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When Qi Si and Lin Chen returned to the inn, Fu Jue's group was already sitting inside. Sang Ji sat behind the counter, his cloudy eyes set under wrinkled eyelids, staring unblinkingly at the players in the hall. Fu Jue picked up a crumpled booklet from the table and handed it to the late-arriving Qi Si: "Clue one: NPCs in the instance who haven't completed their atonement have the primary task of delivering us. Deliverance must follow…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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"How much is this prayer wheel?" Qi Si asked the shopkeeper. This was a shop specializing in esoteric Buddhist artifacts. On the wooden table directly opposite the door was an idol of Mahakala, with six arms spread wide and waving; on the side shelf were various ritual implements: Kapala bowls and bone horns, Rodapin and human skin drums. Most numerous were the prayer wheels. The shopkeeper, clad in a kasaya, sat cross-legged on a futon, eyes tightly shut, turning prayer beads with his left hand,…
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People resist aging, not just because they fear the final outcome of death at the end of time, but also because they resent the weakening of their bodies, unwilling to see a soul, made heavy and powerful by the accumulation of time and experience, trapped within a frail and powerless physique. Some have fabricated the legend of achieving immortality after death and spread it as a fundamental truth. This beautiful lie is widely accepted by people as spiritual solace; they believe that after death, they…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 410 – Snow Mountain (10): “Playing the thighbone trumpet and the kapala while singing loud.”
“In-depth cooperation and sharing clues?” Lin Chen paused on the stairs, startled by Fu Jue's proposal. He knew it was the best way to clear this instance, and he was, on paper, the guild leader of the Unnamed Guild—he ought to negotiate with Fu Jue. The problem was… his current state was off. He still remembered his identity and the basics of the Eerie Game, but who knew whether he'd give himself away mid-conversation? Worse, he couldn't tell whether his…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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"Turning back into a child" was an abstract expression, but combined with Yu Su's current behavior, the players felt that only such an expression could vividly summarize the current situation. Since last night, Yu Su's state had been off. First, she spoke rudely to Lu Li, then she pointed out issues with the rice regardless of the occasion, and this morning she was weeping over a companion's death—this was definitely not the behavior of a mature player. Qualification for…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The wind and the singing had faded into the distance, as had the cold around him. Qi Si stood up, realizing his height only reached the bedside. He wore a long red robe embroidered with gold, its sleeves tangled around his limbs, fluttering with each step. Barefoot, he laboriously pushed open the wooden door and stepped into a world filled with light. The blinding light, enough to cause blindness, filled every corner. Qi Si half-closed his eyes, slowed his pace, and cautiously…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In Room 9, Xu Yao lay on the wooden bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Although she had long since become a ghost and had soaked at the bottom of a well for centuries, her pursuit of quality of life had returned after resting in Qijia Village for a while. She found this inn disagreeable no matter how she looked at it. The bedboards were too hard and in disrepair, creaking with the slightest turn; the bedding hadn't been aired out in who knows how long, and the damp,…
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"Let's see if there are any useful clues first." Qi Si withdrew his gaze and walked toward the nightstand on the left side of the wooden bed, pulling open drawers one by one to search. Lin Chen nodded and began searching the nightstand on the right, deliberately avoiding the Six-Armed Mahakala statue on the desk, as if a simple touch would bring misfortune. He felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. In the 'Rose Manor' instance, he and Qi Si had shared a room and collected clues this way…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Dong Xiwen arrived at the inn at the foot of the Snow Mountain in the evening. Under the dim sky, the Snow Mountain appeared in shades of gray and white, looking desolate and ominous like a grave. He could have arrived earlier, but Qi Si seemed interested in everything, stubbornly dragging them from one shop to the next, ignoring the increasingly dangerous look in the messenger's eyes. As an indentured servant with no personal freedom, Dong Xiwen could only follow along blankly with another…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The old man put down the rice basin and returned to the counter for bowls. A total of twenty-two bowls were stacked in four piles and placed steadily on the table. The players each took a wooden bowl, filled it with rice, and found a corner to sit down. Shuomeng stepped forward and chatted with the old man, quickly gathering most of the information. The old man's name was Sang Ji, the owner of this inn. He managed everything alone, and it was hard to say how much effort and how many…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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