Please this player not to harass NPCs

I will make up the best dreams for you, and may you sleep forever.

——Chu Mie

Song Zhiyi didn't expect him to guess so quickly, but said without hesitation: "That's true. But if you dare to kill me, I dare to destroy this world and let you die here with me."

Guan Qinyue was indeed fine, but when she attacked Song Zhiyi just now, she had no time to take care of the painting, so the painting fell where she was before.

Song Zhiyi snapped her fingers lightly, and Li Nayan's bag flew into her hand.

Guan Qinyue shouted: "Not good! The painting is about to fall into her hands!"

Shen Huaiyun and the others wanted to take it back by force, but they couldn't match Song Zhiyi's speed.

Under everyone's gaze, Song Zhiyi took out the painting with a smile, while Li Nayan's bag was thrown on the ground.

"Now it seems..." Song Zhiyi smiled and shook the painting in his hand, "My chances of winning are relatively good."

This is really too much trouble.

They couldn't go to the outer world to find the exit, and at the same time, the paintings they got from the inner world were also taken away. I don't know how long this stalemate will last.

While others were still thinking about countermeasures, Li Nayan actually had an idea in his heart, but this idea was a bit risky, and he would never use that thing unless necessary...

But if he didn't use that method, there would be no other way to kill Song Zhiyi safely.

If it can really succeed, then the thing is worth the money.

Li Nayan's eyes moved, and he quietly took back his bag.

After Li Nayan got the bag, he quietly stood beside Shen Huaiyun, and said in a low voice, "Do you have a lighter with you?"

Shen Huaiyun remembered that when he was in the art gallery, he had stored the lighter that Chu Mie left on his body, so he turned his head and asked, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's inconvenient to say the reason now, just lend me the lighter."

Li Nayan paid careful attention to Song Zhiyi's movements, took the lighter from Shen Huaiyun's hand, and quietly stepped aside.

Chu Mie was also a little anxious. Although he had the ability to kill Song Zhiyi, he couldn't guarantee that the painting would not be destroyed before she died; once the painting was destroyed, they would really only be trapped here.

Is there no other safe way to kill Song Zhiyi quietly?

Suddenly, the tip of the nose smelled a strange fragrance, with a hint of sweetness, and the source of the fragrance happened to be the rear—the direction of Li Nayan.

"There seems to be something wrong with Song Zhiyi."

He Fangchuan looked at Song Zhiyi whose eyes were blurred, and said in surprise.

Everyone also focused their attention on Song Zhiyi.

"how do I……"

"..."

Song Zhiyi's expression gradually returned to calm, his eyes were particularly blurred, his eyelids gradually drooped, showing a state of half asleep and half awake.

Even the painting that she was holding tightly in her hand, she slowly let go of it.

Her eyes were completely closed when the painting fell to the floor.

"What's going on here?" Guan Qinyue couldn't help asking.

"Hmm..." Cai Yu, who had passed out just now, seemed to have regained consciousness, and woke up dazedly by pressing his temples. As soon as he woke up, he saw Li Nayan standing beside him holding an incense stick.

Cai Yu asked: "Hey, Brother Li, what kind of incense do you like in broad daylight?"

This question drew everyone's attention.

Li Nayan took the incense and stepped forward step by step, and said to everyone: "I will explain this later. Min Yan, you should know what Song Zhiyi wants, right?"

"What's wrong?" Chu Mie asked in surprise.

"I need your help." Li Nayan handed the incense in his hand to Chu Mie, motioning him to hold it: "Maybe through you, Song Zhiyi can be killed in this way."

"Is this a prop?" Shen Huaiyun quickly realized this.

"Yes. This item is called 'Yimeng' Incense, which I got in an ancient dungeon." Li Nayan looked at the incense, and continued: "Light this incense, and say the name of the person you want to use, The other party will be immersed in a dream and die unconsciously."

"Why are you using such a good thing now?" Cai Yu asked suspiciously, but realized that the tone of his voice seemed to be blaming, so he quickly said, "I didn't mean that, I was just curious."

"I know." Li Nayan lowered his eyes, with an imperceptible sadness in his tone: "This item can be used three times. I have used it twice, and only the last time is left. And this last time, I originally planned to give it to myself. use."

"You yourself?" Guan Qinyue was a little confused, "Why do you use this yourself?"

"..." Li Nayan glanced at her, but did not answer.

She realized that she shouldn't ask this question, so she chose to change the subject: "Then why do you need Min Yan's help?"

"The ones I said are only applicable to players, as well as ordinary NPCs... For bosses, this item has restrictions on its use."

Shen Huaiyun frowned unconsciously: "Restrictions? Is this related to Min Yan?"

"Yes." Li Nayan pointed to Song Zhiyi and said, "This dream needs someone else to weave it in person. If you don't know the boss's past or what you want very well, then the dream you weave will quickly wake up the boss. This prop has already It's tantamount to wasting."

Of course, for those present, Chu Mie was more appropriate in terms of their understanding of Song Zhiyi.

He Fangchuan pondered: "So you think it must be Min Yan?"

"But once she succeeds, she will be immersed in a dream and die unconsciously. We will be able to go out safely." Li Nayan looked at Min Yan and said solemnly.

"..." Chu Mi was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Then what should I do next?"

"Close your eyes and just make up the dream you prepared for Song Zhiyi in your heart." Seeing Chu Mie agree, Li Nayan felt a little relaxed.

Chu Mie glanced at Shen Huaiyun, met his silent and comforting eyes, quickly closed his eyes, and began to make up a sweet dream for Song Zhiyi.

…………

"Song Zhiyi, what about you... you should focus on your studies, not..."

In the office, the head teacher took the love letter and said to Song Zhiyi angrily.

"Teacher, you have marked my homework." She looked directly at the teacher, "Don't you understand my handwriting? I can't write such ugly words."

The teacher was speechless.

……

"She must have no good intentions for Min Yan. Look at her, is she worthy of being Min Yan's girlfriend?"

Song Zhiyi turned his head and glanced at them: "It sounds like you have some good intentions. Don't judge others by yourself."

"you?!"

……

"Then why do others bully you and not others? It must be your problem."

The father took a sip of the wine at the table, while the mother comforted him: "You know, it should be your own fault...how about you go ask them and apologize or something?"

"No need." Song Zhiyi took the last bite of rice from the bowl, "They are jealous of my good grades, why bother with them? They are not my friends!"

"Mom and Dad, you want to be a fair parent as much as possible, so I don't ask you to protect your shortcomings." Song Zhiyi put down the bowl, "But before you draw conclusions about what I did wrong, please understand the truth of the matter first. The victim Guilty - I don't want you to apply that to me."

"..." Father paused, and looked up at her: "Is this your truth?"

"Yes." Song Zhiyi looked at him calmly, "And painting, I really like it."

"Let it delay your studies, you are not doing your job properly! How many people in this world can make a living by painting? You are not this material!" Father angrily put the wine glass on the table.

"Dad, regardless of whether I will really regard painting as my future means of survival, is it just as an interest, a hobby?"

"No, this will only waste your study time!"

"Dad." Song Zhiyi sighed, "What if I draw while guaranteeing my studies?"

"Hmph." Father snorted coldly: "What guarantee do you have?!"

"During high school, I won't touch painting things, and I will be admitted to the good university you dream of... But after I am admitted to university, I hope that I will paint, and you will not stop me."

"Dad, you have been controlling me since I was a child. I feel that I am almost out of breath. Sometimes I really feel that I am not living for myself, I just live according to your ideals That's all. So Dad, please give me a chance to live for myself!"

"..." Father was quiet for a moment, and finally heaved a long sigh and waved his hands: "As long as you can do what you said, I won't stop you again."

……

The isolation in the class still existed, and although it was lonely, this level of isolation could not defeat her.

Soon a student was transferred to the class, and this student became her lifelong best friend.

She was a very talkative and lively girl, even though Song Zhiyi was not talkative, she would still liven up the atmosphere in her own way.

When others speak ill of Song Zhiyi, she can jump out to protect Song Zhiyi and complain for her.

Of course, this girl also has a little shortcoming.

Her grades are not very good, and she is also playful.

But it's okay.

Song Zhiyi would teach her homework, urge her to study together, and then aspire to be admitted to the same university.

They remember each other's birthdays, give each other gifts; tell their troubles together, and become a bright light in each other's lives.

In the end, they were admitted to the same university.

Song Zhiyi was finally able to pick up the paintbrush again and pursue her dream.

In the first 27 years of her life, she followed her parents' expectation, chose the university they expected, and worked in the job they expected.

In the following years, she quit her job, used her savings to open a studio with that girl, and met a lover who was like-minded at work.

So at the age of 30, she married her lover.

Later, their careers gradually took off, and they also had a common child.Parents are getting older, and people are not as controlling as they used to be.They will care about Song Zhiyi, stop her from doing anything, and spoil her child.

Then the parents died.

After another few decades, Song Zhiyi sent away that best friend and lover.

In the last few years, she recalled the time of her life and painted the last painting with a brush:

It was a white dove facing the light.

The white dove was still stained with blood, but the dazzling light dyed its feathers golden. This dazzling light completely covered the scars that had been left behind, as if it had become the light itself.

This is probably the real "Broken Fan", right?

In this life, she spoke her mind, accomplished what she wholeheartedly expected, and gained friendship and love...

She lived a very real life and lived out herself.

Looking back on this life, she has no regrets.

…………

Song Zhiyi's body became transparent under the eyes of everyone, and golden fine lines climbed up her face, showing a beautiful and incomplete sense of fragmentation.A tear slowly flowed from her tightly closed eye socket, and dripped down her face to the ground.

The moment her tears fell on the ground, her body shattered into countless light spots.

The white light suddenly lit up, forcing everyone to cover their eyes with their hands.

Chu Mie was also forced to cover his eyes by the white light.

"Min Yan."

"?" Chu Mie lowered his hand in surprise, but found that the surroundings were completely white, and there were no other people at all, except for a girl who was not far away from him.

Chu Mie took a closer look and found that the girl's face belonged to Song Zhiyi.

It's just not the same shape as before.

At this time, Song Zhiyi lost a little of the original baby fat, and her facial features became more delicate and delicate. She braided the straight hair on her shoulders into a centipede braid and casually hung it on her left shoulder; she was wearing white clothes, light green Linen cotton long skirt, the temperament of the whole person is extraordinarily gentle.

"What do you think my destination is?"

Chu Mie was stunned for a moment, and although he felt that the words were unclear, he still answered truthfully: "The home of the living is the soul's home, and the home of the dead is to disappear without regret."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing and said, "I did pass away without regret. What about you? You are neither living nor dead, so where is your home?"

Chu Mi frowned tightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Song Zhiyi smiled and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the prompt:

【drop!It is detected that the grievance value of the dungeon disappears, and the dungeon is about to be destroyed. Players are asked to leave as soon as possible. 】

"Alas." Song Zhiyi sighed silently after hearing the prompt, "It seems that there is no more to say, you should go now!"

"Do you know something?!"

Chu Mi felt that Song Zhiyi seemed to know something, and felt that the white light in front of him became more and more blurred, and her figure became blurred.Chu Mie tried his best to reach out and grab her, but it was all in vain.

Finally, he looked at Song Zhiyi with a smile and said something to him:

"Take care,—"

That mouth shape seemed to be saying a person's name, but it was neither "Min Yan" nor "Chu Mie".

…………

When everything disappeared, the roof of Building No. [-] was still in front of my eyes.It's just that there is an extra white beam of light on the roof, and you can leave Jingchuan Middle School by entering there.

"Thanks to you consuming that prop this time, we were able to come out safely." Shen Huaiyun looked at Li Nayan, and handed the painting to Li Nayan: "Leave this painting to you! I hope it can become a useful prop for you."

"..." Li Nayan opened his lips, and the thousand words finally turned into one sentence: "Thank you."

After all, he took the painting and walked into the beam of light.

The others also said goodbye one after another, and walked into the beam of light.

"Brother, what are you still doing stupidly! Why don't you go?"

Hearing Guan Qinyue's words, Shen Huaiyun turned to look at Chu Mie, and said loudly, "You go first, I'll come right over!"

"Then hurry up!"

Only Shen Huaiyun and Chu Mie were left present.

"Okay, now it's time to fulfill your promise." Shen Huaiyun walked up to Chu Mie with a smile: "Now can you tell me, what is your real name?"

Chu Mie looked at him and sighed silently: "My name is Chu Mie."

"Chu Mie?" Shen Huaiyun smiled and showed her small canine teeth, which seemed a bit cunning no matter how you looked at it: "The name is quite proud."

Chu Mie glanced at him, ignored his teasing, and just said, "It's time to go."

Chu Mie staggered away from Shen Huaiyun and walked towards the beam of light.

Shen Huaiyun quickly followed, and asked a second before Chu Mie stepped into the beam of light: "Chu Mie, can we meet again in the next dungeon?"

"However, I hope that in the next copy, we can meet again."

Chu Mie stepped into the beam of light, turned around and saw Shen Huaiyun's face with a bit of a mean smile, and the roots of his teeth were inexplicably sore.At the last second of disappearing, a sentence was left behind:

"Then let's go."

The author says:

The second copy is over~(ω)

The beautiful dream that Chu Mie wove for Song Zhiyi is her redemption - as long as there is a slight change in her original miserable life trajectory, she can be born facing the sun.

I hope the cuties will like the ending Qizi arranged for Song Zhiyi~

Although the label of this book is horror and horror, Kaizi’s writing is not scary, right? ╰(*′︶`*)╯Because in fact, the focus of this book is the story background of each dungeon, and the characters in the dungeon. experiences and emotions.

The hateful thing about the mirage is not only that it tramples on life, it is also constantly wearing down the humanity and feelings of the players.

Those who can live here are definitely not cold-blooded and selfish monsters, but a group of people who trust each other and never betray.