Strange story player

(For the following content, please refer to the end of Chapter 303 and the first half of Chapter 304.)

On the other side, Fucheng.

Yan Xiao suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He got up immediately, ran to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror looked calm, but seemed... looming.

His time is running out...

Yan Xiao looked at his palm. Everything started from the stormy night when the strange story about [Wedding Dress] was going on.

Chen Zhiyuan suddenly called and asked him to go to his home.

That man...that man who looked like Yang Ying could hardly hold on any longer.

The ability of Chen Zhiyuan's permanent prop is extremely terrifying. It is the only thing with "similar" prophecy ability so far.

【Continuing Writing】, it can continue writing the story line based on the current clues. The more important and complete the clues collected, the higher the probability that the story line will develop into a real event.

That night...that stormy wedding night, although he and Chen Zhiyuan were not involved in the ghost story, the horror in reality was happening to them.

It was also that night that I really made up my mind to let everyone in Fucheng... survive.

The memory...returns to that night.

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When receiving a call from Chen Zhiyuan, Yan Xiao immediately set out from home.

He knew very well that Chen Zhiyuan's permanent item ability was too powerful, which resulted in the [price] he had to pay to be extremely heavy.

Chen Zhiyuan's thinking ability will gradually slow down as the number of uses increases.

In other words... Chen Zhiyuan will become an idiot who cannot think.

When he arrived at Chen Zhiyuan's house, Chen Zhiyuan was looking at the heavy rain outside the window in trance.

"Please... write it down for me..." Chen Zhiyuan turned his head, and two lines of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Xiao's heart tightened and he nodded in agreement.

He took out a pen and paper and sat down at the desk.

Chen Zhiyuan would passively forget some things, but looking at Chen Zhiyuan's current appearance, Yan Xiao was also confused in his heart, what did he do?

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Xiaoyan asked succinctly.

Chen Zhiyuan stood by the window and shook his head slightly: "I did a stupid thing."

He raised his head and his voice was not loud. The raindrops hitting the window glass almost blurred his voice.

But what came out of Chen Zhiyuan's mouth shocked Yan Xiao's heart.

“I had an idea all along.”

Chen Zhiyuan said calmly.

"My permanent prop is called the pen of continuation. Based on the clues currently obtained, I can continue to write the possible development of the ghost story, that is... a story line."

"When I first got the Continuing Pen, I was thinking...what would happen if I used the Continuing Pen in the real world? Can I predict the future?"

"Then I felt that my idea was naive, because in the real world, where are the clues related to [the world]?"

"until today."

Chen Zhiyuan took out something from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Yan Xiao looked down and saw that this thing was... a mobile phone?

Whose phone?

"This is Yang's cell phone." Chen Zhiyuan said something shocking, but what's even more terrifying is yet to come...

"I used Yang's cell phone as a clue to continue writing. Originally, I thought it was just a boring attempt," Chen Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "But... something weird happened."

"Please record everything that follows completely."

Chen Zhiyuan said with a hint of request in his tone, extremely serious.

Yan Xiao also realized the seriousness of the matter, nodded and picked up the pen.

At such moments, they all believe that the most reliable thing is to record it in words on paper.

Chen Zhiyuan opened his mouth and said word by word:

[There is only one pupil world. 】

[He is a genius, he created the backup of Pupil Realm. 】

[But... Zuo Xian, you should understand... We have all experienced the most terrifying things. 】

【……】

【We all saw the future...】

[I want to use my own way to keep this world going...]

【……】

【Positive! Don't do that! you are wrong! 】

[No... I'm right. Fu Cheng... is the last chance. I should have noticed it from the beginning. Fu... means dormant, hiding, waiting for the time to move...]

[The time is now! 】

[Resent me, everyone in Fucheng...]

【……】

【You...madman! 】

【……】

[He once said... The most terrifying thing in the world is that there are no ghosts in the world. 】

[We can’t see the deceased. If they are dead, they are dead. 】

[But in Fucheng, death is not the end...but the price is too heavy...]

【……】

[Someone has to do this, Yan Xiao... Do you regret it? 】

【……】

【Thanks. 】

【……】

[I will remember that you existed. 】

【……】

The blood and tears in the corners of Chen Zhiyuan's eyes flowed out uncontrollably.

Yan Xiao completely recorded everything in his description, stroke by stroke.

He raised his head and saw Chen Zhiyuan's face as pale as paper.

Stepping forward to support him and giving him a rough inspection, Yan Xiao frowned.

Although his consciousness was still there, he was unconscious, his body's deep and shallow reflexes were disappearing, his heartbeat weakened, and his breathing became shallow. At this moment, Chen Zhiyuan was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, Yan Xiao was prepared when he came.

He immediately gave Chen Zhiyuan a shot of epinephrine, which finally maintained his vital signs.

About half an hour later, Yan Xiao sat at the desk, holding a pen and looking at what he had recorded previously.

Chen Zhiyuan regained consciousness. He walked to the window in silence and looked at the pouring rain outside the window.

"I wonder how they are doing now."

Yan Xiao felt sad.

He knew that Chen Zhiyuan had forgotten.

He used Yang's mobile phone to use the "Continuation Pen" in the real world, and ended up writing part of the "Future" storyline, but at this moment... Chen Zhiyuan had forgotten everything.

But...as far as this is concerned, this may not be a bad thing.

Yan Xiao was silent for a moment and asked, "Who are you worried about?"

Then... Chen Zhiyuan expressed his worries. He was worried about Zhong Xueran, recalling Yang, and trying to remember his promise to Yang.

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"I want more people to live."

Chen Zhiyuan said this sentence blankly.

"But I might forget about it."

Yan Xiao held the paper full of words and subconsciously squeezed it tighter.

"I am leaving."

He rejected Chen Zhiyuan's invitation to stay, and even though it was raining heavily, he still left.

But...he called a person he had met before.

"PhD……"

"All the players in Fucheng, I want them to survive..."

It was night, with lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.