"How, how is it?" Although she felt sowhat embarrassed, Chen Xiyao still couldn’t resist the temptation of getting a storage tool and imdiately changed into the new skirt.
She had to admit, this skirt lived up to its na of being all-match; even though Chen Xiyao was wearing a very plain kind of sportswear on her upper body, pairing it with the skirt on the lower half created a lively and radiant feeling.
"It’s just a bit awkward to take items out." Chen Xiyao tried reaching into the unknown dinsion. Although this storage tool had the ability to automatically deliver the item she wanted, just like Feng Xue’s storage bag could, the action of reaching downwards still made Chen Xiyao feel indescribably awkward.
On one hand, the posture really was unfamiliar, and on the other hand, there was also so psychological resistance.
"Maybe this equipnt should be paired with a pair of safety shorts..." After experinting a couple of tis, Chen Xiyao found herself caught between wanting to play with the storage tool and worrying about exposure, and she couldn’t help but make a heartfelt remark. Feng Xue, who was beside her organizing the piles of labels from the failed refinents, said indifferently:
"You can try that when you get back, but I think you shouldn’t get your hopes up too much. After all, the essence of this phantom item is to blur the concept of ’unknown dinsion’. If you wore safety shorts, then there would be no exposure, creating a state of ’it wouldn’t matter even if you saw’, and it wouldn’t be an unknown dinsion anymore. Likewise, improper wearing, such as treating it as a battle skirt, waist guard, or scarf or sothing, would definitely not work."
"Is that so?" Chen Xiyao sighed helplessly, stuffing the trousers she had taken off along with the pistol given by Feng Xue into the unknown dinsion. But then, as her hand reached for the pink remote control toy, she froze. Should she store it, or not?
Seeing Chen Xiyao in this dilemma, Feng Xue decided not to suggest storing excrent in the dinsional space anymore and simply kept the words in her mouth. It wasn’t just this girl; she figured she wouldn’t agree either.
"Forget it, as long as it can be taken out whenever it’s needed."
...
Another morning arrived, and Chen Xiyao awoke from her dreams. Among the broken ceiling and patchy walls, she accurately found Feng Xue, still in her usual white robe. The food was still so roasted at. Although having at every day could get monotonous, since she discovered Feng Xue’s scent of blood grew stronger daily, Chen Xiyao seldom made requests. Instead, she even occasionally nibbled on bran porridge she hadn’t been keen on before, to supplent her fiber intake. As for vitamins, the rare-cooked at had them.
After dealing with her physiological needs as usual, Chen Xiyao guessed that they might have to move again today. However, Feng Xue took her back to their previous dwelling. Without waiting for Chen Xiyao to speak, she solemnly said:
"In a while, I have to go out and probably won’t return until evening. During this ti, the Cross Sword Union might send people to search the entire city. After I leave, hide in a cardboard box. The space should be enough for you to maintain a hugging-knees sitting position. You should be able to hold out until I return."
"Where, where are you going?" Chen Xiyao’s usually calm face suddenly showed a panic expression. In this foreign and nonsensical world, she had developed the impression that as long as she stayed with Feng Xue, she would be safe. Conversely, as soon as Feng Xue left, she couldn’t help but panic.
This wasn’t Feng Xue’s intention to manipulate or teach; it was the inherent human tendency to seek companionship. Just as the most significant struggle in wilderness survival is overcoming loneliness, in a strange world, the importance of having a reliable companion was undeniable.
Feng Xue felt sowhat helpless about this. After all, today was garbage day. As it was a city-wide mandatory workday for the waste landfill area, Feng Xue was certain that the Cross Sword Union would undoubtedly send soone to search. If she obediently went to the garbage field, even if Chen Xiyao was captured, it would be difficult to suspect her because her registered na was "Assassin," not "Feng Xue." But if she didn’t go, even without discovering Chen Xiyao, she would be branded with the label of being a pri suspect.
On the other hand, Feng Xue now had nearly a thousand pieces of paper that could be transford into illusions in his hand, but his material library was beginning to show signs of depletion. Elents like the various causes of death had been sowhat accumulated through Corpse Collection, yet conventional elents such as [Tool], [Weapon], and [Storage] had all been exhausted.
Even to transform these pages into illusions as quickly as possible, Feng Xue could not afford to miss the benefits of garbage day.
So, he had to go!
After briefly reassuring Chen Xiyao that he would definitely return, he handed over his white robe along with the Storage Bag, Sleeve Sword, and the Thin Mist Field Skill Machine he had previously created to Chen Xiyao, which made her extrely uneasy.
"Are you sure you’re coming back?"
"This is clearly like settling your affairs!"
"Don’t be nervous, it’s not as exaggerated as you think. The place I’m going to next, carrying extraordinary items makes it easy to spot problems," Feng Xue said as he watched the tears well up in the young girl’s eyes, feeling sowhat helpless. Chen Xiyao, on hearing this, was sowhat incredulous:
"Are these items very rare?"
"Hmm, they are very rare." Feng Xue nodded, then pointed to the stack of paper and said, "In Infinite City, knowledge equals information equals power. Here, ordinary people may never see a book in their lifeti, and books from your world are the most top-level Secret Treasures. It’s through these that I’ve been able to produce so much equipnt."
"Is that so? So, those people were after for the books?" Chen Xiyao looked at Feng Xue with a skeptical expression. Feng Xue, however, continued to shake his head:
"Objects that carry knowledge from the outside world are very precious. You, a living person from the outside world, are naturally even more precious. Hmm, do you know the story of rfolk shedding tears that turn into Pearls?"
"Yes, I’ve heard of it." Chen Xiyao nodded. As a high school student, she still rembered the line from the textbook, "Fearing there might be rfolk on the shore, shedding pearls in the moonlight."
"Then what do you think would happen if soone in real life found a rfolk? What would the discoverer do?" Feng Xue’s expression beca sowhat frightening. Chen Xiyao had just begun to fantasize when she suddenly felt a chill enter her heart. She was no longer the little girl who believed in fairy tales, and having beco more aware of human malice, she understood too well that if rfolk were real, they would likely not face peace and friendship but rather captivity and torture, forced to shed tears continuously to produce vast quantities of precious Pearls.
At that mont, she rembered Feng Xue once saying he was like Tang Seng and gained a deeper understanding of her own predicant.
Seeing Chen Xiyao’s expression, Feng Xue gently patted her shoulder:
"All right, you’ve seen the effect of that cardboard box. If you hide inside it, there won’t be any problems. All my worldly possessions are now with you. You must keep them safe for !"
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