Chapter 42
Five hours later.
The party, dancing, candlelight, jewelry, the whispers of people.
Juliet and Romeo fell in love at first sight, two pairs of equally beautiful eyes looking at each other, brimming with endless sweet nothings.
This is how the plot was supposed to develop.
But right now, this party where love was supposed to quietly blossom was currently letting slaughter run rampant.
Juliet was shivering behind Wei Yanchi. Right now they were located at the very top of the mansion, hiding behind the cover of the rooftop plants. Juliet’s puffy dress, which was hard to hide, had been completely stripped off. Right now, her desire to live has reached its peak.
Looking down, below was an extremely terrifying scene. Those gentlemen and ladies were fleeing like vagrants. Pearl, holding a pitchfork, was surrounded by strong lions, lifting her up like a queen.
Her tone was unbelievably sweet, “Why are you screaming like this? It’s simply too disappointing. You should keep dancing, I like dancing.”
That’s what she said, but the pitchfork in her hand was thrown out viciously, piercing through a fleeing gentleman. Everyone was screaming, running for their lives.
But human speed cannot outrun fierce lions.
So the entire party was a one-sided massacre!
Juliet covered her face and wept.
“Oh, my Romeo, he is too miserable, he’s already dead, and I had only just fallen in love with him! Why must the world be so cruel to me?”
Hu Wei and Yue Xiamo stood at the outermost edge of the balcony. Yue Xiamo was impatient hearing Juliet’s crying, while Hu Wei was still looking outward, and then said something with a pale face.
“Night has already fallen, but Mr. 39 still hasn’t appeared. The residents in the town turn into ghosts every night, and right now it’s very dangerous outside the party.”
“It’s quite dangerous inside the party too,” Yue Xiamo said coldly.
“The important thing for us right now is to save our own lives. You know how powerful 39 is, don’t you? He doesn’t need your worrying about him. What do you say? Wei Yanchi.”
Yue Xiamo turned her head to look, only to find Wei Yanchi’s expression was equally solemn.
“You…”
“I’m just thinking, if there are three players in a screening room, each reasonably allocated screening room should have at least one or more veteran players. And the fourth screening room, which we haven’t been able to find, absolutely couldn’t have been completely wiped out. There should be a veteran player clearing the level in this place. Why haven’t we seen that veteran player now?” Wei Yanchi said calmly.
“Maybe you’re overthinking it, he’s already dead.” Yue Xiamo said.
“There is another possibility, perhaps I am not overthinking it, and he is someone from the Club.” Wei Yanchi’s gaze was very cold.
“I know there is a person in the Club who possesses absolute luck and the ability to make others ignore him. Under his deliberate approach, no one can survive a day.”
Hearing this, Hu Wei was a bit confused.
“That ability is quite formidable, and what organization is the Club? Why are you speaking in that tone?”
“Oh, because I only remember his ability and forgot his name, so he has always said he wants to take revenge on me and make me remember him.” Wei Yanchi’s brows furrowed tightly, and he couldn’t help but say irritably.
“Mr. 39 didn’t make it over, he might have run into this guy.”
Hu Wei suddenly widened her eyes.
“Then what do we do? Can Mr. 39 deal with him? You! This is a disaster you provoked, quickly think of a way. That guy you mentioned doesn’t sound like a normal person at all!” She said anxiously.
“I know.”
Wei Yanchi’s black jade-like eyes looked out the window, dark and obscure. The low air pressure around his whole body made his usually high-spirited aura become terrifying, making people not dare to approach.
He said calmly and with certainty, “I am going to Limbo.”
Going deeper into the dream during deep sleep, or dying, will lead to entering Limbo. A person who enters Limbo will lose their memory from before they entered, unable to distinguish between reality and the dream.
If that person from the Club really wanted to cause trouble for him, it was highly likely they would take 39 into Limbo with them.
…………
The Volga River began to freeze. In the distant northern winter, cold and long, snow also began to fall from the sky. On this vast land, the most common sight was coniferous forests.
Hu Songlin was dressed very warmly, holding a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, sitting on a bench in the northern country, feeling very bored.
He casually tore open a lottery ticket, and sure enough, it was the same answer—this time he also won the first prize.
Might as well just throw it away.
The snow seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, filling the air with dry, cold air. He should go back earlier, otherwise his body would suffer from the cold.
But whatever, no one would care about him, no one would notice him. The people in the Club were also a bunch of idiots, actually not knowing that he existed among them, such a careless bunch of guys. Being suppressed by the laboratory is also to be expected, right.
Actually, this is still fine. What he hated the most were people who clearly remembered his name but then forgot it. So annoying.
The hot cocoa went cold in his hand. He tossed it aside casually and looked forward indifferently, but then his expression paused, and a hint of confusion flashed through his eyes.
There was actually a person looking at him.
The snow and the person in front of him were a perfect match. His cold, white fingers and the tip of his nose had already been blown red by the wind.
“Are you… looking at me?”
Hearing his confused question, a bit of mockery surfaced in the green eyes of the person in front of him.
“Eh? Do we know each other?
”
Before he could react, the Glock had already been aimed at his head at some unknown point. The trigger was pulled, it missed, narrowly grazing his cheek. Some blood flowed out on his face, but quickly congealed again.
Hu Songlin now confirmed that the man had come specifically to kill him, but he didn’t panic at all. Instead, he laughed.
“Hey, before you kill me, can you answer a question for me? Do you know my name?”
Xie De indicated that he wouldn’t be able to forget it in this lifetime. Laughable—if it wasn’t for this guy, would he have ended up in this state?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, his eyes growing colder. The Glock in his hand fired a few more bullets. This time it hit, but didn’t hit any vitals. Damn it!
This damned luck emperor.
Hu Songlin was still clamoring.
“What the heck, you don’t even know the name of the person you’re trying to kill?”
“Hu Songlin.”
Hu Songlin froze for a moment. Mr. Killer’s gun was pressed directly against his head, his eyes full of suppressed anger, making it seem like he had done something incredibly treasonous, filling the space between them with a personal grudge, provoking this gentleman to absolutely have to kill him.
“Do we know each other?”
“Heh, it doesn’t matter if you forgot, as long as I remember.” The killer said thusly.
Hu Songlin blinked blankly. This was the first time. The first time he had forgotten someone else, instead of someone else forgetting him. Life truly is unpredictable. One second he was lamenting that no one remembered him, and the next second someone came over holding a gun, very passionately expressing that not only did they remember, but they could also take his life.
With a bang, the gun fired again.
Hu Songlin took two bullets, but he still ran like a cunning rabbit. Struggling to run far away, he turned his head and shouted.
“Wait! Can you tell me your name?”
What responded to him were two gunshots.
………
Damn it, damn it, let that kid get away again.
Xie De was expressionless, so angry he was going crazy, his whole body exuding hostility.
“Gibberish, why can’t this guy share half his luck with me? Why?!”
“Don’t worry, Host, he is at low health now. Let’s rush over and give him the final blow! I refuse to believe he won’t die from this.”
That’s right, they were currently in Limbo. However, the situation was a bit special. Because Gibberish was protecting his subconscious, Xie De hadn’t lost his memory.
In the Romeo and Juliet second dream level, he did indeed strike first to gain the upper hand, but he underestimated Hu Songlin’s luck level. The final result was that the two of them fell into Limbo together.
The current situation was that Xie De hadn’t lost his memory and clearly knew where he had ended up, so all the scenes before him were constructed from Hu Songlin’s subconscious.
If he wanted to get out, there were only two ways.
One was to kill Hu Songlin.
Two was for Hu Songlin to commit suicide.
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Damnnnn if Hu Songlin wasn’t so crazy this wouldn’t have happened….and I’m surprised how much I like the side characters and I’ve mentioned it before in comments but I’m still curious about Xie De’s exact age…..he’s in his twenties so like 22-23?