Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 31 The Knife is So Cool

The Hehuan Sect disciple was shaken so hard that he felt dizzy, but Ye Qingyuan didn't notice that he was about to be shaken to pieces, and still shouted excitedly: "The Hehuan Sect is saved!"

After coming to his senses, the disciple immediately gestured to the other disciples who came after hearing the news. The other party nodded in understanding. Several people rushed forward, held Ye Qingyuan down and dragged him away.

Holding down the struggling Ye Qingyuan, a disciple said dissatisfiedly: "How can we save him! All phenomena are illusions, you are obsessed with appearances!"

"I'm not obsessed, I'm not crazy, there is real hope!"

"You don't repent, do you? Smear some mud on her face and see if she still goes crazy!"

Finding that his explanation didn't make sense, Ye Qingyuan became angry.

The rainbow-like magic weapon was thrown out and turned into thousands of silks in the air, wrapping up the other disciples.

Seeing Ye Qingyuan like this, other disciples shouted: "You said you are not crazy, but you have already started to attack your fellow disciples!"

"So you don't want to listen to me, right?"

The chaotic farce lasted for half an hour until the sect's eldest sister was sobered up by being splashed with cold water, and then she persuaded everyone to calm down.

After asking the wounded people to sit down, the eldest sister asked about the whole story while burping, then nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Ye Qingyuan."

"Senior sister, I'm here." Ye Qingyuan looked at the eldest sister excitedly, ready to make her happy as well.

"I don't care if you're dreaming, but it's wrong of you to involve everyone in your gameplay. I apologize to everyone. From now on, you can only enjoy this kind of gameplay when no one is around."

"Eh?"

"Actually, I've played this type of game before." The eldest sister lay on the jar of wine, her long hair covering her eyes and sliding to the side along the jar, vaguely retaining some of her charm from the past.

But now, he is just an alcoholic who likes to drink.

"Thinking back to those days, I often fantasized that the Hehuan Sect could be saved, the morale of the righteous path could be reversed, everyone's cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, and I would find a good husband who would be a good match for me. In the imaginary world, I also had three children, each one cuter than the other."

Thinking of this, the eldest sister covered her face to block her tears and cried, "But fantasy is fantasy after all. The reality after waking up will be even more bleak. So, promise me, don't play this game again in the future."

"No, Senior Sister, I'm serious."

"Okay, okay, I understand you. Sometimes when you get too absorbed in the fun, you really can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. Be good and go to sleep, or you'll be really embarrassed when you wake up."

With a long sigh, Ye Qingyuan handed the bamboo slips to the senior sister and said seriously: "Just think of it as being tricked by me. You can give it a try."

The eldest sister also sighed, then picked up the bamboo slips and immersed her thoughts in them.

A quarter of an hour later, the eldest sister put down the bamboo slips and tears burst out.

Holding Ye Qingyuan, she cried and said, "Qingyuan, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Big sister, it's okay, just trust me."

"Light fate~"

"Senior sister!"

Looking at the two people hugging each other while crying, the other disciples began to look at each other in confusion.

Is this hysteria contagious?

But at the same time, they also held on to a glimmer of hope, so they copied and distributed the bamboo slips and began to read them.

Although they didn't quite believe that a small bamboo slip could save the Hehuan Sect, they were already miserable enough now, and it wouldn't get any worse.

Then, they were completely defeated.

Lin Yuan only created a story line for the character Ye Qingyuan, but the graceful text made the character very three-dimensional, and combined with the moving illusions, the image of "Ye Qingyuan" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The emotionless girl and the taciturn boy met by chance in a deserted area. The two of them walked together into a deep mountain, and many interesting stories happened.

Although he was a little silent at first, after getting to know each other, the boy became more cheerful, and the girl's empty heart was filled with the boy's smile.

Inexplicable emotions grew between the two, and the sweet and shy little interactions made the disciples who were playing the game twist into a ball from time to time and let out meaningless screams.

But as the game progressed, the atmosphere became a little off. Inexplicable flashbacks began to emerge in the girl's mind, and she realized that she didn't seem to know why she was heading into the mountains.

She doesn't even know who she was in the past, and her instincts are making her avoid the truth.

Even though she knew the truth would come out, she still lingered on the warmth the boy gave her and was unwilling to recall the pain of the past.

The boy, who had been cheerful before, became silent again. His hesitant expression made the disciples vaguely aware of something, but they continued to push the plot forward with a glimmer of hope.

The guy who wrote the story is definitely a genius. He has a very good grasp of despair and hope, and his control over emotions is impeccable.

Hope and despair appear alternately in the story. When the disciples feel that they are doomed, the story will have a little turn for the better. And when hope seems to be just a little bit away, greater despair will roar in.

Their moods were manipulated by the author's applause, and they became captives of the author's words and stories, sinking deeper and deeper into this sweet quagmire.

Unconsciously, they have fallen into the quagmire of the story and cannot escape no matter what.

Finally, the expected knife came towards him.

Even though they knew that this stabbing was the inevitable outcome, they were still stabbed so hard that they bled profusely and couldn't even cry.

After putting down the bamboo slips, the disciples all looked stunned.

They wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The expected knife strike was so cruel and painful that even when they breathed they could feel the biting cold wind blowing across the wound on their chest, making them almost suffocate from the pain.

They looked at Ye Qingyuan in silence, their hearts completely captured by "Ye Qingyuan", and it seemed that they could no longer feel any joy or sorrow.

Finally, a senior sister burst into tears: "Qingyuan, you died so tragically."

"Yes, I died a miserable death." Ye Qingyuan also said while crying.

"Who would have thought that you've been dead for hundreds of years? The hero is just a monk who sends your soul home. He can't save you no matter what. But when you think about it, the hero is more miserable. After all, he knew you were dead when they met, but he still fell in love with you. This story is painful, but still so cool!"

"Right... huh? Wait."

The other disciples also looked at the disciple who was speaking in confusion, and then said in confusion: "Strange, the story I saw is not like this. Ye Qingyuan was clearly a living sacrifice who voluntarily let himself be swallowed by the sacred mountain, but he just forgot his identity. The whole story actually discusses the relationship between the interests of individuals and the group."

"Mine is different too. In my storyline, Ye Qingyuan is the mountain god."

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

After they got together to summarize, they were surprised to find that the story in the bamboo slips had multiple different endings.

In different endings, Ye Qingyuan's identity is completely different. Sometimes he is a ghost, sometimes he is a living sacrifice of the sacred mountain, and sometimes he is directly the mountain god.

It looks messy, but for some reason, it always makes people feel like there is some connection between them.

After summarizing for a while, they found that there were different choices in the game, and different choices led to different endings.

And every time you pass an ending, a seemingly inconspicuous little flower in the opening scene of the game will have an extra petal. I wonder if there is any deep meaning in this.

"Every time you pass an ending, a petal will be born. If we collect all the endings, will there be a different result?"

"You mean, go through all the stories again? Spare me."

Although he said so, the disciple was already eager to try.

After all, the game in this bamboo slip is special.

But it's really cool.

It hurts and feels good.

A whole new world unfolds, making them unable to stop experiencing one tragedy after another.

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