In this dark and eerie world, Han Fei told Xu Qin about the bright future.
There were ghosts and monsters everywhere, one wrong move and one's soul would vanish. Hope was the rarest thing in a place like this.
Han Fei was once a hopeless person. He was depressed, depressed and unlucky. He was too lazy to struggle.
But after he entered the cryptic world, he realized it was not that scary to be without hope, the scariest thing was living in endless despair, not knowing what hope was.
After getting to know the new neighbours, Han Fei could feel the change in his mentality. He realized how strong his will to survive was, how much he wanted to live his life.
His life had been changed by this hellish game, now he wanted to change the people around him.
Xu Qin was labeled as a madman by the system. Even the system description said that Xu Qin was a cursed amalgamation. Her condition was unstable but so what?
From Han Fei's perspective, Xu Qin had saved his life more than once, that was enough.
"Take a good rest, I'm still waiting for your cooking." Han Fei looked out the window. He saw the endless despair and the empty streets. "After we explore the area, we can open a delicatessen on this street. Your cooking is so good, it'll attract many things. Perhaps you can even cure their broken souls."
Xu Qin slowly recovered. Han Fei left the 5th floor.
…
Huang Yin's severely traumatized consciousness slowly recovered. When he opened his eyes, his body involuntarily curled into a ball. He was very afraid and his mind was unfocused.
"You're awake?"
A kind voice entered his ears. Huang Yin turned to the source of the voice cautiously.
Under the dim light, an old lady walked out from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly cooked porridge. "I saw your body is weak so I cooked a pot of porridge for you. Have some while it's hot."
The television was playing commercials. The house was decorated like it was decades ago, it was simple yet warm.
"I remember being chased by ghosts …" Huang Yin sat in bed for a long time. He realized his memory was getting blurry, it was as if something had hammered him in the head.
"You seem to have had a nightmare." The old lady scooped a bowl of soup for Huang Yin. "I saw you lying alone in the stairwell. I was afraid that you might catch a cold, so I carried you into the room. But after you lay down, you started talking nonsense."
"Is it really a dream? But that's too real. " Huang Yin sat up in bed. He could smell the fragrance of the porridge. Exhausted, he slowly picked up the bowl of porridge.
Touching his face in the steam, Huang Yin took a small sip.
The warmth flowed through his mouth and into his stomach. It was fragrant and warm, dispersing the chill in his body.
Holding the bowl in disbelief, Huang Yin's mind flashed with many gory images. The woman who crawled on the ceiling like a spider, the murderer with half his body burnt to a crisp, and the baby-faced man who tricked him into the room with a cracked mouth.
He shook his head desperately, and finally looked at the steaming porridge in his hand.
A simple bowl of porridge gave Huang Yin an indescribable feeling of warmth. He had never tasted such warm porridge before.
Holding the bowl of porridge with both hands, after escaping death, Huang Yin started to cry looking at it.
"What's wrong with you, child?" The old lady had no idea why Huang Yin was crying. She picked up the cloth from the table and handed it to Huang Yin. "You're a grown man, why are you crying?"
"No." Huang Yin sniffled and rubbed his swollen eyes. "Your porridge is so delicious. When my mother was still alive, she used to cook porridge for me."
"Are you reminded of your mother?"
"Yes." Huang Yin was not afraid of the heat. He took another big gulp of porridge. "When I was young, I was very naughty. One winter, I went to play by the lake and accidentally slipped in. The layer of ice was very thin. I screamed in the icy water and my mother jumped in to save me. She pushed me to the shore but she did not have the strength to climb back up herself. "
"Your mother is a great person."
"I've always blamed myself. Now that I have so much money, I can have everything I want, but I can't say I'm happy or unhappy. It's just that there's something missing in my heart." Huang Yin drank the porridge cooked by the old lady. His eyes were still red. "I rarely tell people about these things. Sometimes, I thought I've stopped thinking about it but in the nightmare earlier, I saw my mother again."
"You saw your mother?" The old lady was surprised.
"In that endless fear, just when I thought I was going to die, just when I had given up struggling, she appeared again." Huang Yin tried his best to remember. "Just like when I was young, she saved me from the brink of death. She entered the deepest part of my nightmare and saved me."
"Did you see her clearly?"
"No, but in that kind of nightmare, other than my mother, who would come to save me? They gave me the same feeling. " Huang Yin touched his heart. "This game has a way of capturing the softest light in one's heart. Perhaps it's trying to use this method to heal my pain …"
Just as Huang Yin mumbled to himself, the bedroom door was pushed open. A child saw the porridge and vegetables on the table. He opened his mouth to say, "I'm not going to eat …"
Before he finished, the old lady clamped her hand over the child's mouth.
Rubbing his swollen eyes, Huang Yin lowered his head and finished the porridge. "Actually, I'm a very cowardly person. I only dare to say things like that to the NPCs in the game."
He stood up and bowed deeply to the old lady. He then took out a lot of gifts from his inventory and placed them on the table. "Thank you for the porridge, but I can't calm down right now. I need to do something to confirm a hypothesis!"
Then, under the confused gaze of the old lady and the child, Huang Yin walked towards the bathroom.
He grabbed the bathroom door handle and turned back to look at the cozy little room. "Perhaps I understand the purpose of the hidden map now. This game has really exceeded my expectations. It strikes directly at my heart and soul."
Huang Yin slowly pushed open the bathroom door. Just as he was about to step into the bathroom, a hand fell on his back.
Endless Yin energy appeared instantly. Huang Yin's body morphed into a red light and crawled into the blood red menu.
The menu slowly returned to normal. Han Fei, who had just used Resurrection, slumped to the ground.
"Is Resurrection so draining on my body? It feels like my body has been hollowed out. "
Before Huang Yin woke up, Han Fei had already arrived at Meng Si's home. He was worried that Huang Yin would suffer from some kind of residual effects so he hid in the bedroom to observe. He only sent Huang Yin back to his room after he woke up.
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