The sickly beauty becomes a god in the horror game

The two roommates in the corner at the door laughed awkwardly when they saw Lin Zhenyang coming out.

But Lin Zhenyang had no time to care about them, and he left very disappointed.

Li Mengyao entered the ward and coughed lightly.

"Actually, people can indeed change..."

"I don't need anyone to change for me, and I don't want to change myself for anyone."

Bai Cha really didn't want to continue this topic.

Who can protect whom and take care of whom for the rest of their lives? That is not called love at all.

Rather than saying this, what she hopes to hear more is that someone can tell her that he is willing to accompany her to learn how to become a better version of herself.

Unfortunately not.

This society is like this. Boys are taught to protect girls and take care of girls. Girls are domesticated to be flowers in the greenhouse and to find a master who can take care of themselves.

She never believed that anyone could take care of someone for a lifetime. Human energy is limited.

Even if this person is really the same inside and out from beginning to end, life is long and there are many surprises, just take the absurd thing like her entering the game.

Maybe she will die next moment.

The person who protected her and took care of her died. How long can a flower without the ability to survive be exposed to the air?

Then it really becomes attachment and blood-sucking.

She hates this kind of words, very much.

But she was too lazy to say anything, because her friends were indeed taking care of her.

Bai Cha silently held the phone, countless ambitions and unwillingness growing in her heart.

Like spreading weeds, growing rapidly.

She wants to become stronger.

In every sense.

However, Bai Cha still took the opportunity to ask about express delivery.

Lin Zhenyang said that what she picked up at the time was an empty express delivery.

After being discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, Bai Cha returned to the dormitory to rest.

It was an uneasy sleep.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she lived in a somewhat dilapidated, old-fashioned apartment building.

The unit building has only seven floors in total and there is no elevator.

She ran quickly up the stairs, and someone seemed to be chasing her behind her.

After she finally took out the key, opened her door and ran in, the door was suddenly knocked hard.

Bai Cha was frightened and woke up.

The fear of the woman in the dream was too strong.

She frowned.

There's something...something wrong with this dream.

It was already past five o'clock, and both roommates were not here.

Yu Zhenzhen's bed was really empty, and the three of them's belongings were piled up.

Bai Cha has tried it out, and indeed no one knows Yu Zhenzhen.

Some important memories in their dormitory, some things that Zhenzhen had done, have been assigned to three people.

There is no group photo of Yu Zhenzhen in the class.

Bai Cha even relied on his memory to call Yu Zhenzhen's home phone number.

There are no daughters in their family.

There is only one boy named Yu Haohao.

Yu Haohao is Yu Zhenzhen's younger brother, who is three years younger. He also went to college this year.

Bai Cha remembered that Yu Zhenzhen had said before that her and her brother's names had really good meanings.

Bai Cha rubbed his eyebrows.

Her fever has gone down and she is a little hungry.

She originally planned to go get something to eat, but she found a message on her phone from her roommate. The two of them had gone to get food. If she woke up, she could just wait for them in the dormitory.

Bai Cha didn't move. After a moment's hesitation, she sent a message to Xiao Xiao's phone number.

"Is it convenient to chat now?"

Xiao Xiao called quickly.

"Hello?" Xiao Xiao's voice came from the other end, with a bit of crispness.

"How do you feel now? Were you sick when you entered the dungeon? Are you feeling better?"

Bai Cha smiled and said: "It's fine now, but I just had a dream."

She roughly described the dream.

"Is this the information for my next copy?"

Xiao Xiao pondered: "Well, yes, generally speaking, there will be a seven-day rest period after the last dungeon ends. You will not have these dreams during these seven days, and then you will start to dream about the dungeon's preview..."

"Do you also have the Ghost Realm app on your phone? Open it and take a look. There will be a countdown for you to enter the dungeon?"

Bai Cha has indeed not opened this software yet.

After clicking on the software, a strange laughter and an enlarged grimace came from the phone.

It's really hard not to make people feel like they have a virus.

Fortunately, the interface loaded up quickly, and the sections were very simple, with only two areas: "Forum" and "My".

In the "My" interface, when you click on it, there will be a large horizontal bar.

[Dungeon countdown: 7 days.]

"Seven days." Bai Cha said.

Xiao Xiao was a little confused and said: "Why is your time so short? It shouldn't be. It stands to reason that it would be a month before the next time a newcomer enters the dungeon."

Bai Cha thinks it has something to do with the account issue.

Maybe I should ask about the game later.

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing. It's not like there aren't people who are short-term. There are still people who are willing to spend time in the dungeon every day to refresh the dungeon."

Xiao Xiao quickly comforted Bai Cha.

"You can search the forum for related dream prompts to see what copy it is."

"Okay, I'll search for it later..." Bai Cha hesitated and said, "Actually, Sister Xiao, I mainly want to ask you something."

"you say."

"After I die in the game, will I disappear in reality?"

Xiao Xiao was silent for a while.

"Well, it will disappear. It will disappear completely. No one will remember it anymore, just like it has been erased."

She sighed.

"Who told you this?"

Bai Cha clenched the phone in his hand.

"I asked that person named Wang Xuming in the game, so...will those people who disappeared never appear again?"

Xiao Xiao gave a heavy "hmm".

"It's not like no one has thought about resurrecting these people. Those of us who have entered the game will remember these players. Some of them may have deep feelings in the game, or they may be friends and relatives."

In fact, compared to death, forgetting is the most terrifying thing.

From the moment they enter the game, almost all players are prepared to die at any time, and death may even be a relief.

But it will be forgotten and the nature will be different.

Except for the friends you met in the game, all your friends and relatives in reality will no longer remember that you ever existed in this world.

Parents will not know that they have ever given birth to a child.

The teacher will not remember that there was such a classmate in the class.

Friends will not remember that they once made a good friend.

The partner will not remember that he once had a loving lover.

No one knew this man existed.

"Resurrection is impossible, maybe unless someone can solve the game one day, and we can't tell people in real life about the game." Xiao Xiao sighed.

In other words, even if the person in the game will remember his companion, he will have no one to tell him about it, and he will not be able to tell his companion's parents, friends, and lover.

It was completely dead, dead from this world.