Five bottles of Painkillers ant exactly one for each person. A single bottle of Painkillers restored fifty percent of a Player's Health, took effect imdiately, and prevented the negative debuffs caused by 'pain'. It was a highly practical recovery item.
This item sold for 150 Points a bottle in the Script Shop. Placed in the Player market, the price would be at least 200 Points. Even if the price was driven up to 250 Points, people would still buy it.
Bai Mu did a quick calculation in his mind and imdiately understood the value of the Survivor's Supply Bag. Although it could only be used once per Script, coupled with its effect of automatically replenishing necessary supplies, its practicality was self-evident.
Judging by how it provided the Players with Painkillers, it was obvious that combat was unavoidable moving forward.
More than ten minutes later, having ntally prepared themselves and discussed their tactics and positioning, the group stepped onto the stone stairs leading to the second floor.
Arriving at the second floor, they entered a dark corridor flanked only by cold, blank walls. The sole exit was a room with a closed door at the very end. "It really is just as Brother Bai said. There is only one path," Great Northern Wilderness noted, holding his shield high as he took the lead to clear the way. "After all, this house shifts according to its master's will," Yan Yu said. "Places it doesn't want us to enter simply won't open for us." "But looking at it this way, could the task from the bloody text be to kill the current master of the house and take their place?" Scattered Fireflies asked. "But isn't she worried we might get killed instead? Since in this setting, we are just a bunch of ordinary villagers. I honestly thought she would have prepared so secret weapons or sothing for us."
"There are two possibilities. The first is that she doesn't have any effective targeted weapons either," Bai Mu replied. "The second is that she believes even five unard villagers can easily finish off the current witch."
"Judging from our progression in the Village of Mist, the witch herself isn't exactly skilled at defense," Yan Yu pointed out. "After all, Great Northern Wilderness and Nancheng Port hacked her to death with just their blades."
"Hacking her to death was the easy part," Great Northern Wilderness clarified. "But getting close to her was quite difficult. We spent a massive amount of effort back then just to find an opening."
"Actually, there is another possibility. The person you hacked to death was just an ordinary village girl," Bai Mu remarked.
"Brother Bai, you're joking again." Great Northern Wilderness licked his lips, staring at the heavy wooden door. "Didn't you just say that was the witch?" "Suppose you have a pair of batteries, but your desk lamp at ho is broken. You try to fix it several tis but fail. What would you do?" Bai Mu asked. "Go out and buy a new one, of course."
Yan Yu had rushed to answer, but the mont the words left her mouth, she suddenly realized sothing and looked toward Bai Mu.
Scattered Fireflies and Nancheng Port followed close behind, expressions of sudden realization dawning on their faces.
Great Northern Wilderness glanced at his teammates' faces and whispered into his younger brother's ear, "What's going on, bro?"
"Brother, didn't the second diary ntion that the witch tried chopping off the young girl's legs to replace her own diseased ones?" Nancheng Port explained. "If you treat her body as the broken lamp and her soul as the battery, then when she couldn't fix the lamp, what do you think she would do?" "Buy a... new lamp... swap to a new body!" Great Northern Wilderness suddenly understood.
"The person we hacked to death back then might have truly been a village girl." Nancheng Port's voice was low. "I was wondering why it felt so different from chopping zombies, it was far too smooth. That was the body of an underage girl."
"Damn." Great Northern Wilderness swallowed hard. "Then what the hell is inside that room?"
"A magic ant for swapping bodies must require an enormous price or so extrely difficult restrictive conditions," Bai Mu reasoned. "The original model is always better than a modified version, especially when it cos to the human body. If her own body wasn't truly riddled with decay and beyond saving, I doubt the witch would have considered switching to a new one."
"What is waiting for us inside isn't a young and vigorous witch, but likely just a crippled husk barely clinging to a single breath through magic."
"So that's how it is," Yan Yu murmured. "So you think that dying body actually contains the village girl's soul? No wonder you wanted us to avoid attacking her."
Bai Mu nodded. "Let us assu for now that this body-swapping magic only allows two people to exchange souls, rather than allowing one to completely seize the other's body."
"After the witch seized her body, the girl's soul was trapped behind in that crippled husk."
"She replaced the witch as the current master of the house, while the witch exploited a loophole to escape, regaining her freedom and health." "From what I have observed so far, there are three things she has done in this house."
"First, she used a needle and thread to sew back the arm of that teddy bear."
"Second, she dismantled all the traps in the parlor that could cause injury."
"Third, she took in the zombies that were originally wandering the house, neither killing them nor letting them run loose outside." "From every angle, she is an extrely kind-hearted person."
"That third point isn't right," Yan Yu debated. "If she really took the zombies in, why would she lock them up in cages? Isn't that a contradiction?"
"She didn't lock the zombies in cages," Bai Mu countered. "If she intended to lock them up, there would have been no need to disarm the traps in the parlor."
"Under normal circumstances, those zombies should have been freely roaming the parlor. The room is spacious enough to accommodate them, and there were refreshnts and tea set out on the table. The fireplace was also burning normally to provide warmth."
"She treated those soulless zombies as normal people. Furthermore, the parlor contained the thread used to nd the teddy bear, which indicates she sewed the doll in that very room."
"During the ti she was free to move around, she spent the vast majority of it in the parlor alongside those ugly, withered zombies. Perhaps she also felt pain and loneliness, so she treated the undead as her friends, hoping that those creatures who only knew how to cry out for their hos could find a sense of belonging here."
"..." Yan Yu fell silent for a mont, her expression growing complicated. "I finally understand why you said she would attack us on sight." "Those bloody words are truly ruthless. If we followed their instructions, not only would we have handed over the teddy bear she painstakingly sewed to the chef to have its arms chopped off, but we would have also personally murdered her zombie friends one by one..."
"How is this a hint to clear the stage? It's just deliberately sowing discord. She must absolutely despise us by now..."
"That is exactly what the bloody text wants," Bai Mu stated. "To create an irreconcilable conflict between us and her. That is why, when we didn't attack the zombies, they were manipulated by another force, compelling them to fight us."
"The armor at the very beginning was just bait. When the armor kills one or two people, the survivors follow the hint to make it stop, inevitably building trust in the bloody text."
"When facing the chef in the second stage, it's easy to think of the teddy bear. Even if they didn't, once soone's arm was chopped off, there would likely be a second bloody text hint."
"Upon reaching the third stage, any normal person facing those non-aggressive zombies would unhesitatingly hack or burn them to death one by one." "In the end, perhaps one or two terrified villagers would remain. When they open the final door and see a crippled husk attacking them without reason, they would simply lose their minds and frantically attack it."
"Every single step was ticulously designed. It seed as though the villagers were thinking for themselves, forging their own path forward."
"In reality, everything was orchestrated by the bloody text. She couldn't kill the current master with her own hands, so she had to find replacents." "And we are the murderous puppets she brought here."
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