream, even if the children turned into monsters, they would not be treated differently, and no more pain would torment the villagers, so the vast majority of them were unwilling to wake up.
Those who realize it's all a dream and try to escape become monsters in a different sense.
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The closing day of the Flower Market, God-Descending Assembly.
All the villagers got up very early, embracing each other, creating a harmonious and lively scene.
At the moment the sun appeared, they all went to the side of Immortal Lake without prior arrangement, and they also needed to make sure that Jiang Nuo was sitting there without moving.
In fact, Jiang Nuo was carried here by a swarm of butterflies, experiencing a unique kind of flight in her lifetime.
Si Yan and the rest of the guest group sat not far away, only two or three meters apart.
As the sun gradually rises, Immortal Lake becomes sparkling and dazzling, the green shade and fragrant flowers on the ground attract butterflies that flutter around.
If you ignore the fact that few of the people sitting on the lawn are normal humans, it's actually quite beautiful.