Buddhist player

It is difficult to describe in words the feelings of the bard when he saw this scene.

It wasn't fear or dread, but a pure blankness. At that moment, his consciousness seemed to detach from his body, his mind went blank, and he couldn't do anything. He could only stare blankly ahead.

"Alright, stop dawdling and go back to the living room."

Just then, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder hard.

Strangely enough, even though his mind had been blank before, the moment that hand patted his shoulder, it was as if some invisible shackle had been removed, or as if a drowning person had their head pulled out of the water with the help of others; he came back to life.

...a very strange feeling.

"this……"

Watching the figure supporting Yuan Qing as they walked towards the villa gate, and then glancing at Dao Ke Dao Fei Chang Dao, who was clutching his neck and looked just as if he had survived a disaster, the bard suddenly realized that he couldn't quite understand this player named Chen Bai.

After this strange incident, the bard and the Dao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Dao dared not linger any longer, and did not even dare to look around. They practically ran back to the living room.

With the living room door closed, the torrential rain and cold winds outside were immediately shut out, and the light emitted by the camping lights in the hall brought a great sense of security.

However, before the bard could even calm down, the strong smell of blood permeating the hall made his heart tighten.

Clearly, they weren't the only ones who ran into trouble. Tiger King and Fallen Maple Leaf, who stayed on the first floor to explore, also seemed to have encountered some problems.

However, this worry suddenly transformed into a subtle... subtle feeling when he saw Tiger King and Maple Leaf on the sofa.

On the sofa in the living room, Tiger King was tightly bound to it with nylon ropes all over his body. His eyes were rolling back as if he had already fainted, and a rag that had been found somewhere was stuffed in his mouth.

As for the cute girl who blew down the maple leaf, she curled up in the other corner of the sofa with her legs drawn up, looking weak, helpless, and pitiful.

On the coffee table next to it were scattered bandages, gauze, and other medical supplies, as well as a kitchen knife stained with blood.

The scene looked incredibly bizarre.

"You're finally back!!"

Hearing the commotion of their return, he quickly stood up from the sofa, blew a maple leaf onto his face, and revealed a relieved expression.

It was at this moment that the bard noticed that the other person also seemed to be injured. As the other person got up, a piece of white gauze was faintly visible from the corner of the other person's clothes.

"What are you doing...?"

"I don't know what happened, but Tiger King suddenly went crazy. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and started slashing around. He also tried to hurt himself. I had no choice but to knock him unconscious and tie him up."

The falling maple leaves clearly illustrated the importance of not wasting words at crucial moments. After noticing that the people in front of her were also acting strangely, she quickly described what had happened on her side in the most concise way possible.

"...Suddenly went mad?"

Raising an eyebrow, Bai Chen looked at the Fierce Tiger King on the sofa.

Sure enough, he found multiple bandage marks on the other man's hands, legs, and waist. Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the Tiger King's face was slightly pale.

Although the fallen maple leaves didn't say much, judging from the messy surroundings and the several conspicuous cut marks on the sofa, it was clear that a fierce chase had taken place here.

After comparing the size difference between the fallen maple leaf and the fierce tiger king, Bai Chen was immediately filled with awe.

No wonder they say you can't judge a book by its cover. I never expected this unassuming guy to be such a hidden powerhouse.

A maple leaf blown down: "..."

For some reason, even though the other person only glanced at her, she vaguely felt as if she had been offended...

"Let's put aside the exchange of intelligence for now, let me start the fire first."

Seeing that the bard was about to ask a question, Bai Chen waved his hand to interrupt him. He first took out a few basic healing potions from his backpack and tossed them to Yuan Qing, who was standing silently to the side, soaking wet. Then he moved the coffee table and tidied up the space.

After that, under the strange gazes of the people around him, Bai Chen lit a fire where the coffee table had been, set up a barbecue grill, and took out skewers of meat, chicken legs, ham, soup, various seasonings, and a brush...

"What are you doing...?"

"Oh, these are some preparations I made in case it might be a wilderness survival scenario. Anyway, they're just taking up space in my backpack, so I might as well take them out and use them up. You guys must be hungry, right? Let's have some barbecue."

Bai Chen casually took out the wood he had bought earlier and piled it up next to him.

"Also, before that, I suggest you change into dry clothes first, so you're less likely to catch a cold."

Everyone: "..."

"No, in situations like this, shouldn't we...respect our surroundings?"

With one hand covering his forehead, the bard suddenly felt somewhat powerless.

These equipment would indeed be suitable for camping in the wild, but the problem is that they have just encountered a series of thrilling and bizarre events and have not yet fully recovered.

...Logically speaking, shouldn't the next thing be for them to gather together with serious and tense expressions to exchange information and discuss the next course of action while paying close attention to changes in the surrounding environment?

"Hmm... If you don't mind, you can actually watch me eat barbecue while we have a serious and tense discussion."

After careful consideration, Bai Chen offered a suggestion.

"Also, if you want a certain atmosphere, you can turn off the camping light and light a white candle."

As he spoke, Bai Chen added a piece of wood to the fire, then pointed to the white candle still standing on the coffee table beside him.

The bard: "..."

Yuan Qing glanced at Bai Chen, then remained silent, taking the bottles of basic healing potions and turning to walk towards the nearby restroom.

After entering the restroom, she did not close the door, but only left it half-open, and then changed her clothes inside.

Not to mention being drenched by the torrential rain earlier, just one dip in the swimming pool soaked me to the bone. The temperature here was already low, and the cold wind made it even more biting. Changing clothes was absolutely necessary.

Seeing that Yuanqing was the first to act, the bard and Dao Ke Dao Cannot Be the Constant Dao also wanted to follow suit. However, just as they were about to change their clothes, they seemed to remember something and turned to look at the fallen maple leaf on the sofa next to them, who was looking at them innocently.

"Uh... don't worry, you can change it without worry, I won't peek."

After a moment of stunned silence, the fallen maple leaf quickly covered its face with its hands... and then secretly opened its fingers.

The bard / The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao: "..."