"...Jenny." Wen Zheliu suddenly raised his head. This sentence was just like the final reminder she brought to him in Happy Dawson's world. It seemed to contain some extremely crucial mystery, "You mean..."
His mind moved, and he quickly thought of some possibility.
The girl's silvery laughter echoed with the mist: "I didn't say anything."
Du Zijun was confused: "What do you mean? Spring water that rejuvenates youth, is there such a thing in the world?"
"Who knows." Long Ji said in a leisurely tone, "Call me if you need anything, Miko."
The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and were simultaneously dissipated in the roar of raging fire and murder. He Qin kept covering Wen Zheliu's eyes to prevent him from facing the tragedy so close at hand.
"Did you hear that?" He Qin touched his back soothingly, like smoothing the hair of a frightened deer, "It's okay, it's okay... As soon as tonight is over, we will go to the monastery tomorrow morning. As long as we solve the puzzles in this world , they will also be saved."
Wen Zheliu's body was still trembling slightly. He had experienced so many wars and deaths in the Uncanny Valley, but in the face of such a disparity in strength, the blood in his body still felt like it was boiling. Every bone felt hot and trembling.
"…Okay," he said, "we will solve the mystery of this world, no matter who its client is."
At this time, on the top of the mountain in the distance, in the sky above the monastery, a dull bell suddenly sounded.
The sound was broad and deep, like tangible waves, advancing slowly and resolutely in all directions. It was so far away several times that even if it was noisy and chaotic around them, the four people could clearly hear the sound.
An even more bizarre sight appeared: after the bells reverberated, the surrounding voices, burning sounds, slashing sounds, and cries all disappeared; countless swaying shadows, flickering flames, corpses, and deaths that plundered lives. All disappeared. Everything is like the residue left after filtering, leaving only the charred and silent houses all over the place, and the embers blown up by the wind.
The phantom disappeared, and they seemed to be standing in the tide that suddenly receded, staring blankly at the mess left behind.
"...What is this?" Xie Yuanyuan took two steps forward. He squatted down and wiped his two fingers on the ground, staining them with stale ash. "This...is this what the town originally looked like?"
"It looks right," Du Zijun turned around, "Everything we have experienced before..."
He Qin said: "It's true, but it's also false."
"They are like ghosts lost in the vortex of time," Wen Zheliu said, "Or to put it another way... just like Cinderella attending the ball. The jewelry and costumes are real, the golden carriage is real, and the glass slippers are real, too. You can see it and touch it, but after twelve o'clock at midnight, they will all return to their original form."
"It's just that they are 10,000 times worse off than Cinderella." He Qin added, "They have to experience death again before they can return to their original state."
Burnt ashes flew over, the two old horses snorted restlessly, and the coachman collapsed in a pile of decayed bricks, his face darkened by sleep.
Xie Yuanyuan asked: "What should we do now? The place to live is gone, and people are forced to watch an unpleasant replay of the scene... Should we leave for the monastery now?"
"No." He Qin replied, "What time is it now?"
Wen Zheliu called up the system and replied: "One o'clock... just after."
"We will stay here." He Qin said, "There is still a critical point in time that we need to note down."
Du Zijun squinted his eyes, stared at the outline of the monastery on the mountain, and whispered: "What's going on with the ringing of the bell? It seems that the monastery has taken care of the affairs of this town, so it still needs to entrust us to solve the haunting?"
"At one o'clock, everyone in the town will be wiped out," Wen Zheliu stood among the ruins and thought, "At the same time, the monastery will ring the bell. How long will it take to complete a cycle of life-destruction-rebirth? What does this time mean? What are you wearing?"
He Qin said: "Wait and see, don't be impatient."
"By the way," Du Zijun suddenly said, "Where are the four people from Fire of the World? If this world is a simultaneous mission, then they should be with us."
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"They may not be willing to stay in the carriage obediently." Wen Zheliu smiled, "That's why I find it troublesome. Maybe they are lurking in the dark and eavesdropping on our conversation."
Du Zijun sneered: "It would be great if that were the case. I also want to ask what kind of rat poison Li Rong took. How did he lose his brain? Are the things of the Holy Nun so easy to touch?"
When He Qin heard this, he pondered for a moment, suddenly turned around, and the remaining people said: "I have never told you about the composition of Muspelheim, right?"
Wen Zheliu thought about it carefully: "...you really didn't say that."
"I only know that they are a group of mad scientists, but I really don't know much else," Du Zijun shrugged, "After all, this is your n-star's family affair."
Xie Yuanyuan said nothing, eagerly waiting for He Qin to explain.
"I'm really not sure which old staff he has recruited back." He Qin pinched the bridge of his nose, "In addition to being scientific researchers with no moral bottom line, these people were also former N-star executives and were very dissatisfied with the virtual world. He Qin pinched the bridge of his nose. Based on each person's characteristics, Rui imported matching attribute data for them in Nova City, making them just like real mythical characters with corresponding abilities."
"Currently we have only met... three members." Wen Zheliu counted, "Jiamu is the first known member we have killed, because the people in Long Ji's world who were shot to death by York Haining's arrows are not known yet. , the remaining ones are Skull and Hati from the previous world. Indeed... they all retain their own uniqueness."
Wen Zheliu thought in her heart, the hound Garmu, the sun and moon devouring Skull and Hati, who are the people in this world who will come to disturb the situation
"Muspelheim has a total of nine main subordinate members," He Qin said. "Except for the three above, there are also Jormungandr, Fenrir, Hela, Ymir, and Surtur. And Nidhogg.”
"...Twilight of the Gods." Wen Zheliu couldn't help but say, "The giant earthly python Jörmungandr, the giant wolf Fenrir that devours the world, the goddess of death Hela, the ancestor of the frost giant Ymir, the flame giant Surtur, including Nidhogg, the Dragon of Despair eating away at the World Tree... these together are equal to the entire Twilight of the Gods."
"—and the destruction and rebirth of the world." He Qin smiled slightly, "The last time Skull and Hati were suppressed and beaten by us, it was purely because of the home disadvantage. The fear of the Holy Sisters escaping outweighed their calculations against us. Players who are divided into different camps at the beginning have no way out, and that’s not necessarily the case this time.”
"So who do you think is coming this time?" Du Zijun asked.
"There should be three people coming this time." He Qin replied.
Wen Zheliu was quiet for a moment and said: "Hela, Fenrir, Jormungandr."
He Qin turned his eyes, looked at him with good eyes and smiled: "How did Ning Ning know?"
"In Norse mythology, these three are all children of the evil god Loki." Wen Zheliu unconsciously tapped his palms, "Children of the god of lies, tricks and mischief, will He Rui let them inherit the characteristics of the mythical bloodline? ? The wind chimes in Yuanyuan’s hands, including the so-called NPC who was able to hand the wind chimes to him despite no one paying attention to it... Could this be a coincidence? I don’t know.”
"If you say yes, then there's a good chance that that's it." Du Zijun said, "Do they really have this ability?"
He Qin smiled.
"Ning Ning is really smart." He nodded and praised, "Even in He Rui's hands, they are absolutely special trump cards. Separately, the three of them have their own abilities; together, the three of them can jointly trigger the evil spirit. Loki’s characteristics: lies, deception, and many faces.”
"... Then I really thank them." Xie Yuanyuan complained softly, "It's quite insidious."
As time passed slowly, the airtight blackness in the night sky seemed to be gradually diluted, revealing a hazy deep blue. At the same time, the dust beneath their feet was also changing slightly.
—The scorched earth slowly condensed together, stacking up to an inconspicuous height; the collapsed masonry trembled, and the house was like a huge magnet, attracting the iron filings-like fragments to move forward; the carbonized black parts faded and evaporated , collecting tiny soot in the air and gathering them all on the surface... This change cannot escape the player's eyes. Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Xie Yuanyuan glanced at the time: "It's four o'clock sharp now!"
They seemed to be watching a high-level, but silent pantomime. Looking back on time was like a long river flowing backwards, smoothing out all the traces of washing in the waves. Every piece of withered thatch gathers its original appearance on the ground and flies back to the corner where they once stayed; the destroyed houses are rebuilt, the collapsed roof ridges are rebuilt, the dead people are reborn, and their skin fades away from the scars , the flesh expels bullets, and the charred and torn clothes return to an intact state. Everything seemed to be turned upside down. They stood up from the ground while maintaining their fallen posture, retreated, retreated, and restored their escape postures, frightened screams and futile resistance to a standing posture of calm gaze. The weapons and torches returned to the hands of the thugs, and the arrogant and distorted expressions on their faces were extremely vivid. They also retreated and retreated, taking all the killing and atrocities into their own hands, and retreated out of the town to the invisible horizon.
In the restarted timeline, the door of the house was open, and people in pajamas walked into their homes one by one. Wen Zheliu saw Grace. She was wearing a neat black veil, with a few strands of red hair exposed, and her face changed from the most panicked. From fear to idle curiosity, she gathered up the front of her loose nightgown, and "pop", the door closed.
The sky was dim, the streets were neat and quiet, the coachman was sleeping soundly, and the old horse's shoes made the only loud knocking sound on the stable floor.