frightfiction Chapter 546 The Most Beloved Child
Chapter 546 The Most Beloved Child
The grandparents blushed.
They were all elderly people who cared about their reputation, and being chattered by crickets in front of them by some unknown sound made them feel somewhat embarrassed.
They all scratched their heads, trying to save face.
He called out to the sky, "Friend, who are you? Sorry to bother you. Show yourself and let's have a drink together."
The old men busied themselves, bringing out small tables, chairs, stools, and bottles of wine.
The older women then brought out dried tofu and dried sweet potatoes that they had dried themselves.
"Yes, let's get together as an apology. We've brought out some snacks, they smell delicious. If you don't mind, come and have some with us."
They waited expectantly, hoping for a friendly response and to get together with the inhabitants of the ruins to get to know them better.
The mechanical voice seemed to think for a moment, "Um, no, no, I'm not hungry."
The older women were very welcoming: "It's alright, even if you're not hungry, have some food and drink, it'll taste delicious."
"Uh." The mechanical voice choked, refusing again: "I, I can't eat or drink."
The old man said regretfully, "Ah, why can't you eat or drink? Is your dad not letting you have snacks or drinks? Call your dad out, I want to have a chat with him."
The mechanical voice trailed off, "I...I..."
A crackling sound of electricity rang out.
Like a clumsy child who is not good at speaking.
Qin Youyou dug her toes into the ground, feeling inexplicably embarrassed by the sound, and her face turned slightly red.
She whispered an explanation for them: "Maybe they don't have a father."
The old men were startled. "Yes, where is this? This is a ruin!"
What's in the ruins? Besides this strange little friend who can talk, the only other thing left is a corpse!
They really hit that kid where it hurts!
They slapped their thighs in regret, exclaiming, "Oh dear, we've really gotten senile! We misspoke, young friend, please forgive us!"
The mechanical voice finally managed to organize its thoughts: "No, it's just that I... I don't have a mouth to eat."
The old woman exclaimed in surprise, "You have a mouth to speak, so how come you don't have a mouth to eat?"
Qin Youyou facepalmed. What on earth is all this?
"I...I..." The mechanical voice stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.
Finally, as if reporting a mission, he said quickly:
"I just want to tell you that the game hasn't started yet, dear players. If you want to participate in this game, you need to get a ticket first."
"I'll be waiting for you at the customs checkpoint."
The mechanical sound abruptly stopped, leaving only a lingering echo.
"Waiting for you~~~"
"You~~"
Inexplicably, an image appeared in Qin Youyou's mind of a small computer, drenched in sweat and fleeing in panic with its data cable tucked in.
"Phew." She let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief.
Ah, what a tough day.
The grandparents didn't understand.
They looked at each other, bewildered: "What's a game? What's a player? What's a ticket?"
Qin Youyou, the only young person in the team, explained: "The gist of it is that the formal exploration hasn't started yet. We need to get a ticket first before we can actually enter the ruins."
"Oh, oh." The grandparents roughly understood.
With a look of anticipation, he asked, "That young friend just now said he would be waiting for us at some checkpoint. What does 'checkpoint' mean?"
"That's where the exploration ends."
"Then let's hurry!" the grandparents exclaimed excitedly. "We can't keep them waiting too long. Let's put all this food away and treat them well later."
They busied themselves putting away the small tables, chairs, and stools and began to carefully explore the ruins.
Qin Youyou let out a breath.
Finally, things are on the right track.
Like Xuanming and Qin Fu, the grandparents also noticed the murals in the corridor.
However, the content of these murals was different from that of the corridor where Xuanming was. Under the thick dust, one could vaguely see that it depicted a young man with a bright smile and a small tiger tooth.
He was accompanied by furry little beasts, leading the Phoenix Clan to migrate and helping the Dragon Clan raise their cubs. The colorful clouds were his pillow for rest, and the breeze was the strings he played on his harp.
Many more images were obscured by dust and were not clearly visible.
"What a fine young man!" Zhang Baolin exclaimed repeatedly after admiring him.
Han Dujuan punched him lightly: "Shh, don't talk nonsense. They're just figures in a mural. You might not even be qualified to call them ancestors."
"That's right, that's right." Zhang Baolin was embarrassed; he had been presumptuous.
Han Dujuan leaned closer and said, "How come such a beautiful mural is covered in dust?"
"Oh, that young friend who just spoke up, living in the ruins, all alone. Such a big place, yet only one person. He probably doesn't have time to tidy up."
"There are many of us, so let's help that young man clean up!"
Grandparents love children the most, so they immediately agreed, rolled up their sleeves, took out rags, and began to clean up.
"Huh?" Qin Youyou was completely bewildered.
Weren't we supposed to be exploring ruins? Why are we doing a thorough cleaning?
Okay, okay.
She was also very curious about what these murals depicted.
Without spoiling the grandparents' fun, she took out a rag and wiped the mural.
With a wipe, she saw that the patterns on the mural became clearly visible, and a faint golden light rose on the surface.
The young man inside seemed to come alive, smiling as he looked at her.
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All explorers who stepped into the ruins were teleported to different time and space corridors the moment they entered the corridor.
Each corridor has different murals, but most people are in awe and dare not touch them.
Like Xuanming, they explored along this long corridor, continuing forward...
Walking in the silent, empty corridor, every word you speak will produce an eerie echo.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people spoke, and everyone walked in silence, gradually entering the corridor where the light was gradually dimming.
His mouth was tightly shut, but all the voices in his heart were amplified.
Some come here to become stronger, some to become richer, some for themselves, and some for their children.
Some have a gambler's mentality, wanting to win big; others are desperate and have no choice but to gamble everything.
They were fearful, excited, expectant, trembling, wary of each other, yet dependent on each other.
Silent emotions intertwined, unconsciously merging into the air of the corridor along with their outward-radiating spiritual energy.
No one noticed that the dome of the corridor above them absorbed all these mixed emotions.
Human nature is truly strange.
A questioning voice from the system echoed in Qin Youyou's mind.
She paused for a moment, and this time she was certain: the voice was exactly the same as the mechanical voice she had just heard!
Having a rough idea in mind, she remained calm and continued cleaning the mural.
the other side.
Xuanming had been gone for half an hour.
He almost felt that this long and silent passageway might never end.
The darkness and the suffocating sound of dripping water made it difficult for him to breathe.
He felt a sense of impending death.
"No, we can't go on like this."
He no longer cared about the danger around him; he just desperately wanted to escape this claustrophobic and distorted darkness.
He mustered all his strength, sped up, and ran forward frantically.