Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1221. The Book at Night (9)

Lin Xi didn't know how long she slept, but she slept quite comfortably.

Huang Jingjing was already awake and was sitting by the window looking at the scenery.

"The library has turned into a supermarket," Huang Jingjing said with a smile. "Banxia has gone to work too."

"How are the others? Have they all cleared the level?" Lin Xi asked as she got out of bed.

"We've all cleared the level. Including us, there are still eighty people," Huang Jingjing replied.

"Did you have meal?"

"No, let's eat together. There's no need to rush to the supermarket. I guess if we don't go, it won't get dark so early." Huang Jingjing laughed.

Lin Xi smiled too.

She thought so too.

After all, other players have different completion times, so this broken game should give everyone a good rest.

Lin Xi took out her phone and sent a message to Guo Yuelang, asking if they had eaten yet.

Guo Yuelang said they all ate it.

"Should we create another group?" Lin Xi asked.

After saying that, she remembered that of the eight people present, only she, Huang Jingjing, Guo Yuelang, and Ouyang Xichen had cell phones.

The last time she gave Bai Ye an item was in the red envelope dungeon, which had a mobile phone, but she didn't give Bai Ye a mobile phone.

The reason why Bai Ye's red envelopes didn't turn into gold coins or money is probably because he doesn't have a live streaming room, a linked bank card, or a mobile phone.

Lin Xi decided to give Bai Ye a cell phone.

Just as Lin Xi was about to call her phone, she suddenly saw that Guo Yuelang had already created a group chat.

The group not only includes the four of them who have mobile phones, but also Bai Ye, Bai Yueming, Quan Quan, and Xiao Qin.

"Is Xin Xin giving away so many phones?" Lin Xi laughed.

“It’s okay, he has more than all of us.” Huang Jingjing smiled as well.

"There aren't as many of us now."

—You three are really generous, giving away props everywhere.

—Well, having too many phones isn't really that useful, is it?
—They have a lot of skills, and now this crappy game doesn't give out items anymore. If you meet someone you click with, of course you should give them something.

The main point is that having too many cell phones is really not very useful; having just one to keep in touch with is enough.

—I have several cell phones in my life!

--Me too.

—I bought new ones, and the old ones aren't broken, so of course I have several.

Ouyang Xichen added another person, whose nickname was "Memories of the First Snow".

It should be the player he was chatting with.

Guo Yuelang suggested in the group chat that everyone change their names to their in-game names.

Memories of the First Snow – the game's name is First Snow.

First Snow: [Hello everyone!]

Shirono: [Hello. Hello everyone.]

Lin Xi greeted them from inside and then said they would eat right away and then set off.

After eating, Lin Xi and Huang Jingjing quickly went downstairs to meet up with everyone and headed to the supermarket across the street.

"Isn't Chuxue in the same supermarket as us?" Lin Xi asked. "She was in the same supermarket last time. They went into the same library as us, but their missions were different, though their experiences were similar," Ouyang Xichen replied. "The NPCs they encountered were different from ours."

"That means we might go into the same library again and run into each other again," Xiaoqin interjected.

"Not necessarily," Bai Yueming smiled. "It'll probably be random."

The group chatted as they arrived at the supermarket.

They found Banxia with practiced ease.

Banxia still didn't seem very happy.

"Banxia," Lin Xi called out.

Banxia smiled at her.

"Haven't you settled the rent yet?" Huang Jingjing asked.

"It went up by a hundred," Banxia replied. "It's alright."

It seems that Banxia's unhappiness wasn't due to the rent, but rather her mother's illness.

As soon as Banxia finished speaking, Lin Xi saw light gray mist rising again above the supermarket, and then the indoor lights began to dim.

The shelves gradually transformed into bookshelves.

"Welcome to the world of books at night." The cold, electronic voice sounded again. "Please complete this round of tasks. Task countdown: 72 hours."

The room was dark, and the bookshelves were not arranged neatly, making it look like a maze.

Lin Xi looked at Banxia, ​​who also looked bewildered.

"Welcome to the 137th cycle." A hoarse male voice came from above.

Everyone looked up and saw a boy in a school uniform hanging upside down on the spiral staircase handrail, his backpack zipper open, revealing a bronze pocket watch.

His pupils were cloudy grayish-white, like two pools of solidified mercury.

The boy came down the spiral staircase headfirst, his gaze towards them somewhat eerie.

To be precise, the way he looked at Banxia was somewhat strange.

"Beneath the seventh bookshelf lies your father's rib." The boy's voice was hoarse, numb, and devoid of emotion.

Banxia's body stiffened abruptly, and her hands, which were placed at her sides, clenched involuntarily, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

She looked up at the boy hanging upside down, her voice trembling slightly.

"What did you say? My father... how did his ribs end up here?"

The boy didn't answer immediately, but remained upside down, his cloudy gray-white pupils staring intently at Banxia, ​​as if examining a rare exhibit.

His fingers clenched the metal handrail of the spiral staircase, leaving a slight indentation. The bronze pocket watch in his bag swayed gently with his movements, the patterns on its dial appearing and disappearing in the dim light.

“Missing doesn’t mean dead.” The boy finally spoke, his hoarse voice echoing in the empty library, carrying an eerie composure beyond his years. “But his ribs are indeed buried under the seventh shelf. Ten years ago, right here, he buried his own ribs.”

“That’s impossible!” Banxia looked at the boy warily. “When my father disappeared, the police investigated every possible place, but they never mentioned this library! And ten years ago, this wasn’t a library; it was an abandoned factory!”

The boy slowly climbed down the stairs, landing headfirst with his legs bent upwards, like a spider defying the laws of physics.

He slowly straightened up, his movements as stiff as a marionette. The pocket watch in his schoolbag fell to the ground with a "thud," and a thin crack appeared on the dial.

“An abandoned factory?” The boy let out a strange laugh, like rusty gears turning. “What you see is never the truth. This library is in a cycle. In the 137th cycle, they are the newest participants, and your father was the loser in the 3rd cycle.”

"What happens to the losers?" Lin Xi asked.

She could feel the fog around her getting thicker and thicker, and the books on the bookshelf began to make a faint rustling sound, as if something was wriggling inside them.

The boy didn't answer Lin Xi's question, but instead walked towards Banxia step by step. With each step, a black footprint was left on the ground, from which wisps of black smoke rose.