Chapter 9: An Unfortunate Day (2/2)

Oh right! This person’s name is Wang Ze! Similar to a renowned martyr with integrity. To have the same name, don’t you think it’s ironic how there’s a huge difference between these people?

In short, when you meet this person, please take extreme caution! God bless me to never meet this person again. He’s as terrible as a ghost!]

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Below the post, there were numerous replies.

Bai Yan ran through the whole thread but couldn’t find any more relevant information. He left it alone and carefully thought about what to do next.

Since this poster had exposed him to the forum, he was certain that most of the people inside this ‘Frontline of Hell’ were going to be careful about this person. During the future levels, when he willy-nilly goes out like this, he will surely be excluded. Later on, if there was a need for the role of a cannon fodder, he would be put forward first. As such, his future looked bleak, the bar of clearing harder games were going to be set much higher.

Just thinking of those people who have been empathetic and virtuous in the forums. To be truthful, he didn’t want to deal with people and put most of his focus on guarding himself against them while he was dealing with ghosts.

However, his yellow hair and pale skin were too distinct. Although there wasn’t any function in the forum that could share photos and the original poster also didn’t have photos of him, his Asian appearance, golden hair, white skin, and 20-year-old descriptions plus the limited conditions that players have, once he goes out like this, an eagle-eyed person could blurt out with just a glance, “I know you! You are that perverted Wang Ze!”

Until now, the only thing Bai Yan was most glad about, was that he was modest and didn’t say his real name at that time. Otherwise, if there was a system that showed real-names in the game in the future, even getting plastic surgery would’ve been for nothing.

After putting his emotions in order, Bai Yan put on a long-sleeved jacket and brought with him an umbrella, stuffing his phone into his pocket and leaving out the door.

Originally, he was going to go out for a meal before buying the paint. But right now, he didn’t go to those places. Instead, he directly headed to the nearest barbershop and dyed his blond hair to pitch black.

In China, blond non-mainstream youths were rare, but ordinary black hair was everywhere.

After changing his most conspicuous attribute, Bai Yan decided to put on some foundation to improve his skin color, aiming to deceive the majority of the forum’s onlookers.

Bai Yan wasn’t in the mood to eat after dying his hair. He bought paint and paintbrushes, ate some food from a street vendor, and went home to clean the bloody handprint on the wall.

In addition to the walls, yesterday’s blood-stained clothes that were thrown into the washing machine still had yet to be cleaned. The stubborn blood stains grabbed tightly onto the shirt.

These bloody clothes had been soaked in the rancid bathtub, so Bai Yan could never wear these clothes again.

However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Bai Yan tossed the bloody clothes into the washer again along with a piece of clothing that was easily discolored. When the piece was completely discolored, he put the articles of clothing into the trash, intending to throw them away when he took out the trash.

After having been preoccupied the entire afternoon, Bai Yan finally put his room back in order and even had the time to read the diary he had hung out in the morning.

Unlike the wall that could be cleaned, this diary… also couldn’t be saved.

The diary’s paper was completely wrinkled, even if it were drying under the sun, it was still sticky to the touch. Bai Yan used a small knife to attempt to separate a page but finding out that the handwriting and the bloody water had mixed, it left behind a completely incomprehensible mess.

Without another choice, he could only throw the diary out along with the clothes into the rubbish bin downstairs.