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Chapter 271 Gugu Suffers Censorship
A vermilion fruit, somewhat resembling a small tomato, with a somewhat wilted skin; it's unclear whether it was naturally like that or dried out later.

If it's dried later, selling this kind of thing to customers would be rather unethical.

Almost all the vendors sell this kind of thing.

Gu Mian even went up and picked up a few to examine them, but there was nothing special about them.

The characteristic of dying from poisoning without contact, etc...

The wind never stopped, blowing a corner of the vendors' stalls up, and a few fruits rolled and tumbled down the road.

The peddler, head bowed, reached out and mechanically smoothed out the tattered cloth, then continued to stare intently at the ground. The few lonely fruits lay there in the middle of the street, unnoticed by anyone.

People come and go on the street. Every now and then, a lady with her head held high or a neatly dressed man passes by the vendors, but everyone keeps their eyes straight ahead, seemingly disdainful of looking at the stalls on both sides of the street.

The lady, wearing white leather shoes, held her head high and stepped on a small fruit in the middle of the road as she walked.

The red fruit immediately shattered into pieces, splashing bright red juice everywhere, some of which even covered the white shoes. Several other people's shoes were also splashed with a little red juice.

But the lady didn't care, and neither did anyone else.

She walked with her head held high on the brightly lit street illuminated by the closet lights, chin raised as she passed through the crowd, seemingly proclaiming her noble status at every moment.

Gu Mian glanced at the white sneakers a few times, then looked away.

The most eye-catching person on the street was not the lady who was stomping on the fruit with her head held high, but the little girl who was standing not far away, peering longingly at the pastries inside the shop window.

Children her age are rare on the street, and she was dressed particularly conspicuously—the little girl in tattered clothes did indeed stand out more than others.

Moreover, she was carrying a basket that didn't quite fit her size, making her look somewhat comical, like a naughty child who had stolen their parents' grocery basket to play with.

Gu Mian naturally lifted her foot and walked over there.

As he got closer, he used the light from the closet to see what was in the little girl's basket—three lighters.

One was gold, one was silver, and the other was just so-so.

There seemed to be a layer of tattered cloth underneath.

Just as Gu Mian suddenly remembered something, the little girl in front of the shop window also noticed him. She tilted her head and looked over, meeting Gu Mian's gaze.

Then Gu Mian saw her mouth open and close, and a sweet voice came from the little girl's mouth: "Sir, would you like to buy a lighter?"

Look, this is such a familiar scene.

If you replace the lighter in the basket with less advanced matches, then it becomes exactly like 'The Little Match Girl'.

However, times are always changing, and even the NPCs in the dungeon are not to be outdated. The one in front of you is obviously a very ambitious person. The little match girl has abandoned the outdated matches and started selling lighters instead...

Gu Mian was still marveling at the progress of the times when the little girl in front of her spoke again.

However, this time she changed her tone, as if she was getting impatient, or as if she thought Gu Mian wouldn't buy her matches.

A cold voice came through, its tone sinister: "Sir, are you going to buy it or not?"

The tone was like that of a domineering street vendor who forces you to buy something, and is extremely unreasonable if you don't buy enough.

Gu Mian glanced down at the little girl selling lighters in front of her.

She was looking up, her face already showing some displeasure.

Gu Mian would naturally fight back against this kind of coercive sales tactics.

He slung his guitar over his shoulder, then stared intently at the little girl in front of him and slowly said, "I want them all."

The night passed very slowly. 007 finally managed to collect a few bundles of dry branches, but he couldn't stay awake any longer in the second half of the night. He was cold and hungry, so he decided to take a nap in the tent.

I hadn't expected to be sleeping so soundly that when I opened my eyes, I found it was already broad daylight.

007 stood up somewhat hastily, patting the dry grass off his clothes: "What happened? How come I slept for so long?"

To improve her physical condition, she goes into dungeons almost every day. Although going into dungeons won't harm her body, it will inevitably cause mental damage. Going into dungeons continuously for a long time will have an impact on her mental state.

But in order to strengthen herself, 007 did not stop entering the dungeon. She put all the attribute points she got into spirit, which barely kept her going.

Therefore, her stats are slightly better than others, but only slightly better, because dying in a dungeon will cause you to lose attribute points, game currency, or items. Several times she almost lost them all, but she managed to accumulate them again by continuously entering dungeons.

Theoretically, her mental strength should be enough to keep her awake for two nights without getting too tired, but in this instance, she couldn't stay awake and fell asleep on the very first night.

007 braced herself against the nearby clump of grass. Her outstanding mental strength meant other shortcomings; her physical strength was not good, and now she was hungry and cold, so she was a little unsteady when she suddenly stood up.

As soon as she got up, she looked around. There was no threat in sight, and 007 breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so lucky."

I slept on the edge of the forest and when I woke up in the morning, not a single scratch was broken.

You should know that this is a supernatural instance.

The daytime temperature here was quite pleasant; the sun in the sky dispelled the chill, making everyone feel warm and cozy. 007 only supported himself for a short while before setting off towards the town: "Could it be because it was too cold and I was too hungry yesterday that I fell asleep due to lack of stamina? Looks like I'll have to work on improving my stamina in the future..."

As she pondered the problem, she weighed the bundles of dry branches in her hand. She had only collected this much in the middle of the night; theoretically, there shouldn't be a shortage of dry branches at the edge of the forest.

007 didn't know how much these dry branches could sell for; it might not even be enough to buy a lighter. However, she could first go to town to find out the prices, see what customers needed, what sold well, and what was profitable. She needed to investigate all of this.

If the dead branches are really worthless, she can find something else to sell.

Yesterday, she really didn't expect that dry branches would be so rare, so she came here to collect them without hesitation.

The dry grass crunched underfoot, and 007 stomped a few more times before continuing toward the town.

The streets are just as bustling during the day as they are at night, but because the sun is high in the sky, the shops don't need to turn on their lights. The streets without lights always seem to be missing something at first glance.

007 quickly located the spot where the ragged little girl from yesterday was; she was indeed still standing there at a distance.

She quickly took a few steps in that direction, but just then, she suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

She couldn't see the little girl clearly from a distance, but after running a few steps forward, 007 realized something was wrong.

"It seems like... you've gained weight? And you've shortened a little bit?"

She stopped and frowned as she looked at the little girl's figure not far away. She turned her back to herself, and the basket she had been carrying on her arm yesterday was placed on the ground beside her.

People were coming and going around, but no one seemed to notice anything unusual about the little girl, nor did anyone glance at her basket.

007 took a few more steps forward with suspicion, and then began to observe carefully.

Soon, she noticed something unusual. Her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open slightly: "This, this, this..."

Then, right under her nose, the ragged little girl seemed a little impatient and stood up with her back to 007.

Yes, the little girl was squatting just now.

No, it's not a little girl!

007 didn't quite understand why, after he just took a nap, the little girl selling lighters had turned into a big brother selling lighters.

Moreover, the older brother seems to have inherited the little girl's clothes and was wearing them as a cape.

He was seen tearfully trying to patch up the hole in his clothes, but thankfully he was wearing a white lab coat underneath, so he wasn't so depraved as to come out in just a small garment and make a fool of himself.

Just then, 007 spotted the guitar case lying in front of the man, with only a corner showing.

When she saw the guitar bag, she suddenly understood something.

Isn't this... that ghostly figure in the forest last night?

The person who, even after becoming a doctor, was unwilling to give up his love of music for his career—of course, this is just 007's imagination.

In that instant, 007 was unsure whether to leave or go up and say hello...

She wasn't sure if this person was actually a player, and the white figure that suddenly appeared in the forest last night had given her quite a fright.

That said, 007 admitted that he was only scared twice during this dungeon run.

Once, in the forest, in front of a cabin, she heard a series of pitiful screams coming from inside, like those of hell on earth. At that moment, she felt that she was only a hair's breadth away from death.

The second time, I was startled by the white figure, but the impact was much smaller than the first time.

At this moment, 007 had already recalled his previous tragic deaths in the dungeons. Each time, he died a miserable death, but it was even worse when he counted what little he had left after leaving the dungeon.

Thinking of this, she took a small step back: "Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best..."

However, seeing Gu Mian's white coat attire, she hesitated, as the characters in the dungeon didn't seem to wear such clothing...

Just as 007 was hesitating, she suddenly noticed that the guitar case in front of that person seemed to be undone, and something was flashing with light.

007 stepped forward to take a closer look: "Why is the guitar reflecting light? Could it not be a guitar inside?"

However, she quickly figured out what was inside.

After seeing what was inside, the previous hesitation instantly turned into decisiveness.

Without waiting a moment, 007 took off running, even faster than he had been in the forest.

"Players all have inventory slots, so why would they be carrying such a heavy chainsaw around?"

"Players can't attack ghosts in the dungeon, so even if it's a player, the chainsaw must be used to kill other players!"

The novel "Gugu Jing" suffered censorship, with two chapters failing to pass review. Modifications were made to get the story approved, such as changing Snow White to Black Sugar Princess and Little Red Riding Hood to Little Green Riding Hood, etc.

Oh dear, poor Gugu!
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