Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

The candlelight seemed to be lit in reverse, and the flame suddenly went out without a single flicker in between. The moonlight poured into the room through the open window, preventing the room from being plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Xiao lost interest in reading, so he closed the book and looked out the window.

He remembered the strange feeling he had during the day, and now the candlelight had gone out again. Could he have really encountered a ghost?

But this doesn’t seem to be a horror world, right?

Before he could wonder why such a thought came to his mind, the room was lit up again. The candlelight suddenly rekindled, but it was no longer the reassuring orange-yellow color, but turned into blue, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The dim firelight silently told of some kind of resentment. It reflected on the walls of the room, adding a bit of eeriness to the room.

Xiao was startled.

Soon, he calmed down and looked at the candle that had been lit again, trying to find out what was wrong with it.

The green flames danced, like a pair of lively eyes, mocking his frightened state.

For some reason, Xiao felt that this feeling was somewhat familiar.

“It’s so easy to scare.”

Red Xiao stood behind Xiao with his arms folded across his chest, and the latter was completely unaware of his presence.

It's like there's a one-way mirror between them. Red Xiao can see everything Xiao says and does, but no matter what he does on this side, Xiao on the other side can't see or hear it. He just relies on his extraordinary intuition to feel something unnatural.

After Hong Xiao came out of his own illusion, he was entangled by Yao. Fortunately, Yao was seriously injured in the battle with Huang Guxuan, so he had room to maneuver.

There are many illusions here, and he doesn't know which one the other self is in, so he plans to explode with Yao directly and destroy the Eclipse Dream World from the source. However, as soon as he had this thought, he was accidentally swept away by the new illusion.

Coincidentally, another self was in this illusion, but for some reason he couldn't see him or remember him. He followed Xiao and tried to get his attention, like a ghost.

After many attempts, he found that he could only affect the objects around the other person, such as the candle, when the other self was alone, but he could not leave any information about himself.

This really stumped him.

If you ask him to kill someone, he will definitely do it quickly and well. He doesn't like dealing with such roundabout things, and in this case, he usually throws it to another person to solve it. It can be said that he has no experience in this area, but now he can only rely on himself.

Just as Red Xiao was racking his brains to think of a way to make his other self remember him, Xiao was staring at the candle flame in a daze.

He was trying to find the source of this familiar feeling, and a faint voice in his mind told him that he had forgotten something very important, which was related to this familiar feeling.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk!”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Xiao, who was already on edge, was startled. He glanced towards the door, his face full of vigilance.

The next moment, Qiao Huanxi's voice was heard outside the door.

"Xiao, are you asleep?"

President?

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiao relaxed a little, but still remained vigilant. After all, in suspense and horror novels, imitating the voice of a familiar person is a common trick used by those dirty guys.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I saw that you were a little afraid of the cold during the day, so I asked someone to buy you a quilt."

"I'm in."

Xiao had no time to stop him, the door was pushed open, and Qiao Huanxi walked in with a large quilt. Fortunately, everything was normal and there was no ghost.

Qiao Huanxi put the quilt on the bed, turned around and saw the textbook on the table, and smiled: "Are you studying? Take care of your health first, and don't worry about studying."

"Ah."

Only then did Xiao realize that the room was no longer eerie and the candlelight had returned to its normal color.

Could it be that the blue flame just now was an illusion?

After Qiao Huanxi delivered the quilt, he did not stay for long. He just told Xiao to "rest early" and left. Xiao closed the door and turned around to see the blue flame burning quietly in the candlelight.

As Xiao was the only one left in the room, everything in the room except the candles began to look strange. He was frightened at first, but after seeing it so many times and realizing that his safety was not threatened, he became numb.

After he was no longer frightened, he felt more and more that something was asserting its presence, like the mating dance of a bird of paradise, gaudy and very strange.

The scene of the demons dancing wildly reminded him of a game he had played before, in which the player would act as a ghost with the ability to possess any object, making it appear in front of tourists in strange postures to scare them.

The ghost in the game is to drive away tourists and make the base quiet again, so what is the purpose of this existence in his room?

Could it be related to the inability to recall important events?

Just then, the door was knocked again. It was Qiao Huanxi who came back and said that he had left something here with Xiao.

The moment Qiao Huanxi came in, the objects that were flying around in the room almost teleported back to their original positions, which made Xiao's eyelids jump.

This is even scarier than when things were flying all over the room just now, right?!

After Qiao Huanxi took away the things he had left behind, Xiao didn't stay for long. He sent him away and sat back at the table.

The room became noisy again. He stared at the green fire and asked, "Can you hear me?"

The noisy objects suddenly became quiet, and the fire in front of them trembled, as if nodding.

Seeing that they could communicate, Xiao went straight to the point.

"who are you?"

Xiao supported his chin and waited for an answer, but the things in the room that were lively and active before seemed to have been paused, and stopped moving after he asked.

Don't want to say it, or...

After a while, the flame in the lamp suddenly shook violently, and it was obvious that the other party was very angry.

Can't you say it?

Xiao half closed his eyes, thinking about where else he could start.

Tonight was destined to be a restless night. The objects in the house were in riot, with a kind of beauty that didn't care about the life or death of the resident.

In addition, there is Qiao Huanxi, who came to Xiao again and again for various reasons. Finally, Xiao couldn't help it and reminded him: "President, this is your seventh time here today."

Qiao Huanxi was stunned, put away the smile on his face, and finally realized that something was wrong.

"Strange, am I being possessed by evil spirits?"

He thought about it and left Xiao's residence, walked out of the gate of the Adventure Association, and stepped into the night, not knowing who to look for.

Xiao closed the door, and he was no longer in a relaxed mood.

Every time he felt like he was about to remember something, he would be interrupted. This was obviously not normal, as if something was preventing him from remembering something, which made him feel annoyed.

He opened the textbook, found a blank space, and wrote something on it with a pen.

Since his gradual retrieval process would be interrupted, he listed all his ideas at once and tried to accomplish them in one go.

This is not a horror world...

The blue eyes that often carry a mocking look...

Crazy and showing off its presence, like a bird of paradise doing a mating dance...

Looking at what he had written, he suddenly thought of the old design of his favorite character, Xiaohong, who had never been implemented and whose character design in fan fiction was often contrary to the "gentleness" described by the official version.

Xiaohong?

Little Red...

The hand holding the pen paused, then the pen tip fell again, and another line of words appeared on the paper.

The beauty that doesn't care about the lives of the residents...

Intense pain swept through his nerves, his golden eyes trembled suddenly, and the sound of breaking glass seemed to be heard behind him.

Xiao subconsciously turned his head, and this time there was no longer nothing behind him.

Feeling his gaze, Red Xiao withdrew his thoughts, and after looking into the pair of golden pupils, he cautiously called out, "Xiao?"

"I'm here."

!

He can see me!

The previous anxiety disappeared in an instant, and the joy overflowed from his heart. The red mandrill's face was visibly happy. If he had a tail, it would have been turned into a propeller at this moment.

He turned his head and put his fist to his mouth to hide the corners of his mouth that couldn't stop rising. Then he coughed dryly and glanced at Xiao with some resentment in his eyes: "Finally you remembered me?"

"Yeah, I remember everything now. I'm sorry to have made you worried."

It would be uncomfortable to keep twisting the head and neck, so Xiao simply changed the sitting direction and put his arms on the back of the chair to support his head.

He did remember everything. He followed the troops to stop the fading beast tide, but he met a level 3 envoy and was dragged into the eclipse dream world. On the first day in the dream world, he failed to find a way to leave, and eventually all his memories after crossing over were blocked.

Perhaps it was the effect of the headache he suffered when breaking the shield, he looked listless.

No one noticed that the moonlight that poured into the house through the open window moved quickly across the floor.

"When will you let me rest easy? If I weren't here, you would have completely become a puppet of this illusion."

Hong Xiao was waiting for his other self to praise him, but there was no response. He then realized that Xiao had closed his eyes at some point.

"Asleep?" He turned Xiao's face and his eyes suddenly became terrifying, like a ferocious beast that discovered someone was stealing something that belonged to him.