Chase Game

The skill effect of [Guan Yang] is quite good.

After Ling Yi used it, a glowing line appeared in his field of vision, drifting and connecting in one direction.

Zhang Qiang couldn't see the line, so he could only follow Ling Yi.

So the two men and the dog embarked on another search.

The other end of this line was connected to the dancer.

Inside the stone brick house, illuminated by several torches, a dancer sat on a chair, facing a bronze mirror.

A wooden comb brushed through her smooth, straight black hair, separating it into fine strands.

The dancer gently placed the wooden comb on the dressing table, then interlaced her slender fingers and inserted them into the hair at the back of her head.

With a flick of the wrist, a large swath of black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

At that moment, several rapid breaths came from the secret passage.

"Ha...hoo...ha...My lord...hahoo..."

"My lord...it's him, it's him...it really is him!"

Ma Tuan rushed out of the darkness, not even having time to catch her breath, and said urgently.

Shen Nianqing smiled gently and said softly, "Even if it's Little Nezha, there's no need to get so excited, is there?"

Ma Tuan was taken aback, then immediately remembered that song:

It's him, it's him, it's him, the young hero Nezha!

However, it suddenly shook its head:

"No, it's not Nezha, it's him!"

The tricolor dumpling, having caught its breath, squeezed the sesame ball apart and cursed:

"Get out of the way... You're the one who can explain it clearly, you've been trying for ages!"

After finishing his tirade, he turned to the girl combing her hair and said:

"My lord, it's Ling Yi! He's in this instance too, we saw him!"

Shen Nianqing's hand, which was about to tie her hair, paused slightly. She turned her head to stare at the tricolor dumpling and said seriously:

"How could this be? Are you sure... it really is him?"

At this moment, Ma Tuan also caught his breath and said:

"There's no mistake. Even if appearances can change, aura will not."

At this moment, the tricolor dumpling reminded:

"My lady, why don't you check the 'Library'?"

The document library was established by the [Literary Court] to serve as a place for the [Heart Heaven Court] to record and share information.

Ma Tuan pouted, "Those guys haven't taken us [Wen Ting] seriously for a long time. How can they still upload information to the library?"

Shen Nianqing stroked Ma Tuan's head and pondered:

"It's not as serious as you make it out to be... Let me check the paperback site first."

Shen Nianqing closed her eyes and silently recited the information "Ling Yi", "Beiguan City", and "Qian Community".

A few minutes later, a message appeared out of nowhere in her mind.

New player information: Ling Yi (21 years old, a junior at Beiguan University), obtained player status on [date].

In the first game, I, as a fugitive, killed Li Fang (a regular player) from the Wuting faction.

Appendix: [Beast Court] Butterfly Investigation Report - Currently a member of the association, a promising new player.

Information uploaded by: Hibiscus, Butterfly.

Shen Nianqing frowned slightly. The time when Ling Yi obtained his player identity was the night before the morning she met him.

She glanced at the upload time of the information again, and it turned out to be shortly before the [Fire of Calamity Transformation] dungeon opened.

No wonder I didn't know.

Seeing the time lag in the information, her expression turned somewhat cold.

It seems that what Ma Tuan said makes sense.

The current Wen Ting is indeed plagued by serious internal conflicts, and it can basically be said to be divided into two factions.

Although her father's faction held power, they were not well-liked within the entire "Heavenly Court Outside the Heart".

The fact that the information was uploaded to the document library three or four days later is proof of this.

What she didn't know was that Furong was also concealing the fact that the Tibetan Mastiff had also died.

The other faction, exemplified by the Raven Squad "Monks," is the opposite; they are well-connected among all the various factions.

This involves all sorts of complicated things, like a tangled ball of yarn that's hard to untangle.

Oh well, now's not the time to think about these things.

Shen Nianqing sighed and temporarily put the factional struggles out of her mind.

She opened her eyes, and the two kittens beneath her looked at her expectantly.

After nodding slightly, she said, "There is indeed a record in the library, so it should be him."

"Ah! I knew it!"

Ma Tuan jumped onto the dressing table.

The tricolor dumpling seized the opportunity and jumped into Shen Nianqing's arms, curling up into a ball and saying:

"My lady, do you wish to meet him?"

I thought Shen Nianqing would hesitate, but to my surprise, she shook her head decisively:

"We can still be friends in real life, but in the game..."

It's still unnecessary, since the Chosen Ones in the game are best left to the players.

Moreover, given my special status, meeting me would only bring trouble to both of us.

"But you don't have your original appearance now, so is it not permissible to approach you even as a dancer?"

Sancai Tuanzi still stubbornly tries to bring the two together.

Shen Nianqing took the kitten off her arms and turned to face the bronze mirror, where her smile was reflected.

A ring of glowing silk thread was wrapped around the ring finger of her right hand, which was holding up her hair, making it invisible to the sesame balls and tricolor dumplings.

The girl smiled gently:

"No, my intuition tells me that Ling Yi is the 'scholar' who rescued the dancer."

If he takes me away, how am I supposed to retrieve the 'Origin'?

Ma Tuan scratched and touched things on the dressing table, and with a snap, pulled something off.

To ease the awkwardness, he said in a serious tone, "That's right, exactly!"

Sancai Tuanzi ignored him. "In that case, Ling Yi's single-line mission will be difficult to complete."

Shen Nianqing finished tying her hair up and put her hands down, saying, "I'll trouble him to run around a bit longer. Once I get the source, I'll find a way to help him."

As she spoke, Shen Nianqing stood up, took the light from her ring finger, and gently placed it on the dressing table.

"Alright, let's go check out 'Dongshan Village'."

On the other side, Ling Yi also felt that the effect of [Guan Yang] suddenly became somewhat unstable. The silk thread in the air swayed more and was not as solid as before.

Is the deadline approaching?

That's what he thought to himself.

Fortunately, he has found a breakthrough.

Two people and a dog were gathered around a dry well, which was completely dark and bottomless.

Moreover, the well opening was narrow, which made Zhang Qiang a little apprehensive. He asked, "Ling Yi, are you sure we're down here?"

"Okay, I can do it myself. You have your own solo mission, so you don't need to follow me."

Ling Yi said seriously.

Zhang Qiang felt around the well opening, peered inside, and frowned, saying, "How can that be?"

Zhang Qiang was thinking that since Ling Yi was a fugitive, he could only run away when he encountered danger. If he went with him, he could protect him.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a token at his waist began to glow.

"What is this?" Ling Yi asked.

Zhang Qiang glanced at it and said nonchalantly, "A communication token. This means Wang Yun is calling me over."

"Then you're not going?"

"Hey, it doesn't matter whether I go or not, he can't order me around... Let's not talk about this, I'm logging off now!"

As he spoke, Zhang Qiang was about to climb down.

"Wait," Ling Yi quickly stopped him, advising, "I think you should still go. You can help me stall Wang Yun while I'm rescuing the dancer."

After saying that, he added, "This is more useful than you coming down with me."

Zhang Qiang thought about it and realized that it made sense, so he pulled his dangling leg back in.

"Then... I'll go?"

"Go ahead, if you really can't hold them off, then let it go, but whatever you do, don't fight Wang Yun."

Ling Yi warned that this was for Zhang Qiang's sake, as attacking Wang Yun, the agent of the family, without cause would harm Zhang Qiang's interests.

Zhang Qiang's single-line mission might fail.

Zhang Qiang thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Only when Ling Yi was left alone did he turn his gaze back to the dry well.

It was a deep, dark place, and you could never know what was inside.