MTL - What’s Wrong With Seeking Death?-Chapter 26

[Congratulations, you have gained ten death points. 】

[Congratulations, you have gained ten death points. 】

[Congratulations, you have gained ten death points. 】

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Almost every time he writes down "eating shit", Xu Tueran has a reminder sound in his head.

Although I dislike what I wrote, I have to say that the continuous sound of money is still very comfortable.

Xu Tuoran nodded secretly, feeling a little rejoiced. She was just trying to write, but she didn't expect it to be possible, and she didn't seem to be brainwashed like Yang Buqi and the others said...

Then maybe, besides "eating shit", I can have some other attempts?

For example, advocating that "it" can kill itself? Will it do so? If so, wouldn't everything be resolved? Or maybe, she can praise its benevolence, so benevolent that it will take the initiative to release the "domain" and release all the introduced creatures...

The more Xu Turan thought about it, the deeper he went, and before he knew it, the speed of writing became faster and faster.

At this moment, there was a sudden pain in his foot.

Shocked by the pain, she came back to her senses, looked down, and saw Yang Buqi's foot was stepping on her instep, crushed it again, and then retracted.

Xu Tuoran: ...? !

She murmured in her heart, and looked up at Yang Buqi's face, only to see that he was pointing his eyes at her composition paper, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was indescribably anxious.

Xu Tueran followed his gaze, and was shocked—she realized that several lines of text had appeared on her composition paper at some point.

The handwriting at the beginning of the text was still consistent with his own, and the shape of the characters could be considered correct. However, the more you go to the back, the more messy it is, as if it is about to fly, and what is even more amazing is the content——

All praise and praise. Praise the strength of "it" and praise the kindness of "it".

…How is this going? What just happened?

Xu Turan suddenly felt scared for a while, and hastily crossed out the extra lines. Yang Buqi's voice sounded from the side again:

"Don't think about anything else, just write what you think. The more you pay attention to it, the more it pays attention to you—get it?"

Xu Tuoran was a little flustered, he responded in a low voice, took a deep breath, and secretly glanced at the little girl, seeing that she didn't pay attention to him, he hurriedly scratched a few lines on the lines until the words were covered. Seeing nothing, Fang quickly regained his train of thought and started to create his own praise literature, continuing to let that great father eat shit.

After concentrating his mind, the state of being ghostwritten in a trance finally did not reappear. Xu Tuoran breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced in Yang Buqi's direction, his expression changed again.

"Yang Buqi? Yang Buqi! Look at what you wrote yourself?!"

She gave a low cry, and Yang Buqi looked over at him, with a dazed expression on his face, but the pen in his hand didn't stop for a moment. Xu Tuoran reminded him several times, but he didn't seem to notice the problem at all. Xu Tuoran had no choice but to imitate his previous practice, poking his foot over and stepping on it hard!

Yang Buqi let out a "hiss", and his eyes changed instantly: "What?"

Xu Tuoran motioned him to look at his paper again. Yang Buqi lowered his head in a daze, and immediately heard him take a breath—

Just like Xu Tuoran not long ago, there are more things on his paper.

It was just perfunctory scribbling, but it became straightened unconsciously, and the words of praise were arranged one by one, like a cry from the heart.

Yang Buqi suddenly felt a chill go down his back, and hurriedly erased all the words. He thanked Xu Tuoran in a low voice for his reminder, and quickly turned his attention back to his paper.

It's really dangerous. He realized belatedly.

He knew that at times like this, the more he thought about "it", the more easily he would be affected. However, his attention was actually on Xu Tuoran just now, and he just thought about it incidentally, what to do if her composition angered "it"-who would have thought that this would actually be a trick.

Fortunately, Xu Tuoran's reminder came just in time...Yang Buqi rolled his throat and began to draw on the paper again.

He had never encountered a similar situation before. But he can roughly understand the meaning of the existence of this room - "it" needs not only food, but also believers. In comparison, the latter's benefit to it is obviously more practical.

It is willing to be noticed and imagined, and is willing to conform to those imaginations, although this "conformity" is often realized in a distorted form. When you try to recognize it, it can in turn affect your perception.

In a sense, Xu Tuoran's approach may be justified—her way of writing is not so much cognition as she is throwing dirty water. The other side is probably not very willing to claim this cognition... After all, although he pretends to be a very powerful person, he is not a real omnipotent god. If he is transformed by a capable person, he may still retain some humanity …

In other words, this face is still needed.

Yang Buqi lowered his eyes, his face showing some thought. In a daze, there was another pain in my leg, and I woke up suddenly, only to find that there were many passionate and disgusting words of praise on my paper.

He was terrified for a while, and hurriedly erased and rewritten everything. He immediately stopped his thoughts and let his mind go blank, only then did he feel more comfortable.

After a few more minutes, Xu Tuoran finally finished his paternity literature full of taste and nonsense, and concluded it perfectly with "My great father, he is so great".

She submitted this article with great confidence.

The little girl also accepted it very happily.

Su Sui'er, who was pressed against the wall, was finally released, her face still showing a bit of bewilderment and anxiety. Yang Buqi, who was the only one who knew the truth, closed his eyes in silence. On the one hand, he wished to rush out on the spot to avoid the next unbearable development, but on the other hand...

I have to say that he was really curious about the little girl's reaction.

And that little girl, after reading the composition—unexpectedly exploded.

Strictly speaking, she did not "finish" the composition at all. After only reading the first two paragraphs, I threw the composition paper away and started waving blood vessels and yelling.

"No, no! Don't write like that! Rewrite it all! Rewrite—"

The high-decibel sound exploded in the room, shaking people's brains steadily, and the eardrums seemed to be cracked. Xu Tuoran covered his ears with one hand, flexibly squatted down, avoided the blood vessels passing across the top of his head, and said solemnly:

"What's wrong? Doesn't this meet your composition requirements?"

little girl:? ? ?

Did I let you write shit? !

"Come on, let me talk to you carefully—how did you ask for it? First of all, praise! See for yourself, did I praise it! Did I praise it for being amazing! I praised it several times!"

"Also, you said to highlight its omnipotence, did I highlight it? Didn't I highlight it?"

"Finally, you said it was going to be amazing—you said it was written to be amazing!"

After speaking, he gave Yang Buqi a wink, and the latter nodded numbly in cooperation.

Wow, that's amazing.

little girl:"…"

I don't know if she was really intimidated by Xu Tuoran or what, but the thick blood vessels in her body gradually calmed down.

But she still looked very unhappy, staring at Xu Tuoran as if she wanted to eat people.

Seeing this, Yang Buqi's heart sank again. Xu Turan next to him still looked righteous, as if he was really reasonable.

…Yang Buqi doesn't even know where she got the courage from.

At this moment, Su Sui'er, who had been wandering away from the conversation, finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, picked up Xu Tuoran's composition paper from the ground, and carefully read it.

Immediately, she opened her mouth slightly, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Fucking grass, you're a bully."

…

Xu Tuoran clapped his hands on the spot: "Listen, the real evaluation from passers-by!"

little girl:"…"

After all, she is just a companion creature, and she is still a companion creature who has not graduated from junior high school, and her intelligence quotient is limited. She obviously felt that what Xu Tuoran wrote was very wrong, but for a while, she really couldn't find any reason to refute it.

I don't know how long it took before she heard her snort heavily, turned around and picked up her small schoolbag, took out a pink hard-sided notebook from it, and scribbled on it several times.

Then I saw her closing the small book very seriously, putting it back into the bag, and pointing at Xu Tuoran suddenly:

"get out!"

Xu Tuoran: "..." Huh?

Happiness came so suddenly that she didn't react for a while. She paused for a moment before confirming, "Does that mean I can go?"

The girl hummed impatiently, and repeated again: "Get out!"

Hearing her gnashing of teeth, Xu Turan had reason to suspect that what she really wanted to say was to get lost.

"Wait a minute." Yang Buqi said at the right time, looking at the little girl carefully, "If she goes out through this door, will she go back to the room she was in before coming in?"

"Yeah." The little girl replied unhappily, "Otherwise?"

The truth—Yang Buqi made a judgment in his heart. Although the safety behind the door cannot be guaranteed 100%, but it somewhat gives people some peace of mind.

Xu Tuuran and Su Sui'er frowned, and exchanged a confused look.

Following the pattern they had previously discovered, the outside room changed after the door was closed. That being the case, how can this girl assert that after they go out, they can still enter the previous room?

Xu Tuoran glanced at the door thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

The girl impatiently started to urge again, Xu Tuoran looked sincere: "It's a pity to leave just like this. If there is a chance, I would like to read the masterpieces of these two classmates."

The implication is to wait for them to leave together.

Yang Buqi didn't know if she really wanted to wait for him to go together, or if she had other ideas. In any case, he didn't intend to waste any more time here—he immediately followed up and said that he had "finished reading" and wanted to start writing essays.

The little girl glared over with a warning in her eyes.

Obviously, she also guessed how Yang Buqi planned to complete his next "composition", but her intelligence was not enough to effectively block his next behavior - she scratched her head for a long time, and finally squeezed dryly. One sentence, you can no longer write about eating shit.

Yang Buqi followed the example of kindness, and sure enough, he didn't write **** anymore.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, he gave full play to his imagination and wrote like a god. In a blink of an eye, he wrote a composition with the theme of "My old father who dared to roll in the cesspit", and he was satisfied with the manuscript.

Su Sui'er and he started to write in the same batch. Coincidentally, both of them chose the same starting point. But her hand speed is not as fast as Yang Buqi's. When Yang Buqi handed in the manuscript, her "father" had just entered the cesspit - and of course, after Yang Buqi handed in the manuscript, the little girl flung him helplessly and furiously for a while. Vessels, followed by the theme of "rolling in a cesspit", was also banned.

This time the little girl finally came to her senses, and not only banned "rolling in the cesspit", but also banned all related words.

Su Sui'er, who was the only one left who hadn't handed in the paper, stared blankly at the 500-character essay she had finally managed to squeeze into. She was silent for a while, then cast a vicious glance at Yang Buqi, kneaded the waste manuscript into a ball, and then I asked for another composition paper, and resigned myself to writing from the beginning.

Xu Tuoran was also worried that the little girl's ban on the subject matter would affect her performance. She thought Su Sui'er bit her pen and thought for a while, and soon had an idea. When curiosity comes up, it will always be pushed away by the other party.

The content that has already been written is also tightly blocked, and he just refuses to show it to her.

The more she behaved like this, the more curious Xu Tuoran became. As a result, after Yang Buqi accidentally scanned a few paragraphs, he also stopped her, his ears were red for some reason, anyway, he wanted to prevent Xu from passing in vain.

While the two were chatting, Su Sui'er's composition was finished. She handed in the manuscript with great contentment, and the little girl unexpectedly didn't get mad—she just tilted her head and stared at the paper for a long time, with a rare look of confusion on her face.

After a while, she raised her head ignorantly: "Are all the things mentioned above great?"

"That's not true." Su Sui'er was not guilty, "The greatness is broken."

little girl:"…"

She looked down at the composition paper in her hand again. Although she can't understand some of the above behaviors at all, and she doesn't understand why her "father" is male and female, male and female, but judging from the performance of other characters in the text, it is indeed full of opposition. The praise of "it", and the praise of real feelings...

After hesitating for a moment, she finally took out the hard-faced notebook again, and quickly jotted down a few notes on it, indicating that Su Sui'er can go too.

She even put Su Sui'er's composition paper very religiously into the collection of model essays.

Xu Tuoran was even more curious: "Then what did you write? Is it over?"

"It's just yellow waste...you care so much!" Yang Buqi dragged him back a little bit, and Su Sui'er glared at him.

"What waste, I'm a stream-of-consciousness luxury car! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

Yang Buqi: …

So you're proud to take someone else's car on someone else's turf, aren't you?

"What does your eyes mean? If you hadn't used my theme first, would I have been forced to drive?" Su Sui'er complained in a low voice dissatisfied, and walked out of the room first, checking the outside space.

...so it's still my fault?

Yang Buqi helplessly raised his hands to cover his face, and pushed Xu Tuoran towards the exit, seeing that Xu Tuoran was still staring at the little girl, he couldn't help but said, "Okay, don't look, move…"

Xu Tuoran frowned, but pulled off his sleeve instead: "No, that's not what I saw."

Yang Buqi followed her gaze, and saw the little girl putting a stack of composition papers into her small schoolbag as if no one was there. The mouth of the bag was open, revealing the pink hard-sided notebook inside.

In addition to the notebook, there are a bunch of red pens and a lot of paper in the bag. From Yang Buqi's point of view, he could only see the red writing on it, but judging from the material, it should not be composition paper.

Yang Buqi pursed his lips slightly. In fact, he had noticed the pink notebook earlier. The little girl has been using it to record, and there may be some helpful clues on it; but now it seems that there may be more than one valuable thing in that schoolbag...

However, now is definitely not a good time to start. He thought to himself. As a companion creature, this girl's level will not be much different from the abomination, and she is immortal, which is far beyond what the three of them can deal with now. The safer way is to try to meet up with other ability users first, then summarize the information, and make a long-term plan...

In the blink of an eye, Yang Buqi has already made up his mind. Just as Xu Tuoran was about to leave, he heard the other party suddenly say:

"Hey, little sister, I want to ask you something."

She waved at the other party, as if she wasn't the one who was almost shot to death by someone before: "You always stay in this room, won't you be bored?

little girl:?

The little girl looked over blankly. At the same time, what fell on Xu Tuoran was the puzzled gazes from Yang Buqi and Su Sui'er—she pretended not to see them, and continued to ask, "It's so big outside, don't you want to go out and play?"

"..." The little girl shook her head in confusion, her voice was erratic, "I can't leave. My father will be unhappy if I leave, so I can't leave."

— the truth.

Yang Buqi made an evaluation in his heart. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xu Tueran nodding thoughtfully. For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

In the next second, Xu Tuoran suddenly realized "Oh", then turned around suddenly, and pushed Yang Buqi heavily with both hands—

Yang Buqi was completely unprepared and was pushed out just like that. Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang", and the door was slammed shut.

…

Yang Buqi turned around in shock, and Su Sui'er, who was checking the surroundings, also had an expression of disbelief. The two looked at the closed door together, subconsciously about to open it—

Before they could do anything, the door opened again from the inside.

I saw Xu Tuoran holding a bunch of things, rushing out of it in a hurry.

Seeing the two people outside, she was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Don't even look, run quickly—"

While talking, the two of them rushed out.

Four thick blood vessels followed closely behind, rushing out of the room, full of anger, chasing and killing her behind.

Yang Buqi: …

No, what's the situation? He just didn't look at it for a second, right? what the hell...

He and Su Sui'er hurriedly took a few steps to the side, and he reacted suddenly.

"Fuck! That schoolbag!"

He remembered, what Xu Tuoran was holding in his arms just now was that schoolbag!

Did you actually grab it directly? Will it be too rigid? !

Yang Buqi's thoughts turned, he raised his palm without saying a word, and patted the flickering green light on the blood vessel passing by, the latter twisted slightly in pain, Yang Buqi immediately seized the opportunity and made up two more blood vessels. He turned his head and chased after Xu Tuoran without looking back.

Needless to say, Xu Tuoran ran quite fast. With a messenger bag, a large backpack, and a small schoolbag on his body, the soles of his shoes are still running with wind. However, those blood vessels are twisted and extremely flexible, and it is extremely difficult to get rid of; it seems to stare at her to death, completely ignoring Yang Buqi and Su Sui'er who are behind, just staring at Xu in vain and chasing, even if Su Sui'er Several bullets of red light were fired towards the blood vessels, but it was difficult to attract their attention.

However, the space they were in at this time was still very large—for some reason, the outer rooms hadn't changed at this time, and it was still connected to the empty lobby on the first floor. It takes at least a hundred steps to run from one door to the other, and the floor is still covered with marble, which is a slippery—

Xu Tuoran's foot slipped, in order not to fall, he had to slow down abruptly. And in such a blink of an eye, a blood vessel rushed to Xu Tuoran's back, his thick head was raised high, and the top opened like an insect's mouthparts, which was about to be bitten off.

At this time, Yang Buqi and Su Sui'er were still a few steps away from Xu Tuoran, and they couldn't be rescued no matter what. Under the eyes full of fear, Xu Tuoran turned around, flew up with one leg, straight from bottom to top, with a sudden flick, the tip of his toe directly touched the blood vessel.

...fortunately I was able to catch a broken leg!

This was Yang Buqi's first reaction.

And the second reaction was—huh? ?

He fell into a daze.

Because the moment Xu Tuoran kicked the blood vessel, it suddenly stopped moving.

The whole body seemed to be frozen, and after a second of freezing, he turned his head suddenly and bit the second blood vessel that came violently from the side.

Yang Buqi: "..."

This... Although I don't understand it, but thinking about it on the bright side, at least I don't need to be picked up by others.

In the blink of an eye, others had already rushed to Xu Tuoran's side—that guy, he was still in the mood to stand there and watch the blood vessels bite!

Xu Tuoran stared at the blood vessels in front of him, deeply moved, he finally found the correct way to open the "forward kick"; within a second of feeling, Yang Buqi grabbed the collar with one hand, and went straight into the next room.

After Su Sui'er was broken, her five fingers glowed seven or eight times in a row, and she kicked the blood vessels behind her back a few steps in a daze. Fang followed the two of them and entered the new room.

The door was slammed shut, but the three of them didn't dare to stop, and moved forward two rooms in a row, until the sound of blood vessels hitting the door could not be heard at all, and then they really relaxed.

In the next second, the three of them looked at each other and said in unison:

"Are we getting rid of her?"

"Why didn't the room change just now?"

"God! What are you doing she's chasing you like that?"

Three people, three questions. After a brief silence, Xu Tuoran took the lead in answering the last question from Su Sui'er.

"This thing." She raised the small schoolbag in her hand, "I think it will be useful. So I brought it."

Take... she said take.

Yang Buqi took a deep breath and decided not to worry about her words.

Su Sui'er's eyes widened in surprise, she took the schoolbag and turned it over, and after only two glances, her expression became serious.

"No wonder you asked her if she could leave the room just now..." She finally came to her senses, and once again offered that sentence of admiration, "Wow, you're such a fool."

"It's still a little accident." Xu Tuoran took a hard breath, "I didn't expect her tube to be so long."

She also didn't expect that Yang Buqi and Su Sui'er would flee for their lives together... She thought that after she closed the door, the room outside would be replaced. This will not drag the two into the water together.

She also planned to find an opportunity to meet up with the two after she escaped and share information.

Yang Buqi didn't know her plan, so he patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

"At least I escaped." He sat down against the wall, "But how do you know she was telling the truth?"

Xu Tuoran was reaching for the schoolbag, when he heard the words, he asked, "What's the truth?"

"As for her saying that she can't leave the room..." Yang Buqi half-spoken, and suddenly realized.

...wait a minute, so you didn't care about the authenticity at all, and just grabbed it?

Yang Buqi was dumbfounded.

God, how did such a reckless child live to such an age?