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Chapter 678 - 678 677. Lu Ban you are so kind _1

Chapter 678: 677. Lu Ban, you are so kind! _1 Chapter 678: 677. Lu Ban, you are so kind! _1 When the battery alert popped up, Zheng Li had just finished dinner and returned to his room.

According to the prompt, he could only save his progress in this room. If he were to go offline elsewhere, the save would revert to the last time he had been in the room.

The characters that appeared were quite complex. In contrast to ordinary games, where interactions with NPCs were limited to a few lines, this game was obviously outrageous. Conversing with these NPCs, Zheng Li never felt like he was playing a game—all behaved like real humans, with their own histories, emotions, and varied responses to different topics.

Zheng Li returned to his room and tidied up his luggage, where he discovered several notebooks.

“How did I not realize there was such important information here?”

Annoyed, Zheng Li glanced at the power indicator and prepared to take a quick look before logging off.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if the words in the notebook in front of him seemed twisted.

The words writhed like ants crawling on the pages.

Zheng Li watched in horror as the words crawled from the page onto his hand.

He hastily tossed the notebook to the ground, but the words spread like an infectious disease, swiftly occupying the skin of his arm and continuing to spread across his body.

A severe itchiness danced on Zheng Li’s hand.

He fell into a panic and even forgot to save and exit the game.

He felt millions of ants crawling over his body, burrowing beneath his skin and into his flesh.

Zheng Li furiously scratched, trying to rid himself of the ants.

His fingernails incessantly raked the skin of his other arm, over and over again.

Soon, his fingernails ruptured the skin on his arm, leaving trails of blood.

But the words were as though etched into his flesh and refused to disappear despite his efforts.

Zheng Li felt an itchiness spreading up his neck, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw that its surface was also densely covered in words.

He rushed to scratch it, but the itch persisted until his throat was filled with the words.

Splat—

Zheng Li’s nails had torn open his throat, and he dug furiously until his soft windpipe was completely torn out.

Amidst the gory mess, Zheng Li gasped for breath, a powerful sensation of choking enveloped him, and he collapsed on the carpet, the softness elongating the process of dying.

“Discoveries are always delightful, but it’s too late, you’ve meddled with the forbidden and paid the price, maybe next time, you could check your room a bit earlier,”

Words appeared before Zheng Li’s eyes as darkness overtook him.

When he came to, Zheng Li found himself back among the Sea of Stars, facing the unadorned door with its damp-smelling wood.

He hurriedly logged out of “Morning Star,” sat up abruptly, and took off his helmet.

Zheng Li gasped for air, even the slight scent of his roommate’s dirty shoes mixed with a sour foot odor now seemed exceptionally fresh.

He reached for his neck, relieved to find it intact.

Zheng Li checked his hands and feet, finding no such text on them.

Only…Zheng Li suddenly felt an itchiness on his thigh.

He startled and immediately looked at where the itchiness originated.

There sat an insect, anomalous for the season, akin to a mosquito.

“What is this, a mosquito?”

Zheng Li relaxed, and even found the sight of the bug sucking blood from his skin rather pleasing.

Climbing out of bed, Zheng Li checked the time; it was almost six, and the sky would lighten in a little while.

His roommates were still sound asleep, with only one who slept lightly stirring at Zheng Li’s movements, turning over before quickly resuming his snoring.

Zheng Li had the illusory feeling of having survived a calamity. Gazing at the helmet on the desk, he remembered the encounter he had just experienced and couldn’t help but shudder.

If the situation he had just been in had occurred in a movie, Zheng Li might have only felt sickened at most. Even if Lu Ban’s films were immersive, Zheng Li would only experience a surge of fright and fear.

But now…

Zheng Li stared at the helmet, a torrent of emotions surged within him.

Fear, confusion, relief, anger—the memory of being consumed by letter-like creatures, the unbearable itching, even the scene where he had gouged his own throat, was something Zheng Li felt he would never forget for as long as he lived.

This kind of fear was etched into his DNA, impossible to erase. Even if Zheng Li were to die, nailed inside a coffin, he might still be unable to forget that moment when his heart pounded wildly.

Fortunately, it was just a game.

But that game felt too real!

His hands trembled slightly, as though he truly had just been through that adventure.

“Did I just die? Is the game over?”

Zheng Li recalled an interactive video by Lu Ban that he had watched before, which was set in a small town in the Night Country.

Even that interactive video had various endings, with countless people trying for a long time without being able to beat it.

If a simple video could be made like that, turning it into a real game by Lu Ban would definitely be heavenly. Those NPCs, one by one, were so detailed it seemed as though there were countless stories to uncover, but there was no lead on how to actually beat the game, and he himself had bizarrely died on the very first night.

Zheng Li even hesitated to re-enter that mansion because he was afraid that the ant-like letters would crawl up his throat again, bringing that excruciating sensation.

The thought of having to die so many times just to beat the game by himself gave Zheng Li chills.

However, at the same time, another emotion was growing within him.

It was curiosity.

Zheng Li wondered what Soul Summoning Night really was, what secrets Taoist Crane Cry held, and what taboo he had trespassed upon that caused his death?

Countless questions took root and sprouted in his heart, and it must be said, death was the ultimate form of immersion.

Facing the game that had “killed” him once, Zheng Li was eager to beat it, to know who or what was truly responsible for his death.

Hatred and curiosity drove him to re-enter the game.

But now, there was no electricity.

Zheng Li now understood why a full charge lasted only up to eight hours in the game state. If one session lasted ten hours or more, he figured he would become completely addicted, not wanting to do anything else.

At least there was still more than half an hour of charge left, a time to experience reality, wasn’t it?

Lu Ban, you are so kind!

As he waited for the device to charge, Zheng Li found himself without any drowsiness. He picked up his phone and browsed the usual forums, looking to see if anyone had posted a review at this time, or if there were any clues or opinions on how to beat “The Night of Summoning Souls”.

Soon, he saw a post.

[“The Night of Summoning Souls”—Ten Details You Must Pay Attention To!]

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