I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng thought Jiang Chi would give him a task immediately, but unexpectedly Jiang Chi asked him to rest in the hotel for a few days. He had already paid half a month's accommodation and food expenses in advance.

His information column also underwent some changes after joining the guild.

[Player level: E level (5927 points are needed to reach D level)

Number of fans: 401

Number of copies cleared: 2

Points: 220

Guild: Hui]

The name of the guild created by Jiang Chi is "Hui".

The choice of this word is very interesting. "Sui" and "Hui" are synonyms. It means "follow the huoling road, the road is long and difficult."

Song Guicheng can also see the guild’s information on the guild’s detailed interface.

In the guild rankings, "Hui" is ranked first by a landslide, with nearly half more points than the second place "Tianlianghaogeqiu".

Song Guicheng silently glanced over the name "It's a good day" and thought that this guild president was a man of character.

However, there are not many members in the "Hui" guild, with a total of more than a thousand. Compared with other guilds that often have thousands or even tens of thousands of members, it is considered very small.

However, whether it was the guild leader Jiang Chi, the proprietress of Xingke, or Haixi and Dingxiang whom he had met, they all showed extraordinary strength.

This guild perfectly illustrates what it means to be few but good.

"Sister, what is the daily work of our guild?" Song Guicheng humbly asked the boss's wife for advice.

The lady boss thought about it silently for a while and said, "Hmm... Hmm... Well, let's just develop freely."

Song Guicheng: "..."

Later he found out that there was actually a clear division of labor in the guild, such as the Business Department and the Intelligence Department. You could tell what they did just by hearing the names.

There is also a department that specializes in clearing copies. Its name is out of tune with other departments, and it is called the Retrospective Department.

They need to lead guild members to clear dungeons, and the corresponding guild will provide subsidies and benefits. They can also take jobs privately and receive points as compensation.

Seeing him browsing the forum enthusiastically, the lady boss asked, "Do you want me to introduce you to new customers?"

The dungeon world is extremely dangerous. There are few people willing to enter it, and even fewer who are willing to lead others through the dungeon. Therefore, members of the Retrospective Department in the "Hui" guild are usually in short supply.

Song Guicheng shook his head. He knew he didn't have the ability to do so, but he secretly asked the proprietress how many points Jiang Chi needed to take over once.

After hearing this, the proprietress sneered and replied, "It's worth a fortune."

Song Guicheng didn't understand why for a moment, but the proprietress patted him on the shoulder and said that he would understand later.

He lived here for more than a week, and Xiaohua became familiar with the proprietress. She even made several sets of Hanfu for Xiaohua herself.

The picture of fish playing in the water outlined by gold thread is vivid. After Xiaohua puts it on, she looks like a little person in a picture magazine, but she still refuses to eat food outside the copy.

"She is a prop in the dungeon. Her normal body functions can only operate within the dungeon." The proprietress was teasing Xiaohua with a paper rabbit in her hand.

After sleeping in the luxury room for a few nights, Song Guicheng's mental state was much better than before. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his sleep quality was much better than in an ordinary room.

The proprietress raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you think the luxury room is luxurious only in decoration?" The mental power gained from resting in rooms of different levels is also different.

The mental damage sustained in the dungeon can only be repaired outside the dungeon. Once it reaches 0, the person will be automatically eliminated. This is why Jiang Chi asked him to find a hotel to rest as soon as possible that day.

If you don't consider points, living in the Soul Tracking World is still a very happy thing. The mountains here are beautiful, the air is fresh, and the public security is pretty good. It is an ideal city to live in.

Song Guicheng also learned from the proprietress that the Soul-Tracing game has different requirements for players of different levels, and players of each level have a fixed number of dungeon clearing tasks each month.

However, because the points earned in the dungeon are far from enough to support their lives in the Soul-Tracing World, players who are unwilling to enter the dungeon will work during their rest time to earn extra money.

It turns out that even in this world I can't escape the fate of being a worker, Song Guicheng thought a little sadly.

Two days later in the afternoon, Song Guicheng was sitting by the window reading a book while Xiaohua was folding paper beside him. The proprietress suddenly came in to inform him that Fan Qingrou had been found.

Jiang Chi drove over to pick him up, and the red-haired guy was also with him.

The two exchanged names. This boy who looked very non-mainstream actually had a very delicate name: Chang Wenqi.

Chang Wenqi was driving an SUV, Jiang Chi was sitting in the passenger seat, and Song Guicheng hadn't spoken to Chang Wenqi since they exchanged names, and he just sat in the back seat silently.

The two people in front were chatting about some guild matters, and they didn't avoid Song Guicheng. Song Guicheng was not interested in these things at all, and simply leaned against the car window to look at the scenery outside.

Although the facilities in Moon City have a strong ancient charm, the people's attire and the means of transportation they use are all modern.

However, no one cares what you wear here. Song Guicheng even saw a player cosplaying as a murloc with a fish headgear and bare legs on the street.

Passersby glanced at it but showed no surprise.

After all, in this world, survival has become a huge problem, who has the energy to pay attention to others?

The car gradually drove away from the outer city area and approached the central city area. The flow of people increased and the street was bustling with traffic.

Song Guicheng couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Jiang Chi glanced at him through the rearview mirror and said, "You'll know in a moment."

Finally, Chang Wenqi's SUV slowly stopped in front of a quiet building.

Song Guicheng got off the car and took a look at the building in front of him. The building was about four stories high, exquisite and delicate, with green curtains hanging high and willow flowers tied in front of the door.

The sign on the rooftop shone brightly under the sunlight, with three words written on it: Bilan Pavilion.

It was already three or four in the afternoon. The store was dimly lit, with the lights off. Compared to the bustling shops next to and across the street, it seemed very deserted.

As soon as he walked in, the strong scent of powder assaulted Song Guicheng's nose, and he instantly understood where this place was.

He was a little surprised and turned to look at the two people behind him. Chang Wenqi patted his head and said, "What are you thinking about? This is just a teahouse."

Song Guicheng: I don’t believe it.

Jiang Chi had made arrangements in advance, so as soon as the three of them entered the store, the manager took them to a side hall on the second floor, where a woman in a cheongsam with a curvy figure was sitting inside waiting for them.

She had her usual frivolous look on her face. When she saw the three handsome men coming in, she gently fanned the fan in her hand and said in a tender voice, "Master~"

This sound was so complicated that an ordinary man would not be able to resist it. However, Song Guicheng was calm. He looked at the woman in front of him quietly. Her facial features were indeed very similar to those of the girl in the copy.

It’s just that the girl in the copy is pretty and elegant, while the girl in front of him is enchanting and charming, two completely opposite temperaments.

"You are Fan Qingrou, right?" Song Guicheng sat down opposite her.

"Yes, it's me." She stroked her hair with her snow-white hands.

Song Guicheng said: "Your sister wants me to convey something to you."

With a "click", the fan in Fan Qingrou's hand fell to the ground. She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bent down to pick it up, with a hint of panic on her face.

But soon she regained her composure: "Master, you're joking. My sister has been dead for a long time." The smile on her face was flawless and there was nothing unusual about it.

Song Guicheng sighed and told Fan Qingrou what the girl said before she died.

The woman was silent for a moment, her eyes moved slightly, she covered her face with a fan and chuckled: "That's really rare, a dead person can still be seen in the dungeon."

He looked as if he didn't care at all.

Song Guicheng didn't know what had happened between the two sisters or what kind of conflict they had, but he had already conveyed the message to the girl as requested.

But before leaving, Song Guicheng asked her, "Who is Eleven?" This was the girl's name for Yang Hanhai.

Who knew that Fan Qingrou's answer would make Song Guicheng stand there in a daze for a long time.

Fan Qingrou said: "That was the doll she picked up in the copy where she died."