CH 12.2

53 hours had now passed, and there were still 5 hours before dawn.

Bai Lixin: “Let’s all rest first. We still have time tomorrow.”

Zhou Guang: “You’re right, we can figure out who it really is tomorrow during mandatory work. It’s not a big deal anyway; we can just choose one and there’s still a quarter success rate!”

Li Cancan sat up from the floor, “I feel like peeing. I’ll go out for a bit, haha.”

A few minutes later, Li Cancan walked out of the toilet and was a bit stunned when she saw the people in the courtyard.

The scarlet moonlight was supposed to be eerie, but when that red light shone on the face of the youth in front of her, it only gave the young man a golden-red halo.

The young man stood tall and straight under the moonlight. His slender neck was covered with a layer of peach powder under the moonlight, like peach blossoms in April. He was both enchanting and beautiful.

Li Cancan was stunned for a few seconds before shaking her head and walking over, “You’re still awake, Bai Lixin.”

Bai Lixin was leaning lazily against the wall, looking up at the red moon in the sky: “Yeah.”

Li Cancan walked over to Bai Lixin and looked up at the moon like he did.

There was silence all around her, and the wind brushed against her ear every now and then. Strangely enough, the red moon, which she had found very scary on her first day here, was not so scary after a few days of living here.

Li Cancan took a deep breath and said, “The air here is quite nice now.”

Bai Lixin: “Well, it is quite nice. This place would be a paradise if there was no River God curse. ”

By the way, Bai Lixin, I told you about my grandmother before, right?”

Bai Lixin: “Yes.”

“My grandmother was exceptionally nice. She was kind to everyone and never lost her temper. But she had a bad life. My grandfather died, and so did my parents. ”

“Bai Lixin, can you do me a favor? I don’t know if I’ll ever meet you or anyone as nice as you later in the game, and I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end. ”

“But I’m sure you can. If you get a chance to go out, please help me visit my grandmother. She lives at 32 Yuhua Road in S city. Her surname is Li.”

Bai Lixin finally took his eyes off the moon and put them on Li Cancan’s face, “Li Cancan, don’t do anything stupid. We don’t need you to sacrifice yourself to the River God.”

Li Cancan looked up, her almond eyes wide, “I, I didn’t.”

Bai Lixin: “You actually woke up way earlier the night your fever went down, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?” Li Cancan’s face changed.

“At the time, Liang Xi said you were sweating. I took a look and that was you crying. You had the idea of wanting to sacrifice yourself to the River God then, right? It’s just been on the fence. ”

“You’ve been in a bad state since you woke up, and the reason I’ve had you doing so much in the last two days is to keep you busy. Everyone’s life should be respected, and everyone has the right to fight to live. ”

“We will all survive, and I will get everyone out of here. Trust me.”

“So there’s no need for you to ask me to visit your grandmother; you’re perfectly capable of visiting your grandmother yourself.”

Li Canaan was already crying. One by one, tears fell from her eyes like pearls. Afraid that her sobs would disturb the sleeping people, Li Cancan covered her mouth so hard that her fingertips turned white.

It turned out that he knew everything, but he just didn’t say it out loud.

Under Bai Lixin’s gaze, Li Cancan was like a child who had finally found a home and felt at ease for the first time.

There was a wisdom and tolerance in his gaze that should not be found at his age. Bai Lixin’s eyes were clear and pure, like the most precious and beautiful black pearls that had been refined after many years of sedimentation.

It took a long time before Li Cancan could control her tears, though her nose kept on sniffling.

Only when Li Cancan had completely calmed down did Bai Lixin say, “Go back to bed; there is a tough battle to be fought tomorrow.”

Li Cancan had already put away her earlier confusion, and she nodded vigorously, “Yes!”

The two tiptoed into the room, one after the other, their ragged gasps rising and falling.

In the darkness, a silky mist of water gently wrapped around Bai Lixin’s entire body from behind, slowly tightening the force: “Are you distressed over her?”

Bai Lixin: “Not really, I just want to reduce unnecessary sacrifices. As far as I can surmise, even if there was to be a sacrifice to the River God, it would not be her but me as the Saint. Her sacrifice would serve no purpose other than to get herself killed. ”

A low voice slid across the ear, “You are wiser than she.”

He’ll wait and see if this young man, who had been condemned to “certain death” since he entered the game, survives.

As much as he liked him, he didn’t deserve to be in his collection if he couldn’t survive this.

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At cockcrow the next day, all the players stood outside at once.

Of the original 25, there were now only 10 left.

58 hours had passed, and there were only 14 hours left on the countdown.

Many villager NPCs came this time, and all were holding a saw or a steel knife in their hands.

The village head frowned and looked at the people in front of him, “Why are there only 10 people left? All of you should come with me this time!”

The crowd was a little surprised, but they followed the village head.

Soon, they followed the villager NPCs into the mountain.

Village head: “We only have one task; build a boat.”

He paused, and his dark gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed on Bai Lixin. “Saint, you have another job.”

Bai Lixin was leaving with the village head, and Li Cancan hurriedly spoke up, “What about mine? Am I not the Saint’s maid? Am I not needed?”

The village head gave Li Cancan a slow, expressionless look and said, “No need, you cut down trees and build the boat.”

The village head then led Bai Lixin through the forest, walking slowly because of his stiff legs. They moved slowly for almost an hour before they came to a house Bai Lixin had never been in before.

Outside the house stood four NPCs holding iron bars, and the village head pointed to the room, “Go in.”

Bai Lixin pushed the door open, and just as he entered the room, he heard the door being closed shut and locked from the outside.

The village head’s voice rang out from outside the door, “This is your punishment for stealing Bao’er’s memorial tablet yesterday! Your job today is to meditate behind closed doors and copy scriptures! Finish copying all the scriptures on the table before you can leave; otherwise, you will never be allowed to leave this room!”

“If you dare to force your way out, I will not only break your legs but also those of your companions!”

Bai Lixin’s hand slowly dropped from the door.

*Those who came out of the mix always have to pay back, and it seemed that they had pissed off this village head yesterday.

Bai Lixin looked around and found that this was a small study.

The bookshelf next to it was filled with books, and on the desk was a thick stack of scriptures.

Bai Lixin did not rush to copy the scriptures but went to the bookshelf to look through it.

The bookshelf consisted of mostly books on benevolence, righteousness, and wisdom. The corners of each book were a little tattered, as if they had been looked over many times, and there were frequent annotations in pen in the necessary places.

The handwriting was elegant.

After rummaging through the bookshelf for a while, Bai Lixin found a piece of paper stuck in one of the books. It was still in the same elegant handwriting, but the content on the paper was not quite as elegant.

The paper was filled with the words “Go to hell” written in red, and the blood was dazzling.

Bai Lixin flipped through a few more books and found such paper in several others.

Bai Lixin sank into thought as he looked at the bloody papers.

The village head did what he promised. He refused to let Bai Lixin leave until he had finished copying. Bai Lixin remained locked up and the villager NPCs only let him out when he wanted to go to the toilet.

But he still couldn’t leave after the village head’s threat. It wasn’t until 11 hours later, when Bai Lixin had finished copying all the scriptures, that the guards let him go.

By that time, the sun had already set.

Seventy hours had passed, and only the last two hours remained.

The demon-breaking dagger was at Bai Lixin’s waist, and the remaining 5% of the truth about the River God’s curse was still left.

He expected everyone to be back already, but Bai Lixin found the room empty when he returned to his quarters. There was only the tied-up red spider, and it was staring at Bai Lixin warily, its tiny eyes full of fear.

It lay slumped on the floor, its eyes looking out longingly.

Bai Lixin walked towards it, and the red spider subconsciously shrank back.

The next moment, the spider felt the restraints on its body loosen. It was Bai Lixin who had untied it.

The spider did not dare turn around to attack Bai Lixin. It feared a beating, so it hurriedly stomped its feet and ran wildly.

After running away for a while, the spider looked back warily.

It didn’t matter if it didn’t look, the person it thought had let it go was chasing after it!

The spider immediately ran forward as fast as it could.

It was running, he was chasing it, but it could not fly!

Finally, the spider stopped at a spot, bent down, and dug at the ground desperately.

Bai Lixin looked around and soon knew where this place was.

The underground ancestral hall where the village head had enshrined Sang Bao’er’s memorial tablet was located just below his feet!