What kind of plague god are you?

"..."

Su Cheng looked sluggish.

He stood still, unable to move, and could only stare foolishly at the young man who called himself a "rookie anchor" in front of him.

Wen Jianyan stood up with one hand on the wall, bent over to pat the dust on his body, and sighed to himself:

"Ah… Now this situation is a bit troublesome."

He really didn't want to go back to the fourth floor at all.

Not only did the mirror want his soul, but the two senior anchors who had been tricked by him were still on the fourth floor; not to mention the "God the Father" who made him horrified. All the people he least wanted to meet were gathered together on the fourth floor.

In addition, Wen Jianyan already had a headache, when the plot modification level was 62%, and now that it has already reached 83% without him realising it! Whether or not something unexpected would happen next, no one knows.

Originally, he had enough points on hand to sit back and relax.

However, due to the auto-unlocking of that apple seedling, all the points Wen Jianyan had in hand were emptied, causing him to make a deal with Xu Yuan, who was working for the mirror. Now he has to complete the task given by the other party.

And it was the kind in which you would die if it wasn't done.

…It's so worrying!

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look at Su Cheng, who looked like a clay puppet, and shook his hand in front of him: "Hello, are you still there?"

"..."

Su Cheng was in a trance.

The overrunning brain stalled and became a mess, and the whole person fell into repeated self-doubt.

Ah?

What?

What's going on?

Could it be…

Wait, it shouldn't be, or…

When he was wandering, Wen Jianyan leaned over and asked with concern,

"Are you okay?"

The handsome young man's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and the strong visual impact made Su Cheng lean back abruptly.

"!"

The sudden weightlessness made him suddenly come to his senses.

After two seconds of blank expression, Su Cheng slowly widened his eyes after realising it:

"You…"

He pointed at the young man in front of him with a slightly trembling finger, unable to form a sentence for a long time:

"You, you…"

Wen Jianyan put one hand in his pocket and blinked: "Me?"

He seemed to have no self-awareness, and asked with 100% sincerity and doubt: "What's wrong with me?"

But Su Cheng won't be deceived this time, he screamed in an out-of-tune voice:

"You… you are an anchor?!"

Wen Jianyan nodded naturally, without the slightest hint of guilt on his face: "Yes, didn't I say that just now?"

"..."

His attitude was too natural, causing Su Cheng to open his mouth and stare blankly at the other party, unable to say anything for a while.

How can there be such a shameless person in this world?!

"Speaking of which, there should be more items unlocked in the store now, right?"

The shameless liar lowered his head, tinkered with his live broadcast interface, sighing from time to time:

"Ah, really, it's a pity that the price is too high."

Su Cheng pressed down his suddenly swollen temple, stumbled, and concluded with some difficulty:

"So…that, then Xu Wen…"

Hearing the other party's voice, Wen Jianyan closed the live broadcast interface, raised his head and said as a matter of fact:

"Yeah, I made it up, as well as the whole storyline."

He thought for a while: "However, if you find it troublesome, you can continue to call me Brother XiaoWen."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"…Su Cheng."

"How old are you?"

Su Cheng couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought, and replied dumbly, "Twenty-five…"

"Oh, it seems that you are older than me." Wen Jianyan leaned forward with a smile:

"It seems that I have to call you brother."

His face was already very handsome, but now he looked even more friendly and likeable. His voice was intimate and magnetic, and the end of the tone was slightly raised. When he said the word brother clearly, it made it impossible for people to be wary of him.

"Is that right, Brother Su?"

Su Cheng's mind was in chaos.

The other party's previous cold, ruthless, business-like and reliable appearance was still deeply etched in his mind, but now it was completely different from before. Half evil and half innocent, this kind of completely opposite appearance made Su Cheng confused and speechless, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"You, don't get too close to me…!"

Su Cheng tried to maintain his bottom line, stammering and trying to bring the topic back on track:

"Then…then your sister…and those stories…"

Wen Jianyan repeated his answer patiently: "Of course, it was all made up to match the character."

He paused, and seemed to suddenly remember something:

"Oh, but Xu Yuan is real."

Su Cheng: "Huh?"

The young man said lightly:

"You have seen her just now, the one with dishevelled hair and a terrifying smile."

Su Cheng: "..."

F*ck!

That Xu Yuan is actually the boss!!

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly: "Speaking of which, she seems to be very unhappy with me pretending to be her brother. I am afraid that I'm going to be hated. I hope that the difficulty of our task will not increase because of this."

Su Cheng: "..."

You were pretending to be her brother in front of the boss?

You are a true warrior.

Having said that, Wen Jianyan thought of something, and turned to look at Su Cheng: "By the way, do you still remember our mission?"

Our?

Su Cheng was stunned.

In the next second, memories that had been selectively forgotten under the intense shock came back to mind.

Congratulations on assisting another anchor in triggering the final hidden line task of the instance Decai Middle School.

The completion time limit is two hours.

If the task fails, all survival time and points will be deducted, and the live broadcast room will be closed immediately.

The simple translation is: Complete the task within two hours or die.

"..."

Su Cheng cracked.

According to his experience of playing games over the years, the difficulty of this task was equivalent to letting the brave players who had just come out of the novice village duel with the Demon King with just the initial level equipment… This was no longer a cross-level challenge, it was courting death!

Su Cheng was struck by lightning, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Wen Jianyan looked at the other party's expression.

Hmm, looks like he remembered.

He raised his hand and patted Su Cheng's shoulder, and comforted him in a gentle tone: "It's okay, we are now grasshoppers on a rope. No matter what, you have me with you, okay?"

Su Cheng's expression cracked once again: "..."

Bah, you f*cking dragged me in!

However, he had taken so many blows today that he had no energy to react to this sentence now.

In the 789326qwk live broadcast room.

[Hahahahaha the car has exploded, no one survived!]

[Hahahahaha LMAO, the expression on the face of the other anchor is really too rich. I will watch the replay hundreds of times after the instance is over.]

[The opposite anchor will probably have a psychological shadow in the future hahahahahahaha. The NPC, who has been with him for so long, is actually another anchor. If it was me, I would have doubts about the whole world.]

[I really hate that iron for not being steel. The opposite anchor can obviously take the initiative to stand. Being cheated all the way, he can always make this dog liar pay a little price. But he was being led by the nose by this dog liar again. I hate it.]

[Wuwu, I also want the anchor to call me brother affectionately. I would rather be deceived!]

[Wife! Come act coquettish with me!]

[?]

So, the topic in the live broadcast room shifted in a strange direction again, like a wild horse who never came back.

Wen Jianyan didn't notice the strange topic trend in the live broadcast room.

He opened his backpack and took out the legendary hidden item that was just put into it.

At the moment when the item appeared, the familiar sound of the system prompt sounded in his ears.

[Congratulations to the anchor for obtaining the hidden item (legend) in the instance!]

[Collection degree: 3/3]

Wen Jianyan looked down into his palm, the red cloth pouch was still tied tightly, and it took him several seconds to open it.

Unexpectedly, this time the object was not some kind of human tissue used for sacrifice, but…

A fragment of a mirror.

It was bright and transparent. The surface was hard and smooth, and the irregular edges reflected a cold lustre.

Compared with some "teeth", "hair" and "broken finger", this hidden object looked extraordinarily normal, but for some reason, such a small and thin piece of mirror seemed heavy in the palm. A bit of icy chill spread from the contact point, seeping into his heart little by little.

Wen Jianyan shivered involuntarily.

At this moment, the system's prompt sounded again:

[Ding! It is detected that all the hidden items have been collected by the anchor, and the hidden plot line is now released.

Core Tip: Return the things back to their original places. The beginning is the end.]

The content of this sentence was very easy to understand, meaning, as long as the fragment of this mirror was put back where it should be, all this could be ended.

According to conventional thinking, it was time to go back to the fourth floor.

But the problem was…

As someone who had been in close contact with the mirror, Wen Jianyan remembered very clearly that there was no gap in the mirror except for the gap that cracked at the end.

Take another 10,000 steps back, if this fragment was really of the mirror on the fourth floor, why would all of this end after putting the fragment back into the mirror? Wouldn't it instead increase its power?

Wen Jianyan was a little puzzled.

He frowned, looking at the mirror fragment in his hand to and fro, trying to find some clues that he had ignored.

Su Cheng noticed that Wen Jianyan hadn't moved for a long time. Although there was still some awkwardness in his heart, he couldn't control his curiosity. He probed over and asked:

"What's wrong?"

The two were now completely tied together. Wen Jianyan didn't need to hide it from him, so he happily informed the other party of the information he had learned.

After listening, Su Cheng's thoughts were exactly the same as he had at the beginning:

"That is to say, as long as we put this fragment back in the mirror, our mission will be completed?"

His face finally showed an excited look: "Then why are we hesitating? Let's go, go to the fourth floor!"

Knowing the way out of the predicament, the awkwardness just now disappeared, and even the swindler in front of him seemed a little kinder.

But Wen Jianyan didn't answer, he just stared at the mirror fragment in his palm without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Su Cheng couldn't help but get closer again and shook his hand in front of the other party:

"Are you still listening?"

The flashlight swayed slightly along with his movements, and the beam of light scattered on the wall, spreading a cold white light.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realise something, and was slightly startled:

"This…"

Su Cheng: "Huh?"

Wen Jianyan: "Don't move."

His command was short and precise, with an unquestionable meaning. Su Cheng couldn't help but forget the identity of the other party. He habitually obeyed his instructions and stood still subconsciously.

After dozens of seconds.

"…I got it."

The young man in front of him suddenly said and raised his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright. All the excitement was hidden behind the calm surface, and in the darkness, he looked particularly soul-stirring.

Su Cheng subconsciously held his breath.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and handed the mirror in his palm to Su Cheng:

"Look inside, what do you see?"

Su Cheng looked into the mirror with doubt.

Under the light of the flashlight, the small piece of mirror surface was particularly bright, like an irregular ice crystal, shining with a cold luster.

"…Nothing."

Su Cheng looked at it closely for a while and said blankly.

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan smiled: "It's nothing."

Su Cheng was a little confused: "Wait, I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Wen Jianyan: "Didn't you find out? Even in the presence of light, it can't reflect a person's face."

Su Cheng was startled and lowered his head to look into the mirror fragment.

The light of the flashlight was still on steadily, but the inside of the mirror was foggy. The light and shadow moved, but it didn't reflect the face of the person:

"This… really."

Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly.

Wen Jianyan retracted his hand, nodded contentedly, and said, "So, it's not a mirror, and the "return the things" in the prompt doesn't refer to the fourth floor."

"Where else could it be?"

Su Cheng felt that his mind was already very chaotic, and his thinking couldn't keep up with the other party's pace at all.

Wen Jianyan was also lost in thought.

These hidden items should be related to each other.

A normal-level hidden item was a severed finger. When he entered 408, the "him" in the mirror was trying to get him to cut off his pinky finger. The difficult-level hidden item was tooth and hair, which were also the medium that Xiao Jie and the old witch used to trade with the mirror. According to this logic, the legend-level hidden item should be related to Xu Yuan or the fake "Xu Yuan" who tried to seize Xu Yuan's identity. Because its position on the timeline was higher, its status was also the most critical.

Return the things back to their original places. The beginning is the end.

According to the logic hidden in this prompt, this fragment was likely to be related to the original sacrificial summoning.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan pulled out the notebook he had found on the altar from his pocket.

He took the flashlight from Su Cheng's hand and started to read it for the second time in the light.

The handwriting in this notebook was very sloppy, and the logic was disordered in many places, with almost no complete sentences. Most of the blank spaces are filled with strange symbols drawn randomly, making it difficult to extract clear and complete information from them.

However, relying on guesswork, Wen Jianyan already has some vague ideas about the context and outline of this instance, so his interpretation efficiency this time was much faster than that of the previous one in the teaching building.

On one of the pages, he found several lines of scribbled paragraphs.

{I heard their conversations, but I wasn't hurt.

I've heard these words countless times since I was a child, and these comments don't affect me much anymore.

She just doesn't have any other opinions to refute it.

I don't hate her.}

Wen Jianyan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, obviously, "she" in this sentence was referred to Xu Yuan.

He turned another page.

{Mr. Mirror comforted me that it wasn't my fault.

I just didn't have a good family like her. A pair of parents, a good-looking face, a caring personality, and a natural likability.

I don't hate her.

I just really envy her. I'm going crazy with envy. Every day I see her in the bedroom, I want to…}

The following words were blacked out, and Wen Jianyan carefully distinguished every character before he could understand what those words were.

{If only I were her.}

{Tonight, Mr. Mirror told me that there is a way to help me.

I can have it all.}

Wen Jianyan thought thoughtfully.

No wonder.

He thought it was very strange at the beginning. In this series of actions, the most difficult thing was not execution, but "knowledge".

How did an ordinary middle school student know how to summon evil things?

Now, this question had been answered.

——It was the "Mirror" who told her personally.

Wen Jianyan continued to flip backward, and soon, he found some clues on the page covered with graffiti.

He had turned to this page before, but at that time he didn't know the meaning of the lines — Wen Jianyan stroked the rough paper with his fingertips, which outlined a familiar shape with random brushstrokes.

He took out the fragment of the mirror he got and put it on the paper.

Irregular edges fixed together tightly.

In the foggy mirror, a line of crooked small characters slowly emerged.

{Today, I found a talking mirror fragment in the old place, and I called it Mr. Mirror.}

The old place?

While Wen Jianyan was thinking about it, a little dampness suddenly came from his fingertips. He was slightly startled and picked up the mirror fragment.

On the page, the crooked small characters were soaked by water from nowhere, and the wet marks with unclear outlines slowly spread, causing the surrounding handwriting to be blurred.

Wen Jianyan: "!"

He suddenly recalled something.

Every ghost in this instance, whether it was Xiao Jie, Xu Yuan, or even Old Witch was dripping with water all the time.

Even the initiators were no exception.

It was mentioned in Xu Yuan's diary — after returning to the dormitory, the other party stood by her bed and did not leave, and there was the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.

At first, he thought the sound came from blood dripping from the cat's skin.

However, a cat's blood volume was limited, and it was impossible to continue to drip overnight, nor could it disappear without a trace the next day.

It meant the sound wasn't from blood.

But from ordinary water.

Wen Jianyan put the mirror fragment and the notebook back into his pockets, then rushed to the side window and looked outside —

The night was dark, and everything was shrouded in disturbing darkness.

With the dim light, the outline of the entire campus could barely be discerned.

Teaching building, dormitory building, playground, artificial lake, and canteen.

Wen Jianyan drew a map of the school in his mind.

Soon, he realized that the canteen and the playground were all far away from the central axis, only the teaching building and the dormitory were facing each other, separated by a small artificial lake.

They both had four floors.

The most critical room number in both is 408, except that in one, it is the second room on the right, and in the other, it is the second room on the left.

All the clues were connected together, making Wen Jianyan hold his breath slightly.

It meant the two buildings were mirror images centered on the artificial lake.

The lake was the largest mirror on the entire campus.

At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded again in his ears: [Ding, it is detected that the plot modification has reached the threshold, and the instance is undergoing uncontrollable changes…]

[The new plot is opening…]

F*ck, again?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

The moment the system sound fell, Wen Jianyan saw that the door of the opposite teaching building that had been closed suddenly opened.

Under the faint light of the street lamps, shadows could be seen moving in classrooms. Shadows, deep or shallow, move silently in the dark windows, slowly moving toward the direction of the gate —

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on the back of his neck.

If he guessed correctly, the mirror in his hand was the original "Mr. Mirror".

It was picked up by the students by the lake. After understanding the weaknesses and desires of the other party, it tricked the other party into summoning itself completely until it became what it is now.

Then, the solution to this instance was very simple.

"Return the things back to their original place."

Throwing the original Mr. Mirror back into the lake should be able to end it all.

——However, looking at the ghostly figures outside, there was not much time left for them.

He turned his head to look at Su Cheng: "Quick, we have to leave the dormitory quickly."

Su Cheng seemed to want to ask something, but his voice was quickly caught in his throat.

Because both of them heard a familiar voice at the same time.

The humming sound was intermittent, and it echoed in the dark corridor, cold and strange, making people's scalps numb.

It was the old witch!

D@mn, she really knows how to choose the right moment!

Wen Jianyan, who was the target of the opponent's hatred, jumped up like a frightened rabbit, dragged Su Cheng, and ran in the opposite direction: "Go, go, go!"

The messy footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor.

The humming from behind stopped.

"Huh? It's so late," the old witch's rough voice sounded extraordinarily strange, like some kind of sticky snake: "Let me see who is still running around in the corridor?"

Su Cheng subconsciously turned his head to cast a glance behind.

In the dim light, a huge figure with sarcoma-like swellings on its body could be faintly seen moving slowly in the darkness. The cracks on the swellings flickered slightly, and countless vicious eyeballs peeked out.

Su Cheng's hair stood on end in an instant.

Mommy! what the hell!

Just then, a dull bell rang from downstairs.

"Dang—Dang—" The clock struck twice, signaling the arrival of two o'clock in the morning.

Not far away, the stairwell was close at hand, and one could faintly see a beam of light coming down from above.

Wen Jianyan sucked in a breath of cold air, dragged Su Cheng to a sudden turn, and rushed into a nearby room.

Su Cheng panted and looked at the young man in front of him, and asked puzzledly:

"Didn't you just say we were going out of the dormitory, why did you drag me in?"

The old witch's movement speed was very slow. Although they could avoid her by hiding here for a while, it cannot solve the problem from the root cause, and their retreat may even be blocked.

"I know."

Wen Jianyan's chest was heaving up and down, and he said nervously in a low voice:

"But it's two o'clock, and the group of anchors is probably coming downstairs."

Su Cheng: "Are you worried that they will continue to be bad to you? "

"..."

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly: "Haha, about the senior anchors on the fourth floor, there is something I may not have mentioned to you…"

Twenty seconds later.

After listening to everything, Su Cheng looked blankly at the young man in front of him who was obviously guilty, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

After a brief silence, he asked half-desperately and half-brokenly:

"Well, my friend, I want to ask you, in this instance, is there anyone you haven't offended?"

From players to NPCs to Ghosts, almost no one left, all of them were tricked by this guy in front of him!!!

What kind of plague god is he tied to!!!

The barrage in the 789326qwk live broadcast room was going crazy with laughter.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!]

[Hahahahahaha thanks to the other anchor for finally asking the question, which was in the hearts of us viewers for a long time.]

[Other anchors' live broadcast is to accurately control the boundary between overturning and not overturning the car, and this swindler is frantically on the edge of overturning the car every day. A legendary giant bird spreading its wings.]

[Hahahahahaha lmao.]

Wen Jianyan's eyes drifted for a moment, and he whispered somewhat unnaturally:

"Well, in fact, there is still someone."

For example, the phantom that had been lying in the mirror. I didn't offend him at all!!

"..."

After hearing Wen Jianyan's defense, Su Cheng's eyelids jumped ominously.

For some reason, he had a strong feeling… With this guy's style, it should only be a matter of time before all the existences in the entire instance are offended.

Even the only one who hadn't been pitted would probably not be spared sooner or later.

This was the intuition of the victim.