Forces of Temptation

The original state of Guangmei is just a group of blurred human-shaped light wheels. After seeing the blood, the real image is immediately revealed.

Before he could figure out the logic of the third box world, Nan Zhou had no intention of causing trouble in this world.

When he realized that the light on his body was gradually fading with the blood flow, Nan Zhou shrank himself and hid himself under the quilt.

But the trouble was clearly right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't solve it by hiding.

Nan Zhou's mind was in a turmoil, and many questions flooded out one after another.

How much usable information is hidden behind {Jiang Fang}'s words?

In such a weak and imprisoned situation, how could he escape?

Will "Ticket" be in this world?

Where is {Southern Boat} in the third world now?

But all the problems in his mind were like fleeting images, and he didn't have time to think more deeply about any of them.

The full moon was in the sky, and physical weakness and pain occupied Nan Zhou's body and mind.

The body is like a block of iron that has been burned to thousands of degrees and soaked in ice water.

He could hear white smoke rising from his scorching bones and blood, the core of his body was undergoing a long-lasting and painful boiling, but the surface of his skin was so cold.

In comparison, the severe pain in the palm was insignificant.

Seeing him hiding in the quilt, {Jiang Fang} outside was not very angry.

His voice became soft and slow, with an unusual sense of coaxing in his tone: "Don't hide from me. What's there to see?"

Nan Zhou heard him speak in exactly the same voice as Jiang Fang, and he didn't like it, so he frowned.

In the next second, the quilt around his neck sank slowly.

...it was in the shape of a dagger point.

{Jiang Fang}, separated by a layer of soft quilt, gently pressed the tip of the dagger against his throat, making him unable to breathe.

"Come out by yourself." {Jiang Fang} murmured, "This is not good for you, I don't want you to die like this."

There was no movement under the quilt, but the white light from the bottom of the quilt gradually faded.

{Jiang Fang} patiently pressed his throat for a long time, but the people below did not respond at all.

{Jiang Fang} said to himself: "...it doesn't matter if you die, don't die too fast."

He withdrew the dagger and threw off the quilt.

Immediately, he stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

Nan Zhou knew that his current appearance was very strange.

He had just finished a life-threatening fight with [Nanzhou] in the last box. He was soaked in sweat, and a strand of long hair was still wetly stuck to his temple.

Because just freed from the hypoxic state, a large amount of fresh air poured into the lungs, it is inevitable to feel overwhelmed.

His undulating chest lightly touched his knees, curled up slightly, and lay reclined on the bed, dripping with cold sweat, making him look like a weak and frail young man.

The moment {Jiang Fang} lifted the quilt, the last ray of white light disappeared from the top of his hair.

He was clearly dressed neatly, but the moment the light faded, he gave people the illusion of being naked.

{Jiang Fang} looked very different: "...you?"

{Jiang Fang} withdrew, faced the bed, and took two steps back.

After a brief absence, he grabbed the dagger with his hand, using the pain to confirm that it was not a hallucination.

Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips like a dripping glass.

As the pain invaded, his expression also changed subtly, the corners of his mouth trembled twice, it was difficult to judge whether he was crying or laughing: "Nanzhou, is it you?"

Nan Zhou breathed intently, allowing the black barrier caused by suffocation to fade away from his eyes at a faster rate.

{Jiang Fang}'s slightly distorted face due to struggle clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

Nan Zhou felt a little distressed.

Because he wondered if such an expression would also appear on his Brother Fang.

When his father and mother died, when he lived alone, when he was funny as a clown.

But soon, Nan Zhou's eyes returned to calm indifference.

...He is not Brother Fang after all.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, so heavy that it was almost impossible to circulate.

What finally broke this depression was {Jiang Fang}'s step forward.

"Say something." {Jiang Fang} said softly, "Talk to me for a while. Like usual."

"...Even if it's to lie to me, that's fine."

His voice was exactly the same as the original Jiang Fang's, and Nan Zhou couldn't sit idly by.

He turned Mochizuki's gaze back and looked at {Jiang Fang}.

Combining the currently known fragment information and {Jiang Fang}'s reaction, Nanzhou knows that {Jiang Fang} and {South Zhou} in this world are familiar with each other.

Combined with the second world, Nan Zhou had his own ideas and also thought of a way out of trouble.

"I want to find something." Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to explain and distinguish, but directly asked, "You find it for me."

When Nan Zhou opened his mouth, the hoarseness in his voice actually startled him.

Jiang Fang's violent oppression just now hurt his throat.

As soon as he spoke, there was a faint smell of blood in his voice.

Regarding his request, {Jiang Fang} was not only not angry, but actually maintained a certain level of calmness, asking him: "What is it?"

Nan Zhou was also polite, and pointed to the pen and paper on the table not far away.

After getting the pen and paper, he drew with his uninjured left hand, and simply outlined the appearance of the iron box.

Nan Zhou didn't know that there were still several worlds in boxes waiting for him.

To escape from the hands of {Jiang Fang} under the double debuff state of being injured and full moon, it must take a lot of trouble, and trying to find the box under the influence of the full moon is even more wishful thinking.

Unless he's willing to wait until daylight.

But the 12-hour boarding time was getting closer, and he couldn't afford to delay this time.

It is indeed a crazy and risky act to entrust this matter to {Jiang Fang}, but it is also a helpless move.

At least, Nan Zhou believes that this {Jiang Fang} is willing to do this for {Nan Zhou}.

"It's right where I work, and it's not hard to find." Nan Zhou tried to find out more information from his words, "...you know that, right?"

Sure enough, {Jiang Fang} got up straight, took out a roll of hand-painted town map from the drawer, simply drew a few lines, marked a few points, then opened the door and called a man.

The man's gaze and expression were as dull as a puppet's. Every time {Jiang Fang} said a word, he would just nod his head blankly.

Click once every seven seconds, and so on.

This is the NPC-like reaction Nanzhou is used to.

When {Jiang Fang} was about to close the door, Nan Zhou specially said: "Don't break it, and don't open it."

{Jiang Fang} laughed, and didn't bother to ask: "They are not so smart, nor are they so strong in curiosity."

After hearing his answer, Nan Zhou's eyelashes drooped, and most of it was clear in his heart.

In the third world in a box, {Jiang Fang} is the protagonist of Never Town, and everyone else is NPC.

NPCs rarely have the curiosity that normal people should have. Even if they get a strange box, they will only follow the instructions and take it honestly.

However, contrary to the previous world in a box, he fell in love with {South Zhou}.

He hated Guangmei because his parents were killed by Guangmei, but he didn't know that {Nan Zhou} was a member of Guangmei.

He set up a team of NPC hunters to hunt down the light charm, just like he used his strength to tame the light charm NPC in the original Never Town.

But {Nanzhou} is a monster without self-awareness, following the logic of this world, carrying out cruel killings, forgetting everything during the day, returning to normal, and accepting {Jiang Fang}'s protection calmly.

When Nan Zhou was putting together the story line of this world, {Jiang Fang} barely wiped his bloody hands with a white towel, carried the medicine box, squatted down in front of Nan Zhou, pulled his injured palm, and pulled out the penetrating hand. The wooden splinters in his palms bandage him.

As he moved, he whispered softly: "I used to be afraid that you would know that there are monsters in this world, and that you would be afraid, so I told you that my parents were taken away by angels. Ask me, will you also be taken away by angels?" Take it away, I said, as long as I'm here, I won't. At that time, did you laugh at me in your heart?"

Nan Zhou didn't care about his gentle sickness, and looked back calmly: "No. During the day, Guangmei doesn't have the memory of being a monster."

{Jiang Fang} laughed miserably: "Really?"

He tried hard, trying to strangle Nan Zhou with a bandage, but in the end he just stretched the bandage to his fingertips, forcing his fingertips to tremble slightly due to lack of blood: "Then why didn't you come and tell me at night?" , are you a monster wandering around the town?"

He scolded him gently and affectionately: "little liar. We grew up together. You lived next door to me and lied to me for so many years."

In just a few sentences, he told a rough but moving story for Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou stared at his hair whirling, and felt that this feeling was very strange.

He seems to be traveling in different time and space, watching the same but strange characters, and personally interpreting completely different stories.

As he spoke, {Jiang Fang} raised his eyes.

Those eyes were still light-colored, so it made the crimson welling up in his eyes extraordinarily ferocious.

"If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have nailed you." He suppressed his emotions and showed him a beautiful smile, "It hurts, right?"

He pressed the back of Nan Zhou's head with his slender fingers that smelled like medicine, and touched his forehead, his tone became more tactful, but the content became more cruel: "We should die together, shouldn't we?"

Nan Zhou: "...?"

When he was forced to press his head, he blinked his eyes, unable to comprehend the neuropathy turning into Rufeng's train of thought.

He decided to change tactics.

...Pretending to be another {Southern Boat} is not something he is good at.

"What's in that box?"

At this moment, {Jiang Fang} asked: "Is it the secret of you monsters?"

Nan Zhou maintained the posture of being pressed by his head, and replied: "It is the secret to destroy this world."

{Jiang Fang}'s expression froze, and he immediately let go of his strong palm.

Previously, his emotions were ups and downs, between great sadness and joy, many details could not be grasped.

After calming down a bit and looking at Nan Zhou, {Jiang Fang}'s expression gradually changed.

He took a step back defensively, "...you are not him. Who are you?"

This sentence basically confirmed Nanzhou's judgment on this world.

In this closed and chaotic town, the only one who can clearly recognize each other is the one who has painfully maintained a clear mind for many years.

Every Nanzhou has its own river boat.

The same is true for every river boat.