When Ning Su exited the tea room, there was still no movement from Su Wangsheng and Zhu Shuangshuang’s room.
He was about to go down and check when he saw the Holy Maiden going up.
She asked Ning Su, “How do you feel?”
Ning Su didn’t answer and instead asked, “What did you say to Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang when you went in just now?”
The Holy Maiden didn’t respond either. She walked into Ning Changfeng’s room and checked his condition, seemingly satisfied.
“I didn’t say anything to him just now. Your words seemed to be more effective than mine, didn’t they? The transplant was very successful.”
Regardless of who said what, they were all trying to stimulate the transplanted sacred flower. When she said something to Ning Changfeng, it was also to ensure Ning Su’s success in stimulating him today.
Ning Su then asked the Holy Maiden, “What did you say to Zhu Shuangshuang?”
“Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Wangsheng decided who would transplant the sacred flower first by playing rock-paper-scissors. Zhu Shuangshuang always thought it was fair.”
The Holy Maiden smiled and said, “But she didn’t know that Su Wangsheng’s groom’s seal has the function of bewilderment control. He deliberately guided her so she could win. I just told Zhu Shuangshuang the truth about this.”
Ning Su looked up at the Holy Maiden.
She knew everything.
She knew about his blood relationship with Ning Changfeng, and she knew the skills and weapons of everyone.
Shi Tianzhu had told him that the dungeon bosses, like the ghost master or divine master, were usually very frightening.
Ning Su had now come to realize it himself.
At the end of each instance, the rating of the system and the dungeon boss’ rating were the same, making them equal.
In fact, the skills and weapons of each instance should be gifted to the players according to the ghost master’s mood.
In the first instance he participated, there were two skill weapons, Red Veil and Yin-Yang Mirror, and their directions were too obvious.
Considering the ratings and skill weapons of each instance, the ghost master’s power within an instance was no less than that of the system.
All of this indicated a ghost master’s strength.
He could be sure that the ruler of this world, or perhaps its creator, was the Holy Maiden before him.
The only uncertainty was whether she was a ghost master or a divine master.
Simple methods like reading shadows didn’t work on her.
As the Holy Maiden was about to leave, Ning Su looked at her back and suddenly had a thought: perhaps even the Holy Maiden herself didn’t know what she was.
She always thought she was the Holy Maiden.
After the Holy Maiden left, Ning Su sat by the waterbed for a while.
He watched Ning Changfeng while listening to the sounds from the neighboring room.
When it was time for the worship ceremony to begin, there was still no sound.
Ning Su’s heart sank a little.
Images from the past came to his mind, those moments when Zhu Shuangshuang gave him candy.
He suddenly felt the room was stuffy, went to the window, opened it, and saw Su Wangsheng happily waving at him from below.
Ning Su was momentarily stunned and then smiled.
Zhu Shuangshuang had left the instance.
She had figured it out.
Ning Su stood by the window and took a deep breath.
There were no more unexplored maps in the Flower God’s temple. Staying in the Flower God’s temple day and night, the way to see the god was not difficult.
The remaining players, did they truly not think of it, or did they think of it but didn’t want to leave?
Not leaving for the loot, for weapons, for maps, for quests, or for something else?
Ning Su glanced at Ning Changfeng, who was still asleep, and got up to participate in the worship ceremony.
He placed the four pieces of blood flowers from last night between the fingers of the statue and sang praises along with the others. When the outside prayers began, he leaped down from the palm of the statue, his black brocade robe slipping from the statue’s fingers and disappearing into the corridor.
He never missed a worship ceremony but had never prayed to the god.
When Ning Su came back, Ning Changfeng had already woken up.
Ning Changfeng, who had awakened, had calmed down.
He stared at Ning Su with a complicated expression. “You went to worship the flower god again?”
Ning Su: “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Fine.” The man who had just received the sacred flower transplant sat up directly and said to Ning Su, “Not being dramatic, come over, let’s have a chat.”
He spoke very seriously, pointing to the chair next to the waterbed, inviting Ning Su to sit down.
Ning Su hesitated for a moment, then walked over and took a seat.
He knew what Ning Changfeng wanted to say, and he had mentally prepared himself.
In fact, Ning Changfeng had woken up a while ago, and when he woke up, Ning Su wasn’t there. He had thought about this matter and decided to have an open and honest conversation with Ning Su.
He had missed so many years with his son and didn’t want to continue in the dark.
He said, “The Holy Maiden told me that you are my son, and I was shocked to hear that, but I believed it immediately.”
“When I transplanted the sacred flower into you, I was quite anxious. Your blood was burning in my hands the whole time. After inheriting the ancient divine bloodline, I became very sensitive to blood, not to mention that you look so much like me.”
Ning Su didn’t comment on the last point.
Ning Changfeng continued, “The Holy Maiden said that you had known about our relationship for a long time. You knew I was your father from the first moment you saw me.”
He looked at Ning Su and, seeing that his emotions were stable, asked, “Why didn’t you tell me? Is it because you didn’t want to acknowledge me as your father or because you had resentment towards me?”
He spoke with sincerity, without any pretense.
He didn’t bother with pretense when talking to others, and certainly not with his own son.
Ning Su replied, “There is some resentment. When I was beaten and bullied, I resented why you abandoned me and threw me away. But after entering this game, I stopped resenting.”
“You must have sent me away from this infinite game in the future. What you would experience in this infinite game world probably wouldn’t be easy.”
“You probably did everything in your power to get me out of this endless horror game.”
He knew that now he felt the game world was better than the real world because the real world was in chaos, and he was a zombie with dark energy.
If he was a normal person, if the real world was peaceful, he would be just like those players, dreaming of escaping the game world. That’s the biggest wish for players trapped in this game.
It’s also the best gift parents could give to their children: to send them out of this infinite horror game, to escape from death and suffering, and to grow up healthy and peaceful in a peaceful world.
When Ning Su exited the tea room, there was still no movement from Su Wangsheng and Zhu Shuangshuang’s room.
He was about to go down and check when he saw the Holy Maiden going up.
She asked Ning Su, “How do you feel?”
Ning Su didn’t answer and instead asked, “What did you say to Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang when you went in just now?”
The Holy Maiden didn’t respond either. She walked into Ning Changfeng’s room and checked his condition, seemingly satisfied.
“I didn’t say anything to him just now. Your words seemed to be more effective than mine, didn’t they? The transplant was very successful.”
Regardless of who said what, they were all trying to stimulate the transplanted sacred flower. When she said something to Ning Changfeng, it was also to ensure Ning Su’s success in stimulating him today.
Ning Su then asked the Holy Maiden, “What did you say to Zhu Shuangshuang?”
“Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Wangsheng decided who would transplant the sacred flower first by playing rock-paper-scissors. Zhu Shuangshuang always thought it was fair.”
The Holy Maiden smiled and said, “But she didn’t know that Su Wangsheng’s groom’s seal has the function of bewilderment control. He deliberately guided her so she could win. I just told Zhu Shuangshuang the truth about this.”
Ning Su looked up at the Holy Maiden.
She knew everything.
She knew about his blood relationship with Ning Changfeng, and she knew the skills and weapons of everyone.
Shi Tianzhu had told him that the dungeon bosses, like the ghost master or divine master, were usually very frightening.
Ning Su had now come to realize it himself.
At the end of each instance, the rating of the system and the dungeon boss’ rating were the same, making them equal.
In fact, the skills and weapons of each instance should be gifted to the players according to the ghost master’s mood.
In the first instance he participated, there were two skill weapons, Red Veil and Yin-Yang Mirror, and their directions were too obvious.
Considering the ratings and skill weapons of each instance, the ghost master’s power within an instance was no less than that of the system.
All of this indicated a ghost master’s strength.
He could be sure that the ruler of this world, or perhaps its creator, was the Holy Maiden before him.
The only uncertainty was whether she was a ghost master or a divine master.
Simple methods like reading shadows didn’t work on her.
As the Holy Maiden was about to leave, Ning Su looked at her back and suddenly had a thought: perhaps even the Holy Maiden herself didn’t know what she was.
She always thought she was the Holy Maiden.
After the Holy Maiden left, Ning Su sat by the waterbed for a while.
He watched Ning Changfeng while listening to the sounds from the neighboring room.
When it was time for the worship ceremony to begin, there was still no sound.
Ning Su’s heart sank a little.
Images from the past came to his mind, those moments when Zhu Shuangshuang gave him candy.
He suddenly felt the room was stuffy, went to the window, opened it, and saw Su Wangsheng happily waving at him from below.
Ning Su was momentarily stunned and then smiled.
Zhu Shuangshuang had left the instance.
She had figured it out.
Ning Su stood by the window and took a deep breath.
There were no more unexplored maps in the Flower God’s temple. Staying in the Flower God’s temple day and night, the way to see the god was not difficult.
The remaining players, did they truly not think of it, or did they think of it but didn’t want to leave?
Not leaving for the loot, for weapons, for maps, for quests, or for something else?
Ning Su glanced at Ning Changfeng, who was still asleep, and got up to participate in the worship ceremony.
He placed the four pieces of blood flowers from last night between the fingers of the statue and sang praises along with the others. When the outside prayers began, he leaped down from the palm of the statue, his black brocade robe slipping from the statue’s fingers and disappearing into the corridor.
He never missed a worship ceremony but had never prayed to the god.
When Ning Su came back, Ning Changfeng had already woken up.
Ning Changfeng, who had awakened, had calmed down.
He stared at Ning Su with a complicated expression. “You went to worship the flower god again?”
Ning Su: “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Fine.” The man who had just received the sacred flower transplant sat up directly and said to Ning Su, “Not being dramatic, come over, let’s have a chat.”
He spoke very seriously, pointing to the chair next to the waterbed, inviting Ning Su to sit down.
Ning Su hesitated for a moment, then walked over and took a seat.
He knew what Ning Changfeng wanted to say, and he had mentally prepared himself.
In fact, Ning Changfeng had woken up a while ago, and when he woke up, Ning Su wasn’t there. He had thought about this matter and decided to have an open and honest conversation with Ning Su.
He had missed so many years with his son and didn’t want to continue in the dark.
He said, “The Holy Maiden told me that you are my son, and I was shocked to hear that, but I believed it immediately.”
“When I transplanted the sacred flower into you, I was quite anxious. Your blood was burning in my hands the whole time. After inheriting the ancient divine bloodline, I became very sensitive to blood, not to mention that you look so much like me.”
Ning Su didn’t comment on the last point.
Ning Changfeng continued, “The Holy Maiden said that you had known about our relationship for a long time. You knew I was your father from the first moment you saw me.”
He looked at Ning Su and, seeing that his emotions were stable, asked, “Why didn’t you tell me? Is it because you didn’t want to acknowledge me as your father or because you had resentment towards me?”
He spoke with sincerity, without any pretense.
He didn’t bother with pretense when talking to others, and certainly not with his own son.
Ning Su replied, “There is some resentment. When I was beaten and bullied, I resented why you abandoned me and threw me away. But after entering this game, I stopped resenting.”
“You must have sent me away from this infinite game in the future. What you would experience in this infinite game world probably wouldn’t be easy.”
“You probably did everything in your power to get me out of this endless horror game.”
He knew that now he felt the game world was better than the real world because the real world was in chaos, and he was a zombie with dark energy.
If he was a normal person, if the real world was peaceful, he would be just like those players, dreaming of escaping the game world. That’s the biggest wish for players trapped in this game.
It’s also the best gift parents could give to their children: to send them out of this infinite horror game, to escape from death and suffering, and to grow up healthy and peaceful in a peaceful world.
