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Chapter 309 New Rules

Chapter 309 New Rules

Xie Qingdu stood by the wall and said to Yan Xun, "You be careful too."

"I think Ning Hengyuan has ill intentions."

Yan Xun nodded, waved to Xie Qingdu, and then returned to his home.

At the end of the dream, Xie Qingdu watched Yan Xun's back until Yan Xun returned to the house before he left.

Yan Xun opened his eyes. The room was well-lit, and it took him a while to figure out where he was.

He glanced at the cardboard box at the foot of the bed, then recalled everything from his dream.

These must all be his lost memories, but there's one thing he didn't expect: he thought Xie Qingdu knew nothing, which is why he still treated his relatives the same way.

Judging from the details in his memory, he had clearly told him about that distant relative, and he knew that his relative was not a very kind person.

Then why does Xie Qingdu in the dungeon still speak with such gratitude when mentioning his relatives?

Could it be that this part of his memory, like the memory of his death, was something he couldn't recall?

After quickly washing up, Yan Xun went downstairs to the restaurant, only to find that her parents were nowhere to be seen, leaving only Lou Yanchuan at the dining table.

Lou Yanchuan handed him the envelope. "New instructions."

"They're not here?" Yan Xun reached out and took the envelope.

It's normal that Mom and Dad aren't here, but why isn't Shuangshuang here either?

"Hmm." Lou Yanchuan sipped his coffee. "You'll understand why once you see the new rules."

Yan Xun opened the envelope and saw the newly introduced rules for the community—

Kill a family member before sunset.

Yan Xun looked at Lou Yanchuan, "So vicious?"

"Looks like the weekend is letting our guard down." Lou Yanchuan put down his coffee cup. "The knife is over here, you can get started."

He even considerately handed the knife to Yan Xun, as if he was thinking of him.

Yan Xun took the knife, pulled out a chair and sat down, then cut some butter from the table and spread it on the bread that Lou Yanchuan handed him.

"Such selflessness is unlike you," Yan Xun remarked as he spread butter on a knife.

"Isn't this a chance for you to get to know me again?" Lou Yanchuan said to Yan Xun with a smile, propping his head up with his hand.

He reached out and grabbed Yan Xun's wrist, took the bread from his hand, and, holding his hand, pointed the knife at himself.

“I’ve observed it; this knife is very sharp.” Lou Yanchuan looked down at the knife in Yan Xun’s hand, extended his thumb to touch the blade, and with just a light stroke, blood instantly gushed from the wound.

"That's quite thoughtful."

"I was worried you wouldn't be able to find the tools, so I specially prepared such a sharp knife."

Lou Yanchuan looked at the blood flowing from his fingertip, rubbed the wound with his index finger until blood seeped into the nail bed, and then stopped what he was doing. "Aren't you going to do anything?"

“What’s wrong with you?” Yan Xun pulled his hand back and threw the knife onto the table.

Lou Yanchuan thought he was going to say something, but then he heard Yan Xun say again, "How can anyone eat breakfast with a blood-stained knife?"

Lou Yanchuan glanced at the blood-stained knife on the table and said meekly, "Shall I get you another one?"

Just as Yan Xun was about to speak, the phone rang.

As soon as he answered the call, he heard Du Yun's loud voice—

"Brother!! Did you see that new little note?" Du Yun's voice was extremely penetrating, as if there was another person at the table.

Lou Yanchuan pulled out a tissue from the table and wiped the blood off his hands—since no one was watching, he couldn't be bothered to put on a show.

“I saw it,” Yan Xun said.

He was biting into his bread, his words a little muffled, "What's up?"

"Something's wrong??" Du Yun's voice rose even louder. "This isn't serious!"

"I only live alone!" Du Yun shouted. "Who would I have lured here to kill..."

"This dungeon is giving me no way out!"

"The copy didn't say what the consequences of not following the rules would be," Yan Xun said. "It might be very safe."

Although Du Yun didn't speak on the other end of the phone, it was clear that he disagreed.

Yan Xun had finished eating his bread and was just about to find a tissue to wipe his hands when Lou Yanchuan handed him one.

Yan Xun glanced at him and casually took the tissue. "Didn't you catch goldfish at the market?"

"Let's kill a goldfish and see."

Before Du Yun could even yell at him, he hung up the phone and threw the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into a trash can some distance away.

"Kill the goldfish?" Lou Yanchuan feigned a panicked expression. "I can't bear to do that."

"These are goldfish that you specially caught for me."

“If you can’t bear to part with it, then go…” Yan Xun made a throat-slitting gesture.

Even though they both immediately thought of a solution after seeing the new rule, Lou Yanchuan insisted on putting on an act for a while longer in front of him.

Yan Xun thought to himself, "If only Lou Yanchuan couldn't speak."

This instance is a bit inconsiderate; it would have been better to prevent Lou Yanchuan from speaking than to prevent him from walking.

Besides Lou Yanchuan's white goldfish, there are also small goldfish that he caught for Shuangshuang on Saturdays.

Yan Xun stood up. "If you can't bear to part with it, I'll go and kill that one."

Lou Yanchuan grabbed Yan Xun's arm, still smiling, "How can we let a child be sad?"

He gestured for Yan Xun to push his wheelchair into his bedroom.

The white goldfish in the bathroom sink were oblivious to everything, swimming around on their own.

Lou Yanchuan sat in his wheelchair for a very long time, so long that Yan Xun said, "Since you can't bear to part with it, then let's change to another one."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lou Yanchuan reached out and scooped the goldfish out of the pond.

The white goldfish struggled in Lou Yanchuan's hand, tearing open his still-healing wound.

Blood seeped out between Lou Yanchuan's fingers. It was hard to tell if it was his blood or the white goldfish's blood—it was probably Lou Yanchuan's blood, Yan Xun thought, since goldfish couldn't bleed that much.

Lou Yanchuan held the goldfish in his hand. "You can go out now."

"I'll wash my hands."

Lou Yanchuan only let go of the goldfish after Yan Xun left, looking at it in his hand.

The goldfish had long since stopped moving. The goldfish in the pond were already fragile, so Lou Yanchuan didn't hesitate at all when he made his move.

The instance wouldn't suddenly set up such a market, let alone sell these seemingly useless items in it—the instance specifically reminded them that the weekend market would appear randomly during weekend hours.

Once you miss it, you don't know when the next weekend market will come around.

No new rules were introduced over the weekend, so it's highly likely that any new rules will be related to items found in the market.

Lou Yanchuan had just entered the market when he saw such a conspicuous stall.

When he asked Yan Xun to help him catch the goldfish, he knew he couldn't take them with him. The rules of the next instance might involve killing a living creature or a family member—he thought it would be a family member.

The entire instance constantly emphasizes the concept of family and family members, so the only rule that can appear is killing a family member.

Lou Yanchuan looked at the white goldfish in his hand, and finally put it in his backpack.

The backpack is theoretically not allowed to carry any living creatures, which would have no effect on Lou Yanchuan, who has many props—not to mention that the goldfish is now dead.

He thought that Yan Xun might have sensed something, which was why after helping him catch one goldfish, he caught another one, saying it was a gift for Shuangshuang.

Lou Yanchuan washed his hands in the sink.

The wound on his thumb reopened... He watched the water flow until the tiny bit of blood completely disappeared, until the wound was washed until it turned white, before he turned off the tap.

The sink and mirror in his room were specially designed to be the right height.

Lou Yanchuan looked at himself in the mirror, stretched out his wet hands, tidied his hair, and then left the bathroom.

When he went out, Yan Xun sat cross-legged on the ground again, as if he was thinking about something.

They all tacitly avoided discussing the previous topic, and finally Yan Xun reached out his hand, "Come here."

Lou Yanchuan was somewhat surprised, but he still slowly pushed the wheelchair to his side. "Preparing for revenge?"

Yan Xun was too lazy to banter with him. He grabbed his hand, took out the iodine from behind him, poured it on his hand, and then roughly pressed a cotton ball on it for a long time.

Lou Yanchuan just watched Yan Xun's actions quietly.

"It hurts so much," he suddenly said.

Yan Xun pressed a cotton ball against his fingertip, "Don't pretend." For Lou Yanchuan, this pain was probably about the same as a mosquito bite.

"I didn't install it." Lou Yanchuan blinked. "It does hurt a little."

Yan Xun released his hand. "Then you disinfect it yourself."

He leaned against the edge of Lou Yanchuan's bed. "This rule can be considered explicit."

Lou Yanchuan glanced at his stained fingertips and placed the cotton ball on the table beside him. "Almost there."

"I remember you usually wake up very early." He was referring to the fact that Yan Xun had woken up very late this morning.

"I had some dreams," Yan Xun said.

He took a business card out of his pocket and placed it in front of Lou Yanchuan.

Lou Yanchuan looked down and saw that it was a business card with the name Ning Hengyuan written on it, and a phone number below it.

"This is?"

“Master,” Yan Xun said, “I found it in the cardboard box Shuangshuang gave me yesterday.”

In the dream, the master stopped him on his way to the tutoring class and left him this business card—he had searched the room thoroughly before and found no other clues.

After getting up this morning, he searched through the pile of textbooks for a long time before finally finding the crumpled business card.

The business card looked worn out, probably from being handled so many times, revealing the struggles the owner must have felt at the time.

In the end, Yan Xun went to the address on the business card.

He briefly told Lou Yanchuan about the contents of his dream—the part of the memory that had never appeared.

Lou Yanchuan took the business card from Yan Xun's hand. "You said he looks very young?"

“He looked to be in his early twenties, and his beard was fake,” Yan Xun said. “As far as I remember, his beard looked very fake, but no one around him noticed, so I think other people probably couldn’t tell.”

"You're now suspecting that you might not be your grandmother's pen pal, and that Ning Hengyuan is?"

"Are you the disciple he mentioned in his letter, the one whose body he possessed and whose soul was resurrected on the night he fell into the ravine?"

"More or less." Yan Xun rested his head on the edge of Lou Yanchuan's bed.

Lou Yanchuan held the business card in his hand, then took out his phone in front of Yan Xun and dialed his number. However, the call could not be connected and the number was not in service.

"It seems this path won't work," Yan Xun said.

He originally wanted to find evidence from Ning Hengyuan that his father had used Lou Yanchuan to prolong his grandmother's life.

Now it seems that the dungeon has completely blocked this path.

“I do have an idea,” Lou Yanchuan suddenly said.

Yan Xun looked at him.

Lou Yanchuan beckoned to him.

Yan Xun remained unmoved, saying, "Say it or don't, it's up to you."

Lou Yanchuan sighed and moved closer himself.

"Let's leave it at that for now..."

Sitting in the living room, Yan Xun soon heard footsteps and the sound of Shuangshuang jumping around.

Dad opened the door. "Why aren't the lights on?"

The mother picked up the letter from the ground and gasped in surprise after reading what was written on it.

"What?! I want to see it too!" Shuangshuang bounced around, trying to take the letter from her mother's hand.

The mother comforted Shuangshuang, "It's nothing."

Dad casually turned on the living room light. It was already 7 or 8 o'clock, and it was already dark outside. The moment the living room light was turned on...

They saw Yan Xun sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

Hearing the noise at the door, Yan Xun slowly turned his head to look at them.

The mother had already spotted the bloodstains on the carpet and the knife next to Yan Xun.

She immediately picked up Shuangshuang, handed the note to her father, and said, "I'll take Shuangshuang upstairs first."

Shuangshuang was still unaware of anything at this point, and even waved to Yan Xun when she saw him.

But this time, the older brother did not respond at all.

Dad also saw the contents of the note...

Yan Xun stood up.

"I have completed this rule."

He said to his father.

He threw the blood-stained knife on the ground. "It's over."

"you!"

"Are you crazy?"

Dad was so anxious he was spinning around in circles.

Where is your uncle?

Yan Xun gestured for him to look at the room on the first floor. At this moment, his father didn't care about anything else and rushed straight into that room.

When he opened the door, he smelled a pungent stench of blood and saw Lou Yanchuan lying on the bed, his clothes soaked with blood.

He went to Lou Yanchuan's side and checked his breathing and pulse. When he found that there was no movement at all, his father suddenly flew into a rage. He even wanted to slap Yan Xun, but Yan Xun dodged it.

"It's over."

He muttered to himself.

"It's really over."

He was completely panicked and disoriented. Trembling, he pulled out his phone in front of Yan Xun and dialed a number.

"master!!"

He shouted into the phone, "What if I die?"

"My mom can still do that?"

However, the phone went off with a voicemail message – it was Ning Hengyuan's voice, but he said he was temporarily unavailable and to leave a message if needed.

Dad hurriedly called the nursing home again.

But he couldn't get through to the sanatorium by phone. He nervously bit his nails, as if afraid that something might happen.

Perhaps it's true that what you fear most is what happens; soon, Dad heard knocking sounds coming from outside the window—

"Bang bang bang!"

But then the lights in the room suddenly went out.

The entire room was plunged into darkness.

A strange shadow appeared on the outside window. The shadow was extremely tall, but its arms were unusually short, making it look like some kind of monster.

That thing is knocking on the windowpane right now.