Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 142 Who's in Love?!

Yan Xun naturally heard Ning Xinian's voice.

He looked up and saw Ning Xinian walking towards the balcony. Yan Xun turned off the tablet and put it aside.

"Are you playing with the cat?" Ning Xinian walked to the balcony and closed the balcony door behind him.

The black cat seemed inexplicably afraid of Ning Xinian. When it saw him come in, it jumped off the beanbag chair and hid next to Yan Xun's legs, meowing incessantly.

Yan Xun stroked the black cat's back soothingly before looking up at Ning Xinian. "When He Jingtang was recording the show, he told me something."

Ning Xinian bent down. "What is it?"

"They said the place where we filmed the show was haunted."

Yan Xun stared at Ning Xinian. "He said he wasn't lying, it really is haunted."

For a fleeting moment, perhaps the sunlight outside the window was too dazzling, the captain, who was always a very upright gentleman in front of Yan Xun, squinted his eyes—his pupils turned into vertical pupils for a moment, but because the change was too fast, it seemed to be just an illusion.

"That terrifying?" Ning Xinian asked.

He bent down, wanting to reach out and touch the black cat next to Yan Xun, but the black cat meowed and darted out onto the balcony.

Ning Xinian's hand froze in mid-air. "It seems like it doesn't like me."

Yan Xun looked Ning Xinian up and down. "You're a bit strange."

"What's strange about it?" Ning Xinian seemed not to understand Yan Xun's meaning, so he simply squatted down and looked at Yan Xun, "What's strange about me?"

The way you asked me that question in front of me was very strange.

Yan Xun thought.

In his memory, Ning Xinian always seemed to contradict him when he spoke.

They didn't get along, so Ning Xinian found it strange that he was standing on the balcony and even came closer to him.

What's even stranger is the secret of the dead being brought back to life that the other party wrote about.

If you don't want a secret to be known, no matter how eloquently the production team describes it, no one will write it down.

Since Ning Xinian wrote it this way, it proves that he actually wanted others to know—it's a bit like a tongue twister, but Yan Xun thinks that Ning Xinian was probably also confused, which is why he couldn't help but reveal this secret.

“He Jingtang told me that he checked the surveillance footage and there was no staff member named Xiaolou at all when we were waiting.”

Yan Xun certainly remembered the scene.

He had just changed into his pajamas and gone out when Xiao Zheng brought over coffee. Xiao Lou had been waiting outside, and just then Ning Xinian also pushed open the door and came out.

“You were there too.”

Yan Xun reminded Ning Xinian.

Ning Xinian seemed to be thinking, and after a while, he nodded.

“But He Jingtang said that the surveillance footage only showed the three of us, not Xiaolou.”

Yan Xun was probably tired of squatting, so he stood up and held the tablet in his hand. "So He Jingtang invited us to go and pray together."

"You know, he's terrified of ghosts."

Ning Xinian squinted and looked up at Yan Xun. "I know."

"Ah, what a pity," Yan Xun said again. "I wonder when my friend will realize his mistake and turn back from his wayward path. Maybe I should take him to a temple to pray for him too."

Ning Xinian gave him an inquiring look.

"You forgot."

"My friend who was scammed by a con artist."

Yan Xun held a tablet in his hand, looking down at Ning Xinian, who was squatting on the ground and looking up at him. "It's that charlatan Jia Ye."

“I said, where in the world is there a god who can so easily promise to grant wishes and keep making you do strange things?”

He told Ning Xinian, "They're either complete swindlers or evil spirits; you must never believe them."

"It's best to report it by phone."

"Sweep up the entire hideout of these swindlers."

Ning Xinian seemed amused by Yan Xun's words and chuckled softly, "Who can capture... this evil thing? If what you said is true, that thing really is some kind of evil spirit."

"What can be used to capture evil spirits?"

“There must be something even more powerful.” Yan Xun looked at Ning Xinian. “If this evil spirit is really that powerful, would it need to use so many methods, find believers, and disguise its identity to achieve its goals in every possible way?”

"Even if it's an evil spirit, it's not that powerful."

"Maybe we should put it in the sun to dry..."

"This thing will be cursed and killed."

As Yan Xun spoke, he glanced at the sun on the balcony and said, "The weather is nice today. You can lie here and soak up some sun."

"To get rid of bad luck."

He then stopped looking at Ning Xinian's expression and left the balcony.

Ning Xinian squatted there for a while, then slowly stood up, watching Yan Xun's departing figure.

"A little liar who talks nonsense."

……

Xiao Zheng took Yan Xun to the company.

"Brother Bai wants to see you about something?" Xiao Zheng asked nervously, looking as if he was afraid that Yan Xun would cause trouble.

Yan Xun looked at Xiao Zheng for a while, "You went to the recording site with He Jingtang yesterday, and you said you saw that small building?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng nodded hurriedly.

He was still wearing that gray hoodie; it was unclear whether he hadn't changed it or had bought multiple identical ones.

"Yes! I told my cousin Jing at the time, but later he told me that there was no one named Xiaolou there."

Xiao Zheng seemed a little scared as she spoke, and said to Yan Xun, "We really have to go and pray."

"It's amazing how such bizarre things can happen."

Yan Xun looked at Xiao Zheng, sat in the back of the nanny van without saying a word, and after a while, he suddenly asked Xiao Zheng.

"I had a dream that day."

"What dream?"

"I dreamt that I was killed backstage at a TV show recording."

"That person was wearing a gray hoodie. He walked into the lounge, said 'Yan Xun, I hate you,' and then stabbed me."

He propped his head up with his hand, looking at Xiao Zheng, "Do you think this is a premonition or...?"

“How could anyone hate Brother Yan!” Xiao Zheng said. “Brother Yan, you’re overthinking it. How could something so impossible happen?”

"Really?" Yan Xun said.

"But lately I've been feeling like I'm playing a word adventure game."

"Someone just deleted my first save point."

Since Mu Yuanming can see the plot that has already happened in other branch options, why can't he lose some of the memories that have already happened?

Why was he so certain that he entered the instance at the very beginning of the instance?

In previous instances, when I entered a dungeon, both the system and my item inventory were in a normal, open state.

This time, however, when he entered, both the system and his item inventory were sealed, and even the noisy system was nowhere to be seen.

[Congratulations to player Yan Xun for discovering a clue in the dungeon - Nth time!]

The familiar system voice appeared in Yan Xun's mind.

[Host, Ugh! I thought we'd never see each other again!] A plush dinosaur appeared in Yan Xun's consciousness. [This instance is too scary, Host, you'd better not fall in love.]

Yan Xun: "..."

Wait, who's in a relationship?!