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Chapter 228 Continuing the Exam
Fang Xiaoling stood in the sea of ​​blooming flowers, lines of words began to appear in the air in front of her eyes.

She realized that she had already entered the examination procedure.

She didn't know when she would start to lose her memory. She looked around and found that the words that emerged moved with her eyes, and they were always kept in the center. They should be important instructions before the official exam.

"What's the use, I won't remember it anyway." Fang Xiaoling muttered to herself, focused her attention, and saw the text in front of her clearly:
Hello classmate, you have won the subject of [Lonely].

This is a basic compulsory course for everyone's soul. If a person never learns to be alone with himself and is always afraid of being alone, it will easily lead to unhealthy relationships.

As human beings, we must first learn to get along with ourselves and have faith in the value and meaning of our own existence. Only in this way can we make our souls more stable, and we will not distort our souls at will in order to get the company of other souls.

A solid and stable soul will eventually attract other souls who truly appreciate it, rather than disrespecting it or even trying to transform it wantonly.

"What's the matter, such a long paragraph, is it chicken soup for the soul?" Fang Xiaoling continued to read the remaining few sentences:
Are you willing to do some inner repairs to make your soul core stronger?

In line with the humanitarianism favored by the Spiritual School, I must remind you that this exam is extremely dangerous, and the survival rate of previous candidates is 3.64%.
At this time, you can still decide whether you want to proceed with this exam.

Please keep your eyes on the decision you want to make for five seconds. Before the countdown ends, you can change your decision at any time.

"It's so long-winded..." Fang Xiaoling stared at the [Continue] option, and a deafeningly loud countdown sounded around her:
5.
4.
3.
2.
Are you really sure you want to continue the exam?
In fact, you can also temporarily look away, calmly think about it first, and then make a decision.

……

Ok.

1.
The surrounding scene began to change, Fang Xiaoling sighed, thinking: Who set up such a long-winded examination procedure?
The scene is regenerated into a chessboard-like ground, with different forms of life standing in each grid.

The reason why they are called living bodies is because they are not all human beings, they have different appearances, some are cute, while others can be called demons and rakshasas.

Another line of words floated out of Fang Xiaoling's sight:

Please look at the guide you want to choose for five seconds. Before the countdown ends, you can change the choice of guide at any time, or look at the button below to make a random selection.

After the procrastination just now, Fang Xiaoling really wanted to do [Random Selection], but she didn't forget Jiang Tongtong's reminder before.

This is not a joke.

Fang Xiaoling walked unhurriedly on the line of the chessboard, carefully choosing her spirit guide.

Every time one passes by, the spirit guide will make an exclusive voice.

This made her realize that what these guides said was the only clue for her to distinguish the characteristics of these guides.

"I will give you abundant financial resources to help you overcome obstacles on the road to completing your project!" The red-faced monster with goat horns said with a smile, "Choose me, no matter you are rich or poor, your project will not change. Why? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to complete the course?"

"No, you can tell it's unreliable just by looking at you." Fang Xiaoling continued walking forward.

"Ma'am, believe me, you will need protection and companionship during your lonely journey." The man in a tuxedo bowed to her gentlemanly.

Fang Xiaoling shook her head and said, "Although you deducted the question, it's no good, you are too handsome."

"It's wrong to be handsome? Eh? Don't go?"

Fang Xiaoling ignored the man behind her to stay, and continued to walk forward, shaking her head all the way, and walked two lines before she knew it.

Those spirit guides were all scrambling to express what benefits they could bring to Fang Xiaoling. Some of the words the guides said could have something to do with the subject of [loneliness], but most of them seemed to have nothing to do with the subject.

Is there no one that makes me feel more reliable?
Fang Xiaoling thought in her heart, and suddenly stood still.

The red-lipped beauty next to her covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the final decision is to choose me. Don't worry, with me around, countless men will gather around you. Any lonely task can be easily completed."

Fang Xiaoling didn't answer her, but took a step back.

She turned to look at the woman wearing a wizard hat beside her, wearing a black dress, her bangs almost covering her eyes.

"Why don't you talk?" Fang Xiaoling looked down her somewhat dirty sleeves, from which she could see the woman's fingers, even the nails were painted black.

Hearing this inquiry, the woman slowly raised her eyes to look at her, but still said nothing, she looked away again.

"That's her!" Fang Xiaoling shouted.

There was no response around, and she remembered that the rule is to stare for five seconds.

Just like that, with the loud countdown, all the spirit guides around disappeared, leaving only the witch-like woman that Fang Xiaoling had just chosen.

It was as if everything had come to a standstill, and the chessboard hadn't changed.

The woman looked at her, with a slight smile on her face, and said, "My name is Wu Na."

Fang Xiaoling originally thought that this spirit guide could not speak, but after listening to the other party introduce her name, she also wanted to say: Hello, my name is Fang Xiaoling, please give me more advice next time.

But the words were not uttered.

Her brain stopped functioning like a shutdown. From the beginning, she wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and gradually forgot what she wanted to say just now; from wanting to ask when to leave, to asking when did she come?
"Where am I?" Fang Xiaoling looked around, then murmured, "Why do I exist?"

Splitting headache.

The surrounding air began to shatter and explode like glass.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Fang Xiaoling could vaguely feel someone holding her hand.

She also held the man's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

The soul is like a kite blown into the air by the wind, floating, dancing, and undulating lightly.

She didn't feel scared, because she was sure that the man was always holding the other end of the long line and would never let go.

I don't know how long it has been floating like this, the strong sunlight forced her to frown.

Fang Xiaoling opened her eyes a little, and saw the moldy wall.

"Xiaoling! Are you awake?" The hijab boy in school uniform let go of his hands and stood up nervously, "Uh...you drank too much last night, I..."

"Zhang Junming?" Fang Xiaoling sat up, clutching her painful head, "Oh my god, my head hurts... Where am I?"

"Ah! I'll pour water for you right now." Zhang Junming hurriedly picked up the worn-out kettle from the bedside table and poured half a bowl of hot water. "This is my house. You drank too much last night, and then..."

"Oh, I know I drank too much last night, where is Zeyu?" Fang Xiaoling lifted the quilt with a face full of disgust, "Where are my shoes?"

"I brushed it for you. You drank too much last night and vomited all over your shoes, so..."

"I'm really convinced. Why did you bring me to your house?" She looked around and found her leather shoes on the window sill. She wanted to go there barefoot to get them, but found that the ground was pitch black. "What's the smell in your house? Bring me my shoes!"

"No smell?" Zhang Junming smelled it himself, but he really didn't feel any smell. He passed the bowl over, "Xiaoling, drink your saliva first, I'll put your shoes in the basin and brush them for you. , it’s not dry inside yet.”

"Oh, I'll go..." Fang Xiaoling was about to scold him, but the pain and dizziness in her head came up again, and she said helplessly, "Student Zhang Junming, even if I really spit on my shoes, you can wipe them with a rag. That's it, as for washing from inside to outside? Can leather shoes be washed like that? Do you know what kind of leather this is?

Forget it, forget it, it’s useless to say it, bring it to me quickly! "

"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't know that this kind of shoes couldn't be washed..." Zhang Junming passed the shoes over like a child who has done something wrong.

(End of this chapter)