Chapter 67 A Bold Idea

Xia Wulei and Cui Chengzhi brought Shao Hua back to the fifth floor, where Shao Hua also sank into a strange, inexplicable fainting spell.

Placing Shao Hua next to Bako, Xia Wulei and Li Lianxin exchanged blank stares as they looked at the three unconscious people.

"Tomorrow is the seventh day. Do we have a way to protect them?" Xia Wulei asked.

Although most of the instance's ghosts had been dealt with, who knew if new ones might suddenly materialize out of thin air? Moreover, there was still the major boss, Shao Yan, who had not been resolved.

Cheng Cheng was a novice, and Li Lianxin only had a single summoned beast, so everyone naturally turned their gazes toward Cui Chengzhi.

Cui Chengzhi nodded. "I can draw a few talismans and turn this room into a small barrier to conceal their presence, which will also provide a certain level of protection."

True to form, Cui Chengzhi was reliable. With this arrangement, they no longer had any worries holding them back.

Since Old Mrs. Zhao had died directly, the task concerning Shao Yan could no longer be completed, so Xia Wulei still had to go and speak with her.

To her surprise, Shao Yan turned out to be quite reasonable.

[Dead is good, dead is good.]

[After all this time, she is finally dead, finally dead...]

Shao Yan floated back and forth excitedly around the room, blood dripping from her body and transforming into characters of blood in the air.

Xia Wulei asked again, "Then tomorrow, will you make a move against us?"

According to the instance rules, one had to survive for eight days; only by living until the early morning of the eighth day would the players be considered victorious.

Tomorrow would be the seventh day and the final day of the instance, when all the ghosts would pour out in full force.

Only by surviving until the dawn of the eighth day could the players claim victory.

Xia Wulei could clearly sense that she was no match for Shao Yan.

Although she did not face the terrifying pressure she had felt with Jiuying, Shao Yan's strength was steadily above hers. Even Cui Chengzhi was not confident in his ability to kill her, which showed that her power far exceeded that of a beginner.

The clues had also not revealed what Shao Yan's weakness was. Combined with the reactions of Old Mrs. Zhao and Shao Yan, given that this instance appeared in the novice pool, nine times out of ten it was meant for players to choose the cooperative route.

Yet Xia Wulei was full of rebellious spirit and insisted on walking a path no one else had taken, something Shao Yan herself seemed unaware of.

[Tomorrow? What tomorrow?]

[I don't know. I will be in pain, in terrible pain, and then, it all starts over again.]

Well, the NPC was turning around to ask the player instead.

Xia Wulei sighed. It seemed Shao Yan was a native ghost who, at the end of every instance, was refined by Old Mrs. Zhao. She had no idea what she herself would turn into on the final day.

Thus, a bold idea sprouted in Xia Wulei's mind.

Cui Chengzhi, who was writing talismans inside the room, suddenly froze in expression.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

Li Lianxin was pasting a talisman onto the wall. Seeing her senior brother look this way, she couldn't help asking.

Cui Chengzhi did not know how to describe it; he had an indescribable feeling. It was as if the sense of crisis and pressure that had hovered above his head had suddenly vanished. This was a feeling of ease he had never experienced since entering the instance.

Meanwhile, inside Xia Wulei's spatial domain, Number Eight was outputting wildly.

Number Eight: [What is this?! What is this?! What is this?!!!]

Number Eight's orb of light swelled and shrank in anger, even morphing a glowing little hand to point straight at Shao Yan, who was cradling the spirit vine.

Shao Yan held the little yellow flower, bubbles of blood oozing all over her body out of sheer happiness.

Xia Wulei looked utterly innocent. "She's a ghost."

Number Eight: [Why is the instance BOSS in here?!]

Number Eight, while on duty, had received information about an instance anomaly and rushed quickly to the scene, only to discover that the instance BOSS was missing.

And the culprit responsible was none other than Xia Wulei!

Xia Wulei said, "You never said I couldn't take in a BOSS. Besides, this isn't my first time taking a ghost inside."

She pointed to A Shui, who was cracking melon seeds nearby.

Number Eight threw a helpless, furious tantrum: [Is that the same thing?! This is an instance BOSS! Without her, the entire instance cannot function! Exactly how did you get her in here?]

This naturally brought up the rules regarding the previous invitation for A Shui to enter the spatial domain.

When inviting A Shui to become the fishpond owner, the system had mentioned three rules to abide by:
A non-virtual energy entity, possessing cleaning capabilities, and voluntarily following the host's consciousness.

Cleaning capabilities were what the fishpond owner required; in other words, if Shao Yan wanted to stay within the space, she also needed a "position."

Number Eight was dumbfounded: [What position?]

Xia Wulei puffed out her chest proudly. "The position I assigned to Shao Yan is—Scarecrow!"

Number Eight let out a sharp, piercing shriek, incoherent with speech: [This is a spatial domain! Who the hell needs a scarecrow, where on earth are there any birds in here?! No, how did you set a position, how did that position even exist, no, how on earth did she get in here...]

Xia Wulei replied as a matter of course: "The rules say I can set them myself!"

Number Eight was at a loss for words.

Indeed.

The farming system actually did feature robots to help hosts sow seeds, water, and harvest at regular intervals when they were busy.

Their classification was auxiliary robots, which included sowing robots, fertilization robots, cutting robots, and so on.

"To prevent services not anticipated by the system, and to better provide convenience to the host, we specially offer a signature feature for the host: setting up positions independently."

Xia Wulei recited the rule word for word, and the light of Number Eight dimmed bit by bit.

It looked as though it was about to shatter.

Number Eight felt like crying without tears. Setting that rule initially was only meant to make it easier for robots to earn host points; it never expected Xia Wulei to exploit a loophole.

Mainly, who would ever think that a ghost would genuinely volunteer to follow a host??

Even more troublesome was that these initial rules could not be modified easily. They were like underlying code; touch one part and the whole system would be affected.

Number Eight could only grit its teeth and append a new rule: [It is forbidden to incorporate instance BOSSes into the spatial domain!!!]

The red text was bolded.

Xia Wulei nodded indifferently, brushing it off. "Got it. So how are you going to handle this instance now?"

Number Eight: [None of your business!]

Oh, acting all prideful now, were they?

Number Eight hurried away, busy trying to resolve the issue of the instance lacking a BOSS.

Shao Yan slowly floated over to the farmland and dutifully began acting as a scarecrow.

Since the little yellow flower had been nurtured by her heart's blood, the spirit vine was also extremely close to her, wrapping itself around her body.

Shao Yan began bubbling with blood again.

Xia Wulei quickly told Shao Yan to hold back: "Don't splash blood all over my fields. Be careful."

The blood bubbles burst, transforming into two letters: "OK."

Xia Wulei returned to the instance in high spirits, when she suddenly shuddered violently.

"Brr, why is it suddenly so cold?"

Li Lianxin happened to be looking for her at that moment and immediately said upon seeing this.

"Senior Brother said a large number of ghosts suddenly appeared near the apartment, yin energy is skyrocketing, and tomorrow might be dangerous!"