Confession, Xi Lou, nine engravings.

It was the last crisis they ran into that night.

As Song Chunyang expected, after half an hour, the hexagrams began to rotate in a counterclockwise direction.

Along with the difficulty cue, the Kwan girl's system likewise gave key information.

...... a book of ancient trigrams.

The book could be taken out and flipped through freely, and knowing what to expect, Song Chunyang soon found the evil trigrams in it that matched his own assumptions.

Soon, Song Chunyang clearly saw a monkey-skinned man at the back door of the store, rolling around on the ground, as if trying to rub off the monkey skin that had stuck to his body after pouring boiling water over the meat.

Song Chunyang reviewed the general shape of the evil formation in his mind, and tiptoed away from the front door with Miss Guan in tow.

As soon as the formation turned, the bottle women on the street in front of the door naturally shifted their area of activity, and the street was now safe.

Song Chunyang carefully avoided the area where the formation was rotating, but from time to time, he heard screams coming from far and near.

Taking care of the people around him and himself already takes a huge amount of energy, Song Chunyang has no time to worry about anything else, but he can't help but feel anxious, wondering if his first mission is so difficult. What should he do in the future? What should Old Yuan do?

It had been an hour, probably the longest hour of his life.

By the time he heard the mechanical beep announcing the end of the program, Song Chunyang, drenched in sweat, was back in the brightly lit milk tea store.

His down jacket still bears the mark of the milk tea spilled by the girl in question, and he is holding the lemon and grapefruit tea he prepared for Yuan Benshan.

Everything was exactly as it had been before he entered, and the clock on the wall was still pointing to seven-thirty, just as the Fang Cai fog was rising.

In half an hour, the movie he and Yuan Benshan were going to see opened.

The nightmare just now seemed to be an illusion. However, the body of the man who had just been caught up by the bottle girl in the mission world, like a carbon pencil drawing erased by an eraser, disappeared little by little from in front of Song Chunyang.

Like this one, the girl who just made milk tea for Song Chunyang has disappeared.

...... She is also one of the missionaries.

Eleven men, only five survived.

After all, without Song Chunyang's yin and yang eyes, in order to break the laws of this world, one would have to be chased by ghosts, and calculating the straight-line distances of the ghosts' activities is tantamount to repeatedly jumping sideways on the edge of playing with one's life.

Even if they had the guts, there wouldn't be many people who could tell that the ghost's path of motion was a trigram arrangement.

So, with the exception of Miss Guan and Song Chunyang, it can only be said that these people are alive by luck.

The other three who survived happened to be allies, and as soon as they went in, they found a place to catcall, who thought that they would survive by mistake and in a haphazard manner.

They sat in silence, feeling things for a while, and then got up and left.

Ms. Guan, who had followed Song Chunyang through the process, was still in shock and said to Song Chunyang, "You've got a lot of guts."

Song Chunyang stared blankly straight ahead without speaking.

Just then, the bell at the door jingled and Yuan Benshan walked in, smiling before he spoke, but when he saw Song Chunyang, half-drenched, he couldn't help but be startled: "What's wrong?"

Song Chunyang caught a glimpse of Yuan Benshan and jumped into his arms like a kitten, crying with a wow.

Miss Guan: "......" Is this the same person who was just here.

Song Chunyang's heart to see Yuan Benshan in the Otherworld is what keeps him going, and the moment he sees the person he longs for, his legs go limp.

Seeing that he was not in good shape, Yuan Benshan had no choice but to cancel the movie and carry Song Chunyang out of the milk tea store, saying that he would take him back to change his clothes.

Song Chunyang shivered and complained, Old Yuan, I almost couldn t see you.

Yuan Benshan laughs, "It's not just buying a milk tea, why are we in deep water."

Song Chunyang originally told Yuan Benshan what he had encountered.

Yuan Benshan took Song Chunyang into his dormitory and summarized Song Chunyang's cry in two simple words: "Stop it."

Song Chunyang was in a hurry when he suddenly remembered something and stripped off his clothes in a hurry.

He said, "Old Yuan, help me see if there's something on my back?!"

Yuan Benshan's eyes stared blankly as he raised his hand to caress Song Chunyang's thin back.

On Song Chunyang's spine, there were nine deep black engravings distributed from top to bottom, each in a different shape, and the top one had already faded, looking like a small eight trigrams map.

Yuan Benshan touched the disappearing eight trigrams, and found that the traces faded a bit with his touch, but the engraving under his touch did not change color at all, instead a black mist entangled and climbed up to his fingertips.

Yuan Benshan's face changed drastically and he quickly retracted his hand, "What is this thing?!"

Song Chunyang Wailed, "I've told you everything ......"

Yuan Benshan's expression turned grave.

He took a frightened Song Chunyang under the covers, kissed his watery turquoise blue eyes and said, "Don't be afraid."

After consoling him, Yuan Benshan was about to get up and leave, when Song Chunyang, in tears, pulled his hand and begged in a soft voice, "Yuan, don't go, I'm afraid."

Yuan Benshan stroked his brow, "You should be even more scared if I let you take a bath now. I'm going to wring out a towel for you and wipe your body. You smell like milk all over."

Song Chunyang buried her face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of jewel-like eyes, like a domesticated kitten, "Then go quickly."

Yuan Benshan smiled, turned away, and walked into the restroom, taking his cell phone with him wordlessly at the same time.

As soon as Yuan Benshan was gone, Song Chunyang wrapped himself up in his little quilt, trying to chew and analyze the message that the Guan girl had told him once more.

Suddenly, a faintly cold male voice came into his head, "...... Hmmm cough."

Song Chunyang crept over and sat up, hitting his head on the bed, grimacing in pain.

He lowered his voice, "Who are you?"

The man said, "...... I'm your system."

Song Chunyang hit his head, "Holy shit, I forgot about that."

System: "......"

Song Chunyang asked, "When did you come?"

SYSTEM: "The time you cried like a dog."

Song Chunyang: "...... "Are all of you systems so unfriendly to calling.

System: "I'm not your boyfriend, don't woo me."

Song Chunyang: "??"

In his mind he asked, "Can you hear what's going on in my mind?"

System: "Heh. You tell me."

As long as the words are purposely said to the system and what is related to the mission and the system, without having to open your mouth, as long as you think on it in your mind, the system can recognize and receive it at the first time.

Song Chunyang quickly accepted this reality and crossed his legs and wondered, "So ...... what can you do to help me, Little Tuanzi?"

System:"......" He was in a trance and felt like a eunuch.

Although it had already sensed that it had been assigned to a not-so-reliable host, the system patiently explained its functions and introduced the operating mechanism of the main system.

It said pretty much what Miss Kwan said.

The Master System will open up other dimensions at a specific time and place, just like what happened at the Milkshake at 7:30 this evening.

Participants who have been issued this mission must arrive at the specified milk tea store by 7:30 and wait for the mission to begin.

Not going to the appointment, cool.

Late, cool.

Unable to survive the allotted time in the alien dimension, cool.

Each questor's back is automatically branded with an engraving such as the one on Song Chunyang's back, recognizing the questor's identity.

There were ten tasks in total, and every time one was completed, those lingering black mists would solidify into a clear graphic seal in top-down order, indicating that the task had been completed.

And after completing the tenth mission, all the engravings go up in smoke and the contract is declared dissolved.

Song Chunyang raised her hand to ask, "I have a question."

System: "Ask."

Song Chunyang : "When, where and what are the missions usually released ah."

SYSTEM: "There's still a month to go before the next mission."

Song Chunyang : "...... Isn't this an indefinite wait for death."

The system thought for a moment and said coldly, "Yes."

Song Chunyang was so frightened that she wrapped her little quilt tightly around herself once again.

He realized that he couldn't quite remember the face of the man who had died on the mission now.

By all rights, he shouldn't have forgotten so quickly, especially the man who had been so mean to him that he had made a point of looking at him.

As it turns out, dying in other dimensions does indeed lead to "erasure" in reality as well.

He winced, "And what's the 'key tip' ......"

This system's business has obviously been very skillful: "After you enter the otherworldly space, the difficulty of survival will increase as time passes, and I will receive the prompt messages given by the main system in due time to give you some corresponding tips."

Song Chunyang said hopefully, "What else do you know besides this?"

The system thought for a moment longer, "Do you need me to put the Great Compassion Mantra on you."

Song Chunyang: "......"

That is to say, other than posting what the quest is about, giving keywords, and reminding the quest giver how long before the quest is over, this system is not useful clucking.

SYSTEM: "Hmm. I'm useless."

Song Chunyang turned into puppy legs in a second: "Xiao Tongzi, I didn't mean it like that, you're a generous person, muahahaha."

The system got a little fired up by the muaythai: "...... My name is Xi Lou, number 3397."

Song Chunyang is surprised, "You're human?"

Xi Lou: "......" I want to really artificial intelligence I now do not need to be so disturbed.

Song Chunyang rubbed his head, rather amazed that there was someone hiding in there, "Are you also working for the main system?"

"After I died, my soul was captured and taken in by the main system." Xi Lou said, "I signed a contract with the main system. If one of the hosts I follow can complete ten missions alive, the main system will use energy to remake my original body and identity for me."

Song Chunyang : "So the longest time you've taken a host ......"

Xi Lou: "Seven worlds."

Song Chunyang immediately felt a sense of responsibility and patted his chest, "Lou Lou, I promise, I will definitely get you a body back!"

Xi Lou was noncommittal.

He thinks Song Chunyang is a fool.

It's obvious that you're not taking care of yourself, and you're still in the mood to make sure that there's something there.

Song Chunyang is indeed a fool.

He was sincere in his assurances, as he already had a run in his life and didn't mind pulling Xi Lou along for the ride again.

Yuan Benshan is his head.

He hasn't spent his life with Yuan Benshan yet. He must live, and he has the confidence to do so.

Who would have thought that after a few days, everything would have changed.

Song Chunyang had taken sick leave from school for a few days and stayed over at Yuan Benshan's place, who was always out and about, not always coming back, and didn't know what he was up to.

Until three days later, he rushed back to the dormitory, his face actually with some Song Chunyang can not read the color of joy: "Chunyang, I found it! I finally found it!"

Song Chunyang, who was nagging Xi Lou to learn more about the rules of the system, was stunned at his words.

Without waiting for Song Chunyang to say anything, Yuan Benshan took off his shirt and turned his back toward Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang was shocked to realize that Yuan Benshan had nine black marks on his back that were identical to his own!

The shape of a book is still faintly visible at the top of .......

Yuan Benshan embraced the stupefied Song Chunyang: "Chunyang, I've been surfing the net, looking for friends, and asking around, and finally found information similar to your situation on a forum. I chatted privately with several people who claimed to have participated in the quest, some of them came to join in the fun, but some of them were genuine. I got a quest message for a large sum of money, went to the time and place shown on it, and sure enough, you weren't lying, I've got this on me too-"

He took Song Chunyang's hand and guided it towards his back, letting him caress it, "...... I asked my system, and it said that two people who are acquainted with each other in a mission can sign an alliance agreement to share the same mission, according to the rules. ...... I will be able to accompany you from now on. Chunyang, don't be afraid ......"

Song Chunyang is just waking up from a dream.

He almost went crazy, swinging his fist straight at Yuan Benshan's shoulder, like a kitten mad at its master: "Who asked you to go? Who asked you to accompany me-do you know how dangerous it is? I don't care, I don't want to!"

With red eyes, he pounced on Yuan Benshan's back and desperately wiped the remaining nine engravings with his sleeve, tears crackling down his face, "It can't be wiped ...... Why can't it be wiped?"

Song Chunyang was pulled into Yuan Benshan's arms, and his warm kisses pressed up against him, leaving him a little breathless.

Only when the fur had settled down and the little one was curled up in his arms with exasperated tears in his eyes did Yuan Benshan embrace him tightly, staring warmly into his beautiful eyes, "Don't be angry, okay. I'll protect myself and I'll protect you."

Song Chunyang said softly with a sobbing voice, "I don't."

"Stop it." Yuan Benshan kissed his amber eyes again, "Trust me."

Gradually, Song Chunyang's boiling blood calmed down.

He leaned into Yuan Benshan's arms and raised a hand to touch his own eyes, thinking, "I'm the one who has to protect you.