Chapter 42 - Some people are alive but they are already dead Seeking recommendation votes

The Narrow Sleeve Guanyin was somewhat terrifying, just hanging there motionless.

Continuing like this was no solution.

Xu Shu entered the cell with a frown, picked up the scattered clothes from the ground, and tossed them to Gu Pan, “Put these on.

We can’t stay on this floor anymore, let’s go to the first floor.”

Gu Pan, puzzled, asked, “Why?

Isn’t that ‘Primordial Spirit’ you spoke of dead?”

Xu Shu scoffed, “Far from it.

But it seems stuck right now and probably won’t act for a short while.

Don’t look directly at it.

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“Is that so?

Well, that’s good.

Ah, how are you doing?” Gu Pan asked a few more questions.

Xu Shu, wiping his nosebleed, replied impatiently, “I’m not going to die.

Aren’t you going to hurry up and get dressed, or are you planning on staying here waiting to die?”

“I…”

Gu Pan opened her mouth and then paused, stunned.

She was wrapped tightly in her blanket, looking down at herself, and instantly became conflicted.

But I’m not wearing anything under this blanket…

He couldn’t be doing this on purpose to see, could he?

Earlier, did he actually realize I’m a woman?

Considering how lecherous this person is, it’s hard to ensure he doesn’t intend to take advantage of me, I…

While she was lost in these frantic thoughts, she heard Xu Shu say, “Hurry up, dilly-dallying like a woman.

I’m going downstairs to change; remember not to look towards that window in the corridor when you come out.”

Saying so, he indeed took the lead and walked down the hallway in the shape of a “grass” character, from right to left, without a sideward glance, not looking at the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin hanging at the window on the right-hand side underneath the “grass” character.

This left Gu Pan completely stunned.

Huh, does he still think I’m a man?

Maybe he didn’t see my true form just now?

That’s right; that Primordial Spirit was so terrifying, he must have been fighting for his life just to injure it.

Where would he find the time to worry about me?

Hehe, luckily, luckily!

Gu Pan felt relieved in her heart, hurriedly threw off the blanket, quickly put her clothes back on, and after hesitating for a bit, also took the soup bowl from under the bed.

First floor.

Xu Shu held out his palm in mid-air, recalling the glimpse of the exposed beauty he saw and couldn’t help muttering to himself:

“Hidden depths, truly hidden depths.

Those two big, white things, how does she manage to wrap them so flat on a regular basis…”

“What are you muttering about being flat?” Gu Pan came down with two blankets in her arms and overheard Xu Shu mumbling to himself.

She internally acknowledged her magnificent physique and knew it had nothing to do with the word ‘flat,’ so she didn’t dwell on it and missed the chance to uncover Xu Shu’s true intentions.

Xu Shu, with an unchanged expression, said, “Oh, I was just laughing at how unremarkable that Primordial Spirit is, with such meager skills daring to come and kill me.

Now that it’s dead, it’s purely its own fault.”

“Is that so?

I find such monsters terrifying.”

Gu Pan was still shuddering at the memory.

When she walked out the door, she caught a glimpse of something blocking the moonlight at the window at the end of the corridor.

That must be the so-called “Primordial Spirit.”

Of course, Gu Pan dared not look askance, as the eerie chanting from before seemed to have separated her soul from her body; she didn’t want to experience that a second time.

“Speaking of which, why did it start singing that same song as you afterwards?”

Gu Pan found this topic a bit embarrassing because the lyrics always made her feel ashamed.

That particularly lascivious feeling.

“Why do you care so much?

You sleep here tonight,” Xu Shu said, opening the door to room 103.

Gu Pan hesitated and asked, “Are we not leaving today?”

Xu Shu shook his head, “We can’t leave; it’s only more dangerous outside.

At least in prison, they won’t come in.

Enough chit-chat, go inside.”

“Oh.” Gu Pan had become accustomed to being confined by him and had no complaints; with the two blankets in hand, she went to make up the bed.

“Wow, she really misses her parents.”

Xu Shu noticed her situation, even carrying a soup bowl, and couldn’t help but feel touched.

After locking the door, Xu Shu returned to the storeroom and opened the Tai Chu Scroll, pondering over it.

“The refresh time for ‘Sit-ups’ won’t come until tomorrow morning at 7:30.

To be safe, I’ll do the journey simulation after 7:30 as well~”

“Unfortunately, the uses of the Tai Chu Scroll expire and get deleted at six in the evening.

Should I keep one to simulate safety for the whole night?”

“But that seems like a waste; if I don’t use it to enhance my strength, it’s like throwing away a watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.”

“Strength, it all comes down to not having enough strength!”

“In this world, you are not guaranteed to see the next day without strength, I need to keep getting stronger!”

That night, Xu Shu did not sleep well, occasionally dreaming about the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin killing him and sometimes vaguely seeing himself being destroyed by Nagoul’s little demon, tossing and turning restlessly.

The Narrow Sleeve Guanyin was hanging right outside his wall, not knowing when it would recover.

Sleeping well was impossible under such circumstances.

After enduring such a night, his mental state was not too good, until the dawn finally tore a crack through the night.

“Sunrise brings resurrection of all things, welcome back to the Tai Chu Scroll, oh great master!”

With the number of uses refreshed, and seeing that familiar greeting, Xu Shu finally felt his heartbeat slow down a little.

The atmosphere had returned.

At least, unlike yesterday, after encountering danger, I wouldn’t have to stake my one life in a bitter struggle for survival.

“I have at least three lives, meaning I can die three times more than others.

That’s the confidence the Tai Chu Scroll gives me!”

Xu Shu caressed the Tai Chu Scroll but didn’t immediately embark on his journey.

Because the journey was based on simulating the future from his current position.

And now, his life-saving title ‘Sit-ups’ had yet to refresh, so Xu Shu decided to wait.

Yesterday’s narrow victory revealed a way to exploit cooldowns with titles—first wear the Enchanting Demon title, swap it for Sit-ups in a pinch, then after a full health recovery, consider switching back to Enchanting Demon.

The purple ‘flawless’ quality title switch had no cooling period.

Though certainly not as top-tier as forbidden titles, at times, they could have miraculous effects.

It is not the case that only high-quality abilities are useful; different times and situations require adapting to circumstances and responding accordingly.

Greeted by the sunrise, Xu Shu got up, washed, made breakfast, fed Gu Pan, and then cautiously moved to the second-floor corner to take a look.

The Narrow Sleeve Guanyin was still hanging at the end of the hallway window, appearing dead.

But Xu Shu knew it wasn’t dead.

“Ghost that won’t dissipate, eh?

Still not leaving.”

Xu Shu spat, sat down, and spent over an hour with his eyes closed, resting, and regulating his breathing.

Finally, once the title ‘Sit-ups’ refreshed, he immediately rose.

Mist enveloped him, and like a routine, the lantern slides of imagery arrived, blanketing his view:

“Journey mode engaged!”

“Checking current status…”

“Check complete.”

“Today you are seething with resentment.

You take the initiative, find the right spot and blindly stab with a steel rebar, hitting Narrow Sleeve Guanyin.”

“You pierced its head, but in a daze, you find it miraculously unharmed.”

“After several attempts, you determine that physical damage is ineffective against it.

Wary of provoking a change in its state, you give up, regroup, and head out to find an escape route nearby.”

“Today you choose the south.

You prepare to seek vengeance against the three human-headed griffins.”

“Like a hunter, as usual, you carry 10 steel rebars on your back.

Carefully, you leave through the front door.

Just as you’re about to set off, you hear the rumble of motorcycles.

You see a convoy driving toward you, bearing a banner with a golden crescent moon—it’s the Wasteland Gold Mining Team from the Patrol Corps!”

“You recognize the group’s identity, they see you too, and drive over.

On encountering them, you choose: ?”

“You decide to wait right there, recognizing they’re regular forces of the Patrol Corps.”

“They surround you and stop.

The leader of the patrol team announces his identity—he’s called Zeng Gui.

He’s on patrol and had heard from refugees nearby that someone was trapped here, so he brought people to rescue you.”

Ah?

Finally, a reliable living person!

The screen displayed a young, uncle-like figure clad in green military attire, with a friendly appearance—Zeng Gui.

“You express gratitude for the organization’s support, and very considerately inform them of the dangers nearby, hoping they’ll not take it lightly.”

“They tell you they’ve cleared the monsters en route and ask if you want to go with them to a nearby refuge.

They also inquire if you have any other companions.”

“After some thought, you decide…”

“You choose to trust the organization.

You inform them of your companion, which is Gu Pan, and they suggest that you call them out to evacuate together.”

“You thus turn and head towards the prison…”

“You died, and this journey ends.”

Ah???

Wait, I died?!

Xu Shu’s eyes snapped open, looking around in slight confusion.

Realizing the journey really had concluded, Xu Shu cursed,

“Damn it, what the hell, I died again?”

He nearly wanted to yell at someone.

So, did these patrol soldiers turn around and kill me while my back was turned?

Why did they kill me?

We’d never met before—there should be no grievances!

Are they even real patrol soldiers?

Son of a bitch, is this how you play?!

One question after another popped into Xu Shu’s mind, suppressing his anger, he looked towards the settlement interface.

I’ll see just who the hell killed who today, dammit!

“Settling…”

“Evaluation: The soldier dies before proving his worth, often causing heroes to weep in their tunics.

Reflect on where you went wrong.”

“You’ve obtained the item: Self-cutting Meridians (Fine)”

“Self-cutting Meridians (Fine): A miraculous drink, sweet to taste.

Whenever you no longer wish to live, drink it; it ensures anyone who drinks it will perish swiftly within a second, dying pleasantly sweet, non-toxic, harmless, with zero negative feedback.

Note: Ineffective when used on others.”