Ning An's Wild Wish System

Song Zhuofan would think positively, otherwise she would have collapsed long ago.

At least when her father was around, he gave her a warm home, allowing her to have a very perfect childhood.

She felt that she was already very lucky.

But why does this thought keep coming up again and again?

Just as Song Zhuofan was puzzled, her pocket suddenly vibrated. She instinctively looked toward it; it was a message notification on her phone.

Song Zhuofan took out her phone, her gaze falling on the screen, where the message contained only one line.

"Why don’t you just die?"

Song Zhuofan’s steps suddenly stopped, she grabbed her phone, her face turning cold, glaring at the message on the screen in the dim light.

She pressed her lips together and said nothing.

In fact, when Song Zhuofan went to the hospital for a check-up, she deceived the doctor.

She not only had examination paper text hysteria, but almost all words gave her hysteria.

But unlike hysteria, the words she saw would always turn into reality in the future.

Song Zhuofan’s hand was trembling a bit, she stared hard at the screen, trying to see the true message clearly.

No matter how long she stared, the words remained so clear, becoming more and more unsettling.

As a top student, Song Zhuofan didn’t first seek help from others when problems arose; instead, she immediately tried to identify and solve the problem.

She was very familiar with the symptoms of hysteria.

But what she saw these days was so real, without any hint of hallucination.

Song Zhuofan’s heart began to race.

According to the method in the book, if you’re unable to discern between reality and illusion, you should not follow everything you see blindly, but use your logic to find loopholes in the illusion, and then you’ll be able to get out.

Just like the triple dream in the apartment of love, did Zi Qiao manage to get out then?

Maybe he did, maybe he came out of two layers of the dream.

The third layer might exist, or might not, or maybe reality itself is a dream.

Song Zhuofan gritted her teeth and replied to the message.

"Who are you!"

After sending the message, she turned off the phone’s screen and put it back in her pocket.

She looked up at the sky, shook her head, telling herself: it’s all fake, it’s all illusion.

Song Zhuofan adjusted her mindset, ready to move on, but then heard the "ding" of a message notification, she picked up the phone and looked.

Only to see two big blood-red words on the screen:

"Run..."

Song Zhuofan’s pupils contracted, initially planning to run based on the message’s content.

After all, in the past half-month, the textual hysteria she saw had never been wrong.

Just as Song Zhuofan turned around, her footsteps paused, she didn’t take off running, but gritted her teeth and went in the direction she came from.

"The best way to break the game is to see the truth clearly."

This was the answer Song Zhuofan extracted from the books she read.

She only wanted to live a normal life in this world, to travel far away after the college entrance exam, and start her life anew.

As she began walking again, the drizzle had stopped, Song Zhuofan put away her umbrella, looked around at her surroundings, feeling slightly dazed.

The scenery was just right, the sky was a vivid blue, the mountains were a lush green, and the maple leaves were a bright red, everything was so beautiful.

Since her father’s death, from junior high until now, it had been about six years since she had seen such scenery.

She walked slowly on this path, savoring every step, greedily absorbing this fleeting beauty.

After what seemed like a long time, Song Zhuofan came back to herself, finding she had arrived at a patch of weeds.

A gust of wind blew, scattering the weeds everywhere, casting them against her face.

After blocking one, another would strike, the weeds were tall and dense, Song Zhuofan couldn’t help but use all her strength to push the surrounding weeds away.

As the weeds fell, her field of vision instantly cleared, she could even hear some faint noises.

Following the source of the sound, Song Zhuofan stared intently, through the weeds she could vaguely see two figures.

The two figures were moving wildly, jumping and leaping, clutching something in their hands, shouting loudly as if in a frenzy.

On the other side, Ye Yunqing, who was thought to be having a fit, also spotted Song Zhuofan.

He frowned, turning to Zhang Xingmin beside him, saying, "She’s noticed us. That thing is truly strange, giving such warnings."

"You hold it off first, I’ll go check it out."

Beside him, Zhang Xinmin looked incredulous: "Huh... me?"

But quickly, a few talismans were shoved into his hands, giving Zhang Xinmin immediate confidence.

"Come on, kill your grandpa!"

Ye Yunqing was just about to head toward Song Zhuofan, had just taken half a step, when a Cannibal Flower suddenly shot out from the ground.

Its large maw opened wide, aiming for Ye Yunqing’s head, tiny leaves like wild dog’s fangs, covered in a foul and strong-smelling liquid, roaring angrily and ear-piercingly, the huge mouth threatening to wrench Ye Yunqing’s head off.

The Cannibal Flower’s speed was fast, but Zhang Xingmin reacted faster, instantly crushing a talisman.

With a flash of pale blue electric current, a yellowish liquid splattered all over, and the Cannibal Flower collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

But more Cannibal Flowers emerged from the ground, continuing to pounce at Ye Yunqing.

The sharp roars were deafening, as if their taboo had been breached.

Ye Yunqing could naturally deal with them, but he had no time to waste here, he just kept moving towards Song Zhuofan.