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“Almost done… almost done…”

Xiao Xiao muttered to herself, the speed of her hands becoming increasingly skilled.

The night was already deep.

Moonlight streamed in through her window, but it couldn't compare to the comforting candlelight inside.

Her shadow was cast on the wall, as she held the unfinished helmet in her hands, mending and patching it up.

If Wu Wang were present at this moment,

he would definitely recognize it.

The shape of this helmet was already quite close to the "Overlord Helmet" he had seen in his memories.

After delivering the corpse of the Blue-Haired Executioner, Xiao Xiao was sent back to her residence by the troupe leader.

She didn't go out to explore as she had the previous night.

Instead, she began to repair the helmet.

This was a character function she had discovered earlier.

As long as she placed all the helmet repairing tools in order and sat at the table, she would unconsciously begin to repair it.

Even though Xiao Xiao herself didn't possess the skill of repairing.

Her body would act as if by instinct.

It seemed that this was a skill inherent to the character she was playing.

Of course, this wasn't the White-Robed Sister identity that Xiao Xiao had used to deceive other players.

In reality, her identity was the "Costume Keeper" in the Righteous Garden.

That is, the one responsible for managing costumes and other logistics.

And in Xiao Xiao's side quest, there was never an option to [Kill the Troupe Leader of the Opera God Righteous Garden].

At that time, it was just that the others happened to be on that trap side quest, and she said she was too, in order to avoid complications.

In fact, Xiao Xiao's real side quest was—

[Repair the helmet and give it to a virtuous person]

She had always been unsure of what the so-called "virtuous person" was.

But after experiencing those things in the Nuo Opera Garden, and after Wu Wang and the book boy analyzed the metaphor in the mask ghosts' story of "Lord Guan's Salt Pond Battle with Chi You,"

she understood.

She needed to find the virtuous person in this Opera God Righteous Garden who intended to remove the "malice."

But Xiao Xiao was also somewhat hesitant.

After all, knowing that the others' side quests were traps, she was also worried that her own quest might have problems.

“No, either way, I’ll die, might as well take a gamble.”

Xiao Xiao shook her head, reorganizing her chaotic thoughts.

If she only pursued clearing the game and hastily ended this instance, and the curse still made no progress, she would eventually die in other instances with the mentality of a child.

She needed this kind of unexpected side quest to find a way to break the game.

At the window that Xiao Xiao hadn't noticed,

although there were no traces of anyone, an eye slowly disappeared into the twilight.

It didn't seem surprised by Xiao Xiao's actions of repairing the helmet.

A moment later, a dark figure quietly walked out from beside the house.

His steps were quite arrogant and undisguised, but no footsteps came from the silent night.

He was like a ghost wandering in this Opera God Righteous Garden.

Before long, he wandered to the rooms of other players.

After a little observation, he entered the house where Li Wang and the Blue-Haired Executioner had lived.

After that, he never came out again.

Until the sound of conversation appeared in the small courtyard outside.

“You should rest well tonight, if there’s anything, just call me.”

That was the voice of the skinny old man.

“Yes, no problem, you go ahead and get busy.”

The voice that spoke to him was calm and slightly feminine, undoubtedly the book boy.

After a few words, the book boy's footsteps returned to his own room.

Xiao Xiao and the others, hearing the movement, didn't immediately come out to ask what he had talked about with the troupe leader.

At present, the "malice" in this Righteous Garden was still unknown.

That seemingly honest and simple skinny old man couldn't be trusted either.

They had to wait until he was far away.

The book boy, who had returned to his room, took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve.

After folding it into the shape of a paper doll, he threw it onto his bed.

Then, he made an unbelievable move—

The book boy lightly jumped towards the paper doll.

That slender figure of 1.8 meters actually drilled into the palm-sized paper doll.

At the same time, in the room of the Blue-Haired Executioner,

a paper doll dyed blue slowly crawled out of the neatly folded bedding.

The next second, the book boy jumped out of this paper doll.

He quietly came to the room of the Blue-Haired Executioner, not knowing what he wanted to do.

However, unexpectedly,

a dark figure was already sitting on the chair in this room.

Looking at the book boy with a mysterious expression.

Immediately making him feel alert.

“The performers in our garden have good taste.” The dark figure said jokingly, “Not sleeping late at night, always liking to run to other people’s rooms.”

“If it were to a female performer’s room, I could understand it as satisfying each other’s needs.”

“But why is someone climbing into the room of a male performer? Could it be that they have a bit of a fondness for the same sex?”

The teasing of the dark figure didn't cause the book boy to have too many emotions.

Because the Blue-Haired Executioner was already dead.

Sneaking into his room naturally meant not lighting a candle.

He could only squint his eyes and try to see the other person's blurry outline under the moonlight.

Seeing this, the dark figure didn't hide at all.

Instead, he stood up and took a step forward, standing directly under the moonlight coming in from the window.

Letting the book boy see his face clearly.

At this sight, he was dumbfounded.

“Troupe Leader Yu? Weren’t you just now… Wait.” The book boy’s expression also became serious, and he said firmly, “You are not Troupe Leader Lou, or rather, not the one I know.”

Although there was a black and white Peking opera mask on the other person's face,

it was still possible to clearly recognize that his appearance was completely consistent with that of Troupe Leader Yu.

However, whether it was the tone or the personality, it didn't seem to match the current troupe leader.

Someone is impersonating the troupe leader?

“I am him, but not entirely, at least I wouldn’t think of dragging Lou Yu to the underworld.” The masked troupe leader said in a deep voice, “I know who you people are.”

“Descenders, right?”

As soon as these words came out, the book boy was stunned at first.

Then he sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, the thing he was most worried about had happened.

Because the mark of [Death] was something that didn't belong to this instance world, and after it existed here, he was afraid that the instance creatures would realize it.

That there were other worlds outside their world.

Thus, becoming aware of the existence of players.

The three words [Descender] were the instance creatures' name for the players.

It seemed that this masked troupe leader knew more than the troupe leader on the opera stage.

“Alas… Since you can call out these three words, regardless of whether your identity is real or fake, what do you want to do by finding me?” The book boy simply sat down on the bed and asked.

The other party took out a blood-red piece of paper from behind him.

Handing it to the book boy, he smiled and said, “You came to find this, right? Let me guess again, today’s [Blue Wrist] isn’t the real person at all, nor is it a corpse, but a paper doll, right?”

The book boy shrugged his shoulders, took the paper, flipped it a few times, and a delicate paper-cut window flower appeared in his hand.

Throwing it towards the window, it stuck firmly to the window.

Even the color and surface marks of the paper began to become deep and old.

As if it had been pasted on the window a long time ago, experiencing wind and rain until now.

“I killed him, I can’t possibly carry the corpse around like a puppeteer, although it’s not impossible, but paper dolls are cleaner.”

This was also a disguised admission of what the other party had said.

Today, whether it was the Blue-Haired Executioner who was acting with the prince with the other players,

or the Blue-Haired Executioner who exchanged information with Zi Jin and the others.

They were all just his paper figures.

The real corpse had always been hidden by him in this room.

His skill allowed the paper stained with the Blue-haired Executioner's blood to transform into paper figures that acted in accordance with the deceased's patterns.

After finishing the play with the players,

it returned to the room and transformed back into paper.

He could have waited for the pageboy to immediately collect them afterwards.

He never expected that the real corpse would actually go out on its own and head towards the Nuo Opera Garden.

Li Wang also noticed at that time that something was wrong with the Blue-haired Executioner who went out, and when he followed, he was killed.

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After attracting the attention of the players and NPCs, the paper pageboy, naturally, had no time to spare to collect the paper left in the room.

Fortunately, while in the Nuo Opera Garden, no one could come to this room to search.

He could come to collect the paper late at night and it would still be in time.

Now that he was seen through, he was not angry.

More than anything, it was just a sense of helplessness.

The Mask Troupe Leader shook his head and said, "You are an Adventurer, why do you have to listen to the instructions of my other half and kill your own companions?"

"No, my killing him has nothing to do with the [Five Flowers Tune], it's just a personal reason," the pageboy explained without changing his expression.

Then, he asked with great interest, "You keep talking about the other Troupe Leader's faults, could it be that you don't want to complete the [Five Flowers Tune]?"

Hearing this, the Mask Troupe Leader snorted coldly.

He clenched his fists and said with gritted teeth:

"The separation of Yin and Yang is the natural order of things, and privately breaking this barrier will inevitably lead to tragedy."

"This place is the Underworld. My other half cannot accept the fact that he is dead, and always feels that it is Lou Yu who died."

"Using the [Five Flowers Tune] will actually bring Lou Yu from the Yang world, which will harm her instead."

"The same goes for the Prince, a dead person wanting to return to the Yang world."

"If it really succeeds, it will surely bring disaster to one side!"

The Mask Troupe Leader's words made the pageboy look at him with new eyes.

He suddenly realized a problem.

Could the "good" in the mask ghost story be this person?

Thinking of this, the pageboy continued to ask, "You want to stop the success of the [Five Flowers Tune], why are you looking for me? Wouldn't it be enough to convince the other you?"

The other party shook his head and replied, "I've tried, not only does he not accept it, but he doesn't even want to acknowledge my existence."

"In the end, he imprisoned me in another dilapidated opera house. Last night, I was able to escape with the help of another Adventurer."

"And you and the other Adventurer should both know—"

"Only one of you can go back, right?"

The pageboy remained silent.

Thinking about what the other party said.

Yes, he had speculated in this regard.

The only way to connect Yin and Yang currently given in the instance is the [Five Flowers Tune].

In other words, the most obvious way to clear the instance is—

Complete the [Five Flowers Tune], create the puppets, and then return to the Yang world through the puppets.

This was originally what the Prince wanted to do.

Why can he do it, but the players can't?

The drawback of this method is—

Only one player can successfully clear the instance.

But the pageboy always felt it was too absurd.

This, after all, requires sacrificing the lives of at least five players to be carried out.

Even so, there is still no way for multiple people to use the [Five Flowers Tune] together.

The others will ultimately stay here and bear the Prince and Troupe Leader's anger, which will mostly be ominous.

Logically speaking, the Spirit Disaster Game would not design such an absolute instance.

This may be one way.

But it is definitely not the only way to clear the instance.

However, the Mask Troupe Leader's next words made him tempted.

"I want to help one of you Adventurers return to the Yang world after completing the [Five Flowers Tune]."

"Originally, the person I chose was the one who helped me last night, but unfortunately, he is no longer here."

A cheap smile immediately appeared in the pageboy's mind.

[Widower]!?

He was the one who helped this Mask Troupe Leader escape last night?

This Mask Troupe Leader said he is no longer here.

Could it be that the other party really died in the Nuo Opera Garden?

He felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't say what was wrong.

"Why did you decide to choose me now?" the pageboy asked.

Since the other party had already stated his intentions, it was clear that he wanted him to be the player who returned to the Yang world.

The Mask Troupe Leader shook his head and smiled, "Besides you and that White Robe, who else can create the [Five Flowers Tune]? I have no choice."

Looking at the other party's ambiguous expression.

The pageboy couldn't make up his mind, so he could only continue to ask, "How do I know you won't go back on your word? Maybe in the end, you still want to use the [Five Flowers Tune] to do something yourself?"

To this, the Mask Troupe Leader only sighed:

"It's very simple, the remaining three puppet materials, you Adventurers don't need to provide."

"Use the Prince's head, the old servant's legs, and... my hand."

"Will this be enough to dispel your doubts?"

"This disaster should end here, even if it costs my soul."

A word awakened the dreamer.

Yes! Why hasn't anyone considered the birthdates and five elements of the Troupe Leader, the Prince, and the skinny old man?

They can also be used as materials!

While shocked, the pageboy was also calmly thinking.

It sounds easy.

The Troupe Leader's hand and the old servant's legs might be possible.

But the Prince's head... that's a bit incomprehensible.

Who in this Opera God Garden can beat the Prince?

Seeming to see through the pageboy's thoughts, the Mask Troupe Leader said softly, "I have my own way, believe it or not."

"My other half is about to return to the dilapidated opera house, I can't let him see that I have escaped."

"Now I have to go back and continue to pretend to be trapped. You can come to the dilapidated opera house tomorrow to talk to me again."

After saying that, his whole body disappeared into the room as if he had melted.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared outside the window in the position where the shadow was originally projected.

Like a ghost, he wandered away into the distance.

Leaving only the pageboy sitting on the bed, frowning and thinking.

"If this person is really 'good', then the method he said might be the real solution."

"Kill the Prince..."

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After leaving the place where the players lived.

The Mask Troupe Leader swayed to the dilapidated opera house.

"I urge the king to drink and listen to the Yu song... To relieve your worries, dance the Po Suo..."

Listening to the mournful lyrics in the building, still the same as last night.

A cheap smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

The moment he stepped into the dilapidated opera house.

The long robe and clothing on his entire body began to glow with a touch of purple, and the style gradually transformed into a swallow-tailed suit.

The face, consistent with Yu Ji, also returned to its original appearance, with a mysterious expression on his face.

The mask also changed from black and white to that crazy clown makeup.

He is—Wu Wang!

"Oh~ My Troupe Leader, I believe you won't mind me using your identity."

"Now I am the ghost in this play, an existence like the Phantom of the Opera."

"I will secretly adjust your plot."

"Expose malice in the sunlight, put hypocrisy on the dinner plate, and let the truth surface."

"Let this play, move towards the climax..."