Plane game: mental disorder at the beginning

Chapter 167 The Inner World of Hot Spring Island

A weeping "why" hit everyone's heart.

A surge of sympathy, pain and self-blame was involuntarily felt by all.

Just a moment later, Fang Jingzhe frowned slightly, I am the next dungeon, a boss, what am I blaming myself for?What am I suffering from?I still sympathize with the boss?Am I so sick?
When Fang Jingzhe regained his composure, he found that the surrounding scenery was different.

And a game prompt popped up in front of his eyes.

[Congratulations to player Fang Jingzhe, you have entered the story of the world in Hot Spring Island, and your identity is: Cursed Saint]

Fang Jingzhe's movements froze slightly.

WTF?

Identity?

Forget about being cursed, what the hell is a saint?

He quickly put his hands on his chest!
Is this the Holy Maiden of Peace? ? ?
Touch your face again.

Oh well, it's still me.

So what the hell is this saint, cosplay?

[Character introduction: The saint of the hot spring island, born with a lingering sick bed]

[Congratulations to player Fang Jingzhe for obtaining the exclusive attribute of the cursed saint: lingering sick bed]

[Linging sick bed: The effect of this attribute is to reduce the player's overall attributes by 99%, and other props except special props cannot be used, and some game functions are restricted]

Fang Jingzhe: "..."

Where does this joy come from?
When Fang Jingzhe looked at his props bar, he found that all the props had become gray and unusable.

No matter how Ren Fangfang Jingzhe "moved his mind", none of the props responded.

Others, including the skill bar and the chat bar, are all in a locked state.

As for special props...

Fang Jingzhe moved his fingers, as if he touched something on the ground, picked it up and looked, isn't this the shell dagger he stabbed the little girl before?
At this time, Fang Jingzhe began to look at the surrounding environment.

From the salty sea breeze, it is not difficult to tell that this is indeed an island, but according to the prompt of the game just now.

This is - the world in the hot spring island?
Look up.

Fang Jingzhe saw that there were no buildings that he was familiar with on the hot spring island, and there were dense coconut groves and sea of ​​trees everywhere, and a cluster of cooking smoke was rising not far away.

As soon as he took a step forward, Fang Jingzhe realized that he was not wearing shoes. Although his body was still his own, the clothes on his body had changed into the brightly colored clothes he had seen worn by natives in Hot Spring Island.

After thinking for a while, Fang Jingzhe walked towards the direction where the cooking smoke rose.

Not long after he walked out, he saw a flowing brook.

According to the previous tourist brochures of Hot Spring Island, before the development of Hot Spring Island, the aborigines on the island lived by the holy water lake on the island, and this stream should flow out of the lake.

At this time, Fang Jingzhe noticed that by the creek not far away, two middle-aged women in their 40s were cleaning the wild fruits in the basket.

If everyone else has entered this other world, then these two middle-aged women should be NPCs.

The clothes on the middle-aged women were all tattered, and the clothes in their hands were also tattered. At this time, Fang Jingzhe saw some round things floating down from the upper reaches of the creek.

When he got closer, his eyes narrowed suddenly, they were corpses one by one.

Those corpses were wrapped in broken clothes, but because the water level of the creek was not high, the broken clothes were scratched by underwater sticks and stones, exposing the corpses inside.

But the two middle-aged women who were washing clothes didn't notice it, and they were still washing the clothes like puppets.

Their limbs were very stiff, and their pale faces were numb, which formed a sharp contrast with the red flowers and green trees here.

Even one of them touched the body parts with his hand, but he just used his hand to push the water to make them float away.

Fang Jingzhe felt that these two NPCs were very weird, so instead of passing by them, he took a slight detour.

Fang Jingzhe didn't realize until the cooking smoke in the distance was getting closer, that this should be the settlement of the islanders.

They use coconut palms to make roofs, and coconut tree trunks to make walls, and then smear mud and bake them with fire to form small houses.

No one spoke to Fang Jingzhe along the way, and the movements of the islander NPCs coming and going were very stiff. Even in this hot weather, there was no trace of sweat on everyone's foreheads, and their faces were also very stiff. Pale and pale.

Suddenly, Fang Jingzhe saw a woman wearing the same bright dress, and ran over dancing.

"Fang Jingzhe, that's great, you're here too!"

Yan Ruxue took Fang Jingzhe's hand and did not let go.

Fang Jingzhe pulled out his arm, and asked suspiciously: "Are you Yan Ruxue?"

"It's me, you don't know how scared I am when I wake up and can't see you, and I'm in a strange place."

As Yan Ruxue said, she was about to take a step closer, but Fang Jingzhe stopped her immediately.

"Just stand there and talk."

When Yan Ruxue saw it, she knew that Fang Jingzhe might be afraid that she was not a real person, so she said: "If you pretend to hit me, you will know that I am real or fake."

"Hit you? I've never heard of such a reasonable request."

"Don't we have a contract? Hit me to see if I will be struck by lightning!"

Seeing the excitement on "Yan Ruxue's" face, Fang Jingzhe couldn't help feeling that this girl simply hadn't seen a live lightning strike, and wanted to see something new.

Fang Jingzhe thought for a while, and put the shell dagger on Yan Ruxue's neck.

In the next second, there was a rumbling thunder from the sky, and along with the thunder, an imperceptible flash of lightning appeared above Fang Jingzhe's head silently.

It seems that the Yan Ruxue in front of me is probably real, and they are still in the dungeon, after all, the contract has not expired.

"Okay, let's treat you as real first." Fang Jingzhe put away the dagger as he said, and at the same time, the thunder and lightning disappeared instantly.

Yan Ruxue pouted and shook her head and said, "You don't feel very safe. When you see an acquaintance, your first reaction is to think it's fake."

"That means you haven't been beaten by the illusion!"

Fang Jingzhe said in his heart: that nightmare can be simulated by anything, if not for his special occupation, he would not be able to find the flaw at all.

"Did you see the other two people?" Fang Jingzhe asked.

"No. I woke up outside the house over there."

Following the direction of Yan Ruxue's finger, Fang Jingzhe saw a dark house.

The red felt strips hanging on the house are blowing in the wind.

"What's that place?"

"I just woke up, and before I had time to go into the room, I saw you coming from a distance." Yan Ruxue's meaning was very clear, that is, "I don't know either."

Fang Jingzhe asked again: "Have you obtained your identity?"

"Ah? Do you have it too? I thought I was the special one."

Fang Jingzhe: "..."

"Mine is the Pearl Divers."

Pearl divers, as the name suggests, are women who collect pearl shellfish in the sea, and most of the islands are generally men who go out to sea to fish, while women dive for pearls.

"What about you?" Yan Ruxue asked curiously.

Fang Jingzhe turned his face slightly, but then said generously: "I am a saint, a cursed saint."

"puff--"

Yan Ruxue saw that Fang Jingzhe's face seemed to be getting ugly again, so she quickly waved her hands and said, "That... I'm not laughing at you."

It would be better not to explain.

Fang Jingzhe pulled his face and said: "Go to the room over there to have a look. I thought we would be able to pass the dungeon after killing that girl, but it ended up being brought to the other world, and I don't know how to get out."

The door of the black house was ajar, Fang Jingzhe pushed lightly, and the door made an old "squeak" sound.

Just as the two were about to step in, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Who are you looking for?"

There was an elderly woman standing at the door. The color of her clothes was different from the others, it was all black. She was bent over, her hair was hanging down the side of her face, Fang Jingzhe couldn't see her face clearly.

Yan Ruxue was taken aback by the old woman, but luckily she didn't cry out, she just held onto Fang Jingzhe tightly.

"We're looking for someone."

In the old woman's hair, two white spherical objects stared straight at Fang Jingzhe, and then asked: "Horizontal or vertical?"

Ok?
Horizontal or vertical?
Taking a glance at the situation inside the house, there are many funeral utensils in the house, such as gongs, joss sticks, and straw figures.

Fang Jingzhe nodded inwardly, understood.

The horizontal ones should refer to the dead, and the vertical ones represent the living.

Fang Jingzhe: "Upright."

The old woman thought for a while and said, "There are a few, and they are all over there. You can find them yourself."

Following the direction where the old woman turned her head, Fang Jingzhe and Yan Ruxue saw the bundles of straw mats over there, and they knew what they were rolling without even thinking about it. At this time, those straw mats were erected in the corner of the wall.

Fang Jingzhe and Yan Ruxue: "..."

That's what it means.

……

Fang Jingzhe felt that the two people from the Secret Service should not die, so there is no need to look here, it is better to go outside to take a look at dawn.

The old woman didn't stop the two of them, but said softly before they left: "Don't offend the witch doctor, or you will be dedicated to the sea god!"

After leaving the black house, Fang Jingzhe said to Yan Ruxue: "Witch Doctor, this title is very familiar."

"That's right, isn't it the title in that notebook?"

Fang Jingzhe nodded, "Do you still remember that I said that the writing method of that note is very strange, and I put a lot of force on many sentences?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"What the old lady said just reminded me, I think we should go to the witch doctor."

After Fang Jingzhe heard the words "witch doctor" and "sea god", she felt that there was something wrong with the background story of this dungeon. Otherwise, why would she keep asking "why" repeatedly after killing the little girl, and the words There seem to be many grievances in it.

Combined with the strangeness in the witch doctor's notes, Fang Jingzhe has reason to believe that the real side of this story may be another situation.

After briefly explaining to Yan Ruxue, Yan Ruxue asked, "Then why don't we go to the little girl first?"

"I don't think NPCs will answer your questions."

"Let me try."

Yan Ruxue grabbed a middle-aged man who was mending fishing nets.

"Uncle, do you know Ah Yue?"

The uncle ignored Yan Ruxue, but continued to mend the broken net in front of him, even the man who Yan Ruxue reached out to pull his arm didn't respond.

Yan Ruxue, who did not give up, asked several people again, such as the young woman drying fish, the middle-aged woman cooking, in short, everyone was doing their own business, but no one responded to them.

"These NPCs are too unintelligent, they don't even have a line! Even if you want to find a witch doctor, it's not easy to find, you can't push the door from house to house, right?"

Fang Jingzhe smiled and pointed with his chin, "The witch doctor's notes said that he has a high status, so the place where he lives must be the best here. I checked and observed, and that house looks the biggest."

After talking, the two of them started to act, but Fang Jingzhe's all attributes were reduced by 99%, which made him feel very short of breath before walking too far.

"No, I have to rest." Fang Jingzhe sat down next to a sea mango tree that was as tall as a person by the side of the road.

"Hah, you're not good at this profession. My pearl-diversing girl has increased her stamina by 200%. Now I feel like I can't run out of strength."

While Yan Ruxue was talking, she broke off a three-finger-thick branch from the sea mango tree, cleaned off the leaves on it, and handed it to Fang Jingzhe.

Fang Jingzhe looked at it suspiciously.

Yan Ruxue: "You are so weak now, in order to save energy, using crutches is the best choice."

Fang Jingzhe took the branch with a helpless face, "Thank you so much!"

"Which one of us is with whom, you're welcome!"

As he spoke, he helped Fang Jingzhe and walked towards the witch doctor's house.

(End of this chapter)