Hong Rao was taken aback by this answer for quite a while before she came to her senses. Was this guy really so indifferent to the Script Space?
"However, the money you mentioned, is it currency from the real world after leaving the game?" Hong Rao stroked her chin with her fingertips, her dark purple eyes slightly shifting, exuding a certain charm.
"Hmm," Xu Shuo responded indifferently with a nod, not avoiding her gaze at all.
Upon hearing this, Hong Rao's expression suddenly became strange, and a mysterious smile reappeared in her eyes as she said, "Then that might be impossible, even if I have a lot of money in the real world, I probably won't be able to give it to you."
Xu Shuo just looked at her silently, waiting for the second part of her statement.
Hong Rao curled her lips into a smile: "As for the reason, you can try it out now if you'd like."
Following that, her red lips parted slightly as if she uttered a few words.
But at that moment, Xu Shuo's mind was suddenly filled with a bizarre babble, whose gender and age were unclear, as was the volume—it seemed close yet simultaneously from an indistinct distance.
Even the woman's lip movements were unclear, shrouded in an odd mistiness that made it impossible to concentrate!
This strange babbling reminded him of the Dark Evil God from the previous script, but it lacked the oppressive, sickening feeling.
Xu Shuo felt a stabbing pain in his head and frowned. He raised his hand to interrupt her, saying, "I got it, you don't have to demonstrate any more."
Players cannot discuss matters concerning the real world!
When he brought up using real-world currency, he did indeed have that intention, but he was also testing the waters.
As a Level 4 player, Hong Rao could use her abilities even in the "Unusable World", so could the restrictions in this area be relaxed for her?
But now it seemed, maybe there were no restrictions for Hong Rao, but there were for him.
He couldn't listen.
It looked like there was little chance of meeting offline.
Hong Rao also stopped her incessant chatter, twirling her curly hair with her fingers, and said hesitantly, "If... you really don't want the soul fruit, later on, I could try to get you a Resurrection Card!"
As she spoke, a twinge of pain flashed across her expression.
It was evident how precious this self-explanatory "Resurrection Card" must be, just by its name.
"Although memories will be blurred after entering the script, if you're lucky, you might retain some subconscious reactions," Hong Rao said.
"Didn't you say that we could communicate in the game?" Xu Shuo looked at her.
Hong Rao tilted her head, her lips curving into a meaningful smile, "We can, but I can only give hints not divulge outright, otherwise, it will be directly blocked. Do you want to try it?"
After all, if one could really be aware of the storyline in the game and then bulldoze through, probably everyone would be chasing after a mentor without caring whether she 'kills' students or not.
Xu Shuo remembered the nonsense he had been muttering a moment ago and shook his head, "I got it."
He looked at the information for this assessment script, where the entire plot took place in a small mountain village that wasn't particularly remote, centered around mysterious events triggered by a ghost entity known as "Green-Faced Fangs".
"Mutant Script?"
"Yes, and no, the method is actually all about logic," Hong Rao said after finishing her tea with a smile, "I've sorted out all the props you might need; buy them if you can afford it. Below, I've also picked out a play for you that's performed well; you can watch it when you have time."
Then, she collected her teacup and stood up.
"Well, I'm going back now; you can call me anytime if you need anything." Hong Rao drew out a Light Gate with her hand and left in an orderly fashion, her silhouette exuding a springy vibe.
Xu Shuo glanced over but didn't say anything, returning his gaze to continue exploring the script information.
...
On the other side, in the Script Space.
Unlike Xu Shuo's blank area, this place was decorated like a garden, with a courtyard planted with fragrant white flowers, and a black vintage villa covered in green vine, filled with a contradiction of mystery and fairytale.
Having stepped through the Light Gate, back in her own domain, the retained composure on Hong Rao's face immediately shattered.
"That's great!"
The woman grinned with delight, clenching her fists and bouncing on the spot in excitement.
Playing the script, ruining the script—this student will definitely survive a long time!
Then remembering something, she gleefully opened her personal panel and started to unfollow those few hundred newcomers she had been paying attention to not long before.
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