Free Web NovelChapter 881: Chapter 845: Certain Death in the Decapitation Chamber
"Doctor, are you going to plant seeds in the Jinche Room now?"
Fatty’s voice interrupted the rater’s reminiscing.
His thoughts returned to reality as he eagerly turned his head to look at Gu Mian, his face practically screaming "Hurry up and plant!"
Gu Mian glanced at the rater’s expectant face, turned around and tucked the five seed packets into his pocket: "Not planting them just yet."
Who knows if after planting, this crafty rater would suddenly take out some "advanced special fertilizer" that could instantly form a ghost and secretively sprinkle it on them.
Judging by the rater’s expectant expression, there was no guarantee he didn’t have such a thing.
"Let’s have a look upstairs first." This instance definitely holds something special, which is why the Evil God would want me here; Gu Mian intended to look for clues on the second floor first.
"Alright." The rater dejectedly led the way in front, guiding Gu Mian and the others upstairs, "Let me show you the living quarters."
They all went up to the second floor, which featured five bedrooms and a small storage room.
It was noticeable that four of the bedrooms hadn’t been occupied in a long time, as they were filled with dust. Only one appeared clean and tidy, likely where the rater typically stayed.
There were five greenhouses downstairs, and just five rooms upstairs. Gu Mian turned to the rater beside him and asked, "Was this instance previously a five-player instance?"
The rater nodded weakly: "Yes, it’s a special five-player instance. After triggering conditions, five players in the area would get pulled inside."
Probably because there were only five greenhouses. If there were more people, there wouldn’t be enough greenhouses for everyone.
Gu Mian took another round through each room, looking for any potential discoveries.
The rooms included beds, desks, and paper and pens. There was also an electronic timer on the desk, likely for players to record watering times.
But since the instance had been closed for a long time with no players coming here, the electronic timers were no longer useful, so the rater hadn’t bothered changing their batteries; all five electronic timers had ceased operations.
The rater realized that without the timers, Gu Mian wouldn’t be able to keep track of watering times. He immediately spun around in a panic twice and rushed into the dusty little storage room, rummaging around as many scattered items rolled out from the storage room door.
The storage was small, and one quick glance could take in everything inside; there were only a few tables, some empty buckets, with scattered items piled on the floor.
Finally, he found two batteries.
The rater, his head covered in dust, dashed out of the storage room and grabbed the electronic timer from the table, pressing the batteries into it. Seeing numbers appear on the timer, he finally relaxed.
Now there’s no worry that Gu Mian might forget to water.
However, Gu Mian’s attention was entirely off the watering matter. He turned his gaze from the clutter-filled storage room and asked the rater, "Why was this instance closed?"
The rater hesitated to speak, glancing at Gu Mian without daring to say anything.
But his facial expression gave him away, as his face seemed clearly to say "Obviously, it’s to prevent you."
Yet the rater also felt puzzled inside; Gu Mian’s antics in various instances caused quite a stir. Many feared they might follow in the footsteps of Mr. Green or Coach Che, and were applying for closure of instance matchmaking channels, all in vain.
Only a few crucial instances had closed their matchmaking channels, like the train that could travel to various worlds.
It’s said before the train closed its matchmaking channel, Gu Mian had visited, causing significant damage, prompting the upper management to decide to permanently close the train instance’s matchmaking channel, no longer accepting new players. freewebnoveℓ.com
The rater was envious of those instances with closed matchmaking. He thought his instance was just a regular farming instance, and even if he submitted closure applications, they’d definitely be rejected, so he didn’t bother applying.
But unexpectedly, the organizers found him, actively shutting down his instance and even changing its name and information so even if someone received a Dungeon Entry Ticket, they wouldn’t be able to guess the instance’s name.
The rater didn’t know why this unexpected fortune landed on him, but he didn’t ask further, happily filling out the closure form and modifying the instance info.
Originally thinking he could enjoy a retirement life, reality hit him like a bolt out of the blue today.
"Does your instance have any special peculiarities, like an extra person inexplicably appearing in a room at midnight, or waking up to find a statue in the hall you don’t recognize?" Gu Mian pondered the possible ways the Evil God might make an appearance.
Listening to Gu Mian’s description, the rater shivered: "There’s nothing that bizarre happening here; my instance is as normal as can be!"
Miss 007 silently glanced downward, from her angle still seeing part of the hall, where many ghost models with strange looks were present, making this place barely align with the word "normal."
After confirming the second floor didn’t hold any clues, Gu Mian decided to take another look at the greenhouses.
The group first arrived at the greenhouse entrance of the Jinche Room.
The Jinche Room’s door was shaped like a person with hands behind their back kneeling down, akin to ancient prisoners awaiting execution.
"The names of these greenhouses sound quite peculiar."
Fatty looked at the Jinche Room’s info plaque, then turned to ask Miss 007 next to him: "Miss 007, do you know what Jinche Room means?"
Miss 007 stared at the greenhouse info plaque for a few seconds, then at the kneeling human-shaped door in front, "Jinche... combined means ’beheading.’"
Fatty realized, "Yeah, these combined form the character ’斩,’ representing great danger and no survival, right."
Attributes are greatly augmented, also making it easy to cultivate rare highly dangerous varieties, truly embodying no survival.
"Creak," Gu Mian pushed open the door which hadn’t been opened in a long time.
The scene behind the door came into view.
Unlike the expected warmth and brightness, it was a desolate, dim land with a bleak sky beyond the door.
This isn’t a greenhouse; it’s like stepping into another world.
The indistinct sky housed a circular object, unclear whether a sun or a moon.
Ruined buildings appeared in the distance, but further ahead, thick fog veiled everyone’s vision, leaving only a small area visible in front.
"Is this really a greenhouse?" Keke wondered, frowning at the view, feeling it didn’t match the typical greenhouse scenery, more suiting a post-war ruin.
"This won’t be the land where you plant the seeds, doctor? Can seeds genuinely grow in such a place?" Fatty pointed at the ground beneath their feet. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
The land was littered with broken bricks, and large fist-sized stones were buried periodically in the soil, making it difficult for sowing.
Not far off, considerate farming tools like hoes, shovels, watering cans, etc. were prepared, though the stones seemed wider than the hoes.
"They’ll definitely grow, surely grow," the rater quickly chimed in, "But the growth period is a bit longer, yet don’t worry, I’ll assist you; with my help, the seeds will surely thrive..."
Amidst the rater’s noisy background chatter, Gu Mian exited the Jinche Room, proceeding to check out all the other four greenhouses.
Each greenhouse presented unique conditions.
Sleeping Room most resembles a greenhouse, everything inside is orderly, with square pre-tended fields, hoes, shovels, and tools neatly placed against the wall. Above was a glass ceiling akin to greenhouse domes, with a row of high-power supplemental lighting.
Danger Room was like land within a cave, fertile soil but extremely dark vision. The cave housed countless paths; a moment’s carelessness could lead to getting lost inside.
Prayer Room brought a bit of amusement, empty space without structures or tools, with land that was rock-hard. It looked like a room not yet modeled in a game, and Gu Mian tried hammering the ground with tools from other greenhouses, leaving not a single mark; here, planting seeds boiled down to tossing them onto the ground, then leaving development out of your hands.
Detachment Room’s greenhouse setting was quite lively, with colorful Easter eggs drifting down from above, and a minimum of twenty speakers placed inside, blaring deafening joyous music. Fatty commented—
"No wonder the danger level and stage conditions are reduced for ghosts cultivated here; I guess the music shattered their minds when they were young."
