Would the Seven Deadly Sins, " Greed," be satisfied with a bribe of 888 guansi? Even Mu Anqi himself doesn't believe it.
Let's assume the chase lasted eight hours. Mu Anqi pulled out a sheet of white paper, picked up a pen, and carefully wrote down various blessing words. At first, she wrote very smoothly, but later she stumbled and struggled, thinking for a long time before coming up with anything.
Sigh, this is really tough. If she encounters a Ghost or player with the ability to mute her in the future, that would be her natural enemy.
After writing about fifty-odd characters, Mu Anqi felt his head was about to explode. Could this... possibly last through the night?
After a quick lunch, Mu Anqi asked the other players what four-character idioms were associated with "Blessing," but they only mentioned the ones Mu Anqi had already memorized.
That's true; most people only have a limited repertoire of blessing phrases. Who would bother to memorize hundreds or thousands of blessing words? Now that we're in a survival game, and there's no social media, the only blessing phrases we can remember are things like "Wishing you prosperity."
Mu Anqi sighed, finished her meal, and locked herself in her room again, deep in thought. She lay by her bed, masking her anguish, lost in thought, while footsteps and shadowy figures occasionally flashed by from the bathroom. Mu Anqi glanced in that direction, then turned away, not wanting to be disturbed by the ghost in the mirror.
Honestly, if you're so capable, then come out! You can't even come out; you're just disturbing her as she tries to recall the words.
As dinner time approached, Mu Anqi grew increasingly irritable. She felt as if she were in the college entrance examination hall, struggling to solve the last big math problem. Every time a flash of inspiration struck her, just as she was about to grasp something, someone around her would grind their teeth, snore, move their chair, or cough, abruptly interrupting her hard-won inspiration.
Mu Anqi gripped the pen in a fit of impotent rage, nearly snapping it in two. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Carefully folding the paper and putting it in her pocket, she jumped up, rushed to the bathroom door, and kicked it open—it was empty.
Take a deep breath, calm down... Calm down. Mu Anqi thought of Ms. Wu Sansheng's speculation that Ghosts need various emotions. If this speculation was true, then it would explain why, even though she had already shown no fear of the ghost's actions in the room, the Ghost was still relentlessly harassing her.
Anger level.
After calming down a bit, Mu Anqi went to the sink and washed her face. Unsurprisingly, she saw her reflection in the mirror giving her a strange smile. Mu Anqi ignored it, but then she saw her reflection roll its eyes? And then... all sorts of funny faces...
Damn it!
Is this something a ghost would do? You really don't discriminate against any kind of emotional energy!
Mu Anqi felt that the Ghost's style on her end seemed a bit different. She washed her face with cold water again, dried it, and left the room without looking back.
Why didn't the first game have this kind of idiotic Ghost? But to be honest, the first game was actually quite simple. There were no enticements, it just directly scared you and made you perform. For beginners...
It was also quite unfriendly.
After finishing her dinner solemnly, Mu Anqi didn't linger. She needed to prepare herself for the potential crisis that night.
"If I'm not mistaken, the key to this game lies in how humans restrain themselves and control their emotions," Zhao Guogu said before Mu Anqi got up to go back to his room. "See you tomorrow. "
"...See you tomorrow." Mu Anqi felt very lucky; all the players she encountered in this game were extremely friendly. However, when she thought of Zhao Guogu saying that her ability was innate good fortune, she also felt that perhaps it was someone else's luck.
Back in her room, Mu Anqi took a thorough shower and changed into clean workout clothes. She did some stretching in the room to loosen up her muscles and bones in preparation for the possible nighttime escape... well, or perhaps various temptations.
Stay true to yourself, Mu Anqi! You once won 300 million in the lottery! That's 300 million! If you could give up even 300 million in the lottery (forced to), what else could tempt you?
Through repeated self-brainwashing, Mu Anqi attempted to temporarily transform herself into a detached person who viewed money as dirt. She sat on the bed, clutching a stack of "Blessing" words she had written, waiting in the silent surroundings for the crisis to strike.
...Drowsiness gradually crept over her. Mu Anqi pinched her thigh hard without hesitation, instantly waking her up. Just then, she heard a series of footsteps...
It seemed to be a person wearing leather shoes, walking gracefully and slowly down the corridor, approaching her room... and then stopping.
knock
knock
knock
Three slow knocks sounded, jarringly quiet in the stillness. Mu Anqi's heart leaped into her throat, a heavy weight pressing down on her, making her uneasy. Should she open the door? But in the novel… anyone who opened the door at night would die. Should she not go? Ghosts seemed to be able to get in too.
Why didn't Ghost knock on the door the other day? Her corresponding Greed is...
The moment she realized something was wrong, a sudden feeling of falling overwhelmed her. Weightlessness enveloped her instantly, and she was powerless to resist.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but it could also have been just a second.
She suddenly awoke with a start, finding herself sleeping atop a mountain of gold—a mountain so magnificent, even terrifying. The mountain was pure gold, and countless jewels, ornaments, and diamonds were scattered across it, almost blinding her.
Mu Anqi felt a little dizzy. She struggled to climb out of the pile of gold, only to find herself standing on a mountaintop, where she could even see the clouds below! How high was this mountain? How much was all of this worth?
A magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "Want to stay? If you stay, everything in sight is yours."
Mu Anqi shook her head, as if she had forgotten something. She felt she should be wondering how she got here, since she had never climbed a mountain before. But her subconscious told her it all made sense. Gold, jewels, diamonds? Mu Anqi felt a tightness in her chest. "No. I think I'm experiencing altitude sickness. I need to go down..."
She wasn't exactly wealthy, so why... when she was standing on a mountain of gold, did Mu Anqi feel that all of it was utterly useless? Ah, no, there's no Mount Everest made of gold in this world—
A sudden feeling of falling washed over her, and drowsiness overwhelmed her like a tide. Mu Anqi felt her consciousness floating, and finally she woke up with a start—
A snow-white ceiling.
Hmm, an IV drip? Is that her leg in the cast and sling? Mu Anqi felt her body growing heavier; she could barely move. Chest tightness, shortness of breath… what was wrong with her?
Just then, Mu Anqi suddenly remembered that she had been in a car accident on her way to collect the lottery ticket!
"Ms. Mu, you're finally awake."
The ward door was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked in. He looked very concerned and said, "You've been in a coma for half a year!"
"...?" Six months? No wonder...she felt so unwell. Wait, a 300 million lottery ticket, only six months? Isn't that overdue?! "300 million, my 300 million..."
"What? You mean the 300 million yuan lottery prize that was all over the news a while ago? What a pity, after the deadline... the unclaimed prize money has been added to the lottery public welfare fund."
"?!" Mu Anqi's eyes widened, a pang of heartache shooting through her. But strangely, as she felt this pang of heartache, another feeling told her, "What is this? It's useless." "Am I sick?"
"Don't you want to ask who I am?"
"...Oh, who are you?"
The man in the suit said, "I am the god of wishes. You can wish to go back to six months ago."
"Why do I want to go back to six months ago?" Mu Anqi rubbed her head in exasperation. She felt like she was really sick, otherwise why would a strange voice in her head keep tempting her to make a wish? The voice also said that if she went back to six months ago, she wouldn't have been hit by a car and she would have received the 300 million yuan prize.
Good heavens, how can there be such a thing as a free lunch? If she agrees to make the wish, the next second this man will probably say that he needs 3,000 yuan as start-up capital to activate the time machine!
"I'm not a liar." The man in the suit seemed rather unpleasant. He stared at Mu Anqi, then suddenly waved his hand. Mu Anqi immediately realized that the space she was in had changed! Although she was still lying in the hospital bed, her surroundings seemed to have transformed into another place…
"Look, gold bars, jewelry, diamonds, antiques... whatever you want, you can have it. Even if you want three hundred top male models, just make a wish to me, and I can grant your wish! Or, do you want power? The world's richest person? A head of state?"
"Hmm, is this a new scam? They're even using holography…" Mu Anqi said sincerely, "I think you should be lying in this hospital bed."
"That's impossible! Every human being has that! Tell me, what do you want?"
"I..." Mu Anqi had barely opened her mouth when her phone lit up beside the hospital bed. She opened it and saw that it was a bank transfer notification.
500,000, 500,000, 500,000...
Text messages are flooding my screen.
But something still didn't feel right. A strange sense of unease enveloped Mu Anqi; she didn't know what was wrong, but it just felt off. She shouldn't be lying here, she shouldn't be seeing these things, she should be in a room—
Here, what are you trying to do?
Mu Anqi looked at the man in the suit; he was a strange, eccentric lunatic. Yet, it seemed he was the one who had caused all of this. "Are you... alright? I hope you've recovered and are in good health." For some reason, the words "get well soon" instinctively came out as "recover as before." Mu Anqi felt she wasn't that cultured... huh?
The surrounding space rippled for a moment, and the man in the suit looked astonished. He suddenly started running and leaped over Mu Anqi's hospital bed—completing an excellent hurdle move.
"..."
"..."