Without saying a word, Qiu Dong took Cheng Miao to find the Mang Governor.
The python governor lived in a piece of fiery red magma. The hot, dazzling, and inexplicably attractive magma reminded Cheng Miao of the boundless fire.
Her eyes became darker.
The Python Governor leaned out of this magma.
Nangdu is an ancient god with the head of a human and the body of a snake, similar to the legendary Nuwa.
But the difference is, it's androgynous.
The human body has a stunning and enchanting face and plump breasts, but the voice is a rich and magnetic male voice.
"What do you want from me?"
Cheng Miao pursed her lips and looked at the python governor, who was about three meters tall, and raised his head.
"I know that if a player dies in the dungeon and there is a player with whom he has a good relationship, the player will receive instructions on whether he is willing to resurrect the dead player."
Cheng Miao's throat was dry and sore from crying too much, and her words were a little hoarse.
His eyes were extremely red and swollen, and he looked distressed no matter how he looked at them.
Qiudong gently held her hand and stayed with her.
"That's what happened." The python governor folded its tail so that Cheng Miao could see that it wasn't so tired.
"Jiang Chen, a player who lived in the snowfield room type of Unicorn Resort, died in the copy [Girl Herding Cows]. As his friend, I did not receive a similar reminder."
The Mang Governor raised his thin eyebrows and pinched his fingers slightly, "Yes, indeed."
Just as Cheng Miao was about to speak, he heard Governor Mang continue, "This is player Jiang Chen's wish."
"Wha...what?"
Cheng Miao was speechless. She was stunned as if she understood but didn't want to admit it.
"The player Jiang Chen made a wish after clearing the level. When he killed himself in the dungeon, he refused all possibilities of resurrecting him."
Cheng Miao felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if someone was drilling into her chest with a dagger.
She pressed her chest and blinked her eyes that were too dry to cry.
"When was this wish...made?"
Governor Mang was used to seeing life and death, love and hatred, and looked at Cheng Miao with a dull look.
"Ten years ago."
Ten years ago…
Qiu Dong said from the side, "Jiang Chen is extremely talented. Although he entered the Survival Hotel later than me, the clearance time was about the same as mine. We cleared the level ten years ago."
The autumn and winter wish of clearing customs ten years ago is not to return to the human world again, but to work as a front desk clerk in a survival hotel.
Jiang Chen, who passed the customs ten years ago, made a determined death wish.
Cheng Miao closed his eyes and heard the python governor's voice again.
"The wishes of the players who have cleared the level can be changed without affecting the operating specifications of the Survival Hotel."
The implication is that Jiang Chen has been able to cancel this wish in the past ten years.
But he didn't.
He never wanted to make it alive.
Cheng Miao took a few breaths and felt a tightness in her chest.
"I understand...thank you."
The python governor nodded, turned around and submerged into the magma, disappearing without a trace.
Cheng Miao stared at the rolling lava in a daze for a while, then turned to look at Qiudong, "I want to... go to Jiang Chen's room."
Qiudong looked at Cheng Miao tenderly and distressedly, "Okay."
The resort has no invitations from resident players, and even players who have cleared the game cannot enter at will.
But when Cheng Miao arrived at the Unicorn Resort, the beautiful unicorn at the front desk with a faint silver light had prepared two horses with shiny manes for her.
"Miss Cheng, Mr. Jiang said you would come. We haven't moved the room. Everything is still the same as when Mr. Jiang left."
Normally, Cheng Miao might have stepped forward and tried to stroke this legendary creature.
But now she had nothing on her mind. She just thanked her politely and got on the horse.
Jiang Chen's room is above the snowfield, which is different from the snowfield with milk hot springs and black sand beaches where Cheng Miao and the others lived.
Jiang Chen's room really seemed to be built on the polar regions, surrounded by a vast expanse of white ice, and the biting cold wind carried snowflakes and blew his face until it hurt.
Among the white, there is a two-story white bungalow. You might miss it if you don't pay attention.
When Cheng Miao arrived, he felt like he was going to be blinded by snow.
Cheng Miao took a few deep breaths before slowly opening the door.
The lights were on in the room, and there were signs of burning in the fireplace.
Other than that, there was no sign of anyone living there.
The bowls from which we ate and the cups from which we drank were cleaned and placed in their original places in the kitchen.
In front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window was a single sofa. Cheng Miao seemed to be able to see Jiang Chen, wearing black clothes, sitting here quietly looking at the heavy snow whistling outside.
The colors of the sofas, sheets, and walls here are all deserted white.
It looks extremely empty.
Also extremely lonely.
"The rooms were all renovated according to Mr. Jiang's requirements. He has been living here since he passed customs."
The person who showed them the room was an elk and the voice of an old man.
"I wouldn't come here normally. Mr. Jiang doesn't need any services. I haven't seen him except when he goes out."
Cheng Miao looked quietly at the lack of any human beings in the house, thinking that this was where Jiang Chen would eat, sleep and watch the snow.
Ten years passed like this.
Cheng Miao sat on the single sofa, and she saw the only thing that could be considered personal so far.
Next to the sofa is a small round table with a photo frame, a ball emitting the rays of the sun, and a diary.
In the photo frame is a group photo taken when they visited the snowfield where Cheng Miao lived.
Jiang Chen put it in a metallic silver photo frame.
Cheng Miao rubbed the cover of the diary with her hand. She was a little hesitant at first until she thought of what Jiang Chen said to her in the last copy.
At that time, Cheng Miao complained that he had not been to Jiang Chen's hotel.
Jiang Chen said: "You will go when the copy is over."
His confident tone at that time suggested that Cheng Miao would come to his room after his death.
It is very likely that he placed this thing deliberately.
Cheng Miao was silent for a moment and opened the book.
It's said to be a diary, but it only records some simple dates and events.
"On January 8th, the second year of survival, I cleared the level. Everything is boring."
"On March 2, the second year of my existence, I finally thought of something interesting. In the never-ending darkness of human nature, is there really a clean and bright soul that is not desecrated or contaminated?"
"August 4th, the second year of survival, subject: Zhou Shui."
"On August 14th, the second year of survival, I entered the dungeon for the first time and performed well."
"On September 7, the second year of survival, I entered the dungeon for the second time and failed. The more pure and kind a person is at the beginning, the easier it is to be changed by the dungeon."
"February 8, three years after surviving, subject: Lin Simin."
"On May 29, three years after surviving, I entered the dungeon for the first time and performed well."
"On June 22, three years after surviving, I entered the dungeon for the second time and performed well."
"On July 28, three years after surviving, I entered the dungeon for the third time and died."
