Chapter 82.1: Love Welfare Institute (1/2)

Liu Huai perceived Liu Jiayi’s uneasiness and forcibly controlled his tone. He hugged Liu Jiayi and patted her back while composing himself. “No, Jiayi didn’t do anything wrong. It is just a game.”

“Yes, it is just a game.” Liu Huai closed his eyes as if he was hypnotizing himself or hypnotizing Liu Jiayi. Once he opened his eyes again, his tone was quite calm. “I will take you to play a game, Jiajia.”

Liu Jiayi was held in Liu Huai’s arms and grabbed the corner of Liu Huai’s clothes, quietly asking, “What game, Brother?”

Liu Huai opened his mouth. He thought of Bai Liu who wanted to control Liu Jiayi’s soul and Miao Feichi who liked to eat the flesh of children. In the end, he held Liu Jiayi tightly and smiled helplessly. “It is a game where everyone except for us are bad guys. Jiajia, you must follow me closely, okay?”

“Okay.” Liu Jiayi nodded obediently. “I won’t run around.”

The audience in the multiplayer zone whispered to each other. This was the first time they saw a player who entered the game skip the single player game in the newcomers area and be dragged directly into the multiplayer game zone.

However, the core of this game was human desire. If the little girl’s desire to see her brother was extremely strong then the system did indeed have the ability to directly drag her into the game of her brother, Liu Huai.

This little girl’s small TV should obviously be in the newcomers zone but a multiplayer game should logically be logged into in the multiplayer zone. There was no precedent for multi-zone logins so the system might’ve considered it and directly turned off the little girl’s small TV.

It was just that it wasn’t good to start off in a level 2 game, even if the little girl was protected by Liu Huai. After all, Liu Huai would find it hard to protect himself in the level 2 game. This game had the league players Miao Feichi and Miao Gaojiang. The two players had heard about Bai Liu’s skill and were wary of it. It wouldn’t be so easy for them to be controlled by Bai Liu.

Therefore, it was likely that there would be no other powerful player in this game that Bai Liu could control and use to block the knife. The room for Bai Liu to play was very small. Some audience members who had a certain degree of goodwill toward Bai Liu sighed. “I can only hope that Mu Sicheng will cooperate well with him this time so there is a glimmer of life.”

There was a sneer from another view. “Mu Sicheng’s support is against the sky but Bai Liu’s output is like mud against the wall. The Scavenger Zombies’ output is Miao Feichi and he has an S-grade panel. How could you compare a primary school student with a graduate student?”

Soon, there were viewers who browsed all the small TVs and asked in a puzzled manner, “No, there is no Mu Sicheng among the five open small TVs?”

“Bai Liu is in the game alone?!”

After confirming that there was indeed no Mu Sicheng in the game, everyone was sluggish regardless of whether they were Bai Liu’s fans who were worried about him, the people eating melons or Bai Liu’s black fans.

A few seconds passed before this group of onlookers called out in unison, “Fuck!!!”

Bai Liu logged into a backlit room on the second floor of the welfare home. Bai Liu directly broke open the look and went outside to find a map. Soon, Bai Liu was punished for not following the game process. He walked around the second floor and it actually formed a circle. Bai Liu ended up back at the room where he started. There was no doubt that he hit a ghost wall or the game was forcing him to finish this story plot before leaving the floor.

Bai Liu walked into the room had he just appeared in. There was a small bench in the dark and cold room. In the evening light, the chairs cast long shadows on the ground. There were small benches stacked haphazardly on both sides of the room. This looked like a classroom during the holidays with the desks, chairs and benches put away. This made the bench placed in the middle of the room stand out even more.

There was an old-fashioned radio on the podium facing the classroom. It looked like a version from 10 years ago. The radio had a tape in it that was spinning on its own. There were ‘zizizi’ sounds and it wasn’t very smooth. The voice of a little girl singing a nursery rhyme came out of the radio:

“Born on a Monday,

Christened on a Tuesday,

Married on Wednesday,

Took ill on Thursday,

Grew worse on Friday,

Died on Saturday,

Buried on Sunday.

This is the end of Bai Liu—”