Chapter 479 - 369: Everyone Has Secrets
Tie Dan’s face was already pale. Now, as he trembled, it turned an even more ghastly shade of white.
His eyes were filled with terror. His voice was bitter. "Run. Run!"
It was the only warning he could give Little White.
Little White stood her ground, watching the boy who had appeared, spoken a single sentence, and immobilized Tie Dan.
The fabric of the boy’s clothes looked soft, with a distinct, clear texture.
Despite his young age, he had an air about him that suggested he came from a wealthy family.
"Pretty sister, do you want to come play with us?"
A passerby saw the scene, turned, and ran in fright.
Little White grinned at him. "Okay, but you have to let Tie Dan go."
As soon as Little White said this, Tie Dan was released and could move freely again.
Tie Dan reached out and grabbed Little White’s sleeve in a silent warning.
"Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you."
Tie Dan froze when he heard her say that.
’She would protect him?’
It was the first time Tie Dan had ever heard someone say they would protect him.
Not even his own family had ever said that to him, but this human girl in front of him said, ’Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you.’
A strange feeling, something he had never felt before, welled up in Tie Dan’s heart.
It was warm, almost hot, yet it felt like a gentle current was flowing through him.
The sensation was comforting, but also searing.
Tie Dan took a deep breath. ’This is about the bond between kids. How can I let her face this alone?’
’Of course, we’ll face it together.’
Tie Dan rushed into the house ahead of Little White.
The Taishi Chair sat there, empty. The little boy smiled at Little White. "Pretty sister, you’re our guest. Please, sit down."
His voice held a mesmerizing quality. To Little White, it seemed to originate from the depths of her mind, pass through her eardrums, and slowly take over her reason.
’Sit down, sit down, sit down.’
The voice repeated in her mind, and her body began to move toward the Taishi Chair.
She walked closer and closer, step by step.
Tie Dan wanted to stop her, but when he saw the boy’s threatening yet mocking gaze, he realized he couldn’t.
"Tie Dan, are you really going to defy me for a human? Do you know the consequences?"
Tie Dan struggled, shaking his head.
Little White sat down completely in the Taishi Chair. A snow-capped mountain range appeared before her eyes.
The vast, white mountains peeled back her memories once more.
She had met despair here, but unexpectedly, it had also been a place of hope for survival.
The frigid wind, mixed with ice and snow, made Little White’s body tremble reflexively.
Hiding under a large rock, Little White’s thoughts were consumed by one thing. ’I miss my mom. I miss my mom. I want to see my mom.’
’I miss my mom.’
A tear slid from the corner of Little White’s eye, but she was lost in her memories, unable to escape.
*
"Master, what is this place?"
"Ghost Village."
The moment Wen Ying saw the word "Fengmen," she knew where they were.
After all, she was a streamer, even if she hadn’t streamed in a long time.
When Kong Jian heard those two words, he wasn’t afraid.
"Liger, I’m not scared! Da Guo is here, so can we go find Da Guo now?"
Unlike Little White’s drifting steps, Wen Ying led Kong Jian steadily down the small path that had appeared before them.
Soon, they emerged from the wooded, untamed wilderness and saw Fengmen Village proper.
The ancient buildings stood in a deeply discordant atmosphere.
"You’re... Doctor Wen?"
A player recognized Wen Ying, and a huge grin instantly broke out on his face.
It was as if seeing her meant they could get through this adventure unscathed, and maybe even reap some benefits.
"No, you have the wrong person."
Wen Ying led Kong Jian around them and continued walking into the village.
"Doctor Wen, you made it out of the fog in one piece. Why can’t you give us a hand?"
"Yeah, Doctor Wen, we’ve seen your streams! You’re so capable, you should take on your share of responsibility, right?"
Wen Ying turned to face them. "Oh? And what responsibility would that be?"
The person who spoke might have been a little sheepish at first, but now all he wanted was to guilt-trip her.
"You’re so capable, so of course you should protect us here. After all, we’re all citizens of the Flower Country! Or do you want people to know you’d watch us die and do nothing to help?"
The more he spoke, the more justified he sounded, even feeling like he had seized the moral high ground.
"Doctor Wen, you have so many fans. They treat you like a god. If they found out that you didn’t lift a finger to help us in the fog and just let something happen to us, do you think they’d still like you?"