Wen Xishu’s performance was completely unlike someone entering the Slaughter Tower for the first time. So far, they had killed a rare breed, an elite species, and a leader-level creature.
Wen Xishu had contributed to both the rare breed and the leader-level kills.
Xun Hui said:
"I need to sleep here for a while. You guys, don’t go out, wake me if there’s anything. Also, discuss everything with Wenxun."
The last sentence was clearly an acknowledgment of Wen Xishu’s abilities.
After saying this, Xun Hui closed his eyes directly, leaning against the shelf to rest, and no one knew if he fell asleep right away.
Nissen patted Wen Xishu on the shoulder:
"Bro, you’re amazing! Right now we have nothing to do, tell me about your experience in the Deceit Tower? Which floor are you on now?"
Wen Xishu smiled:
"Sorry, I need to rest right now too. I’ll tell you all when we get back to the dormitory."
Wen Xishu imitated the others, leaning against the shelf to rest with his eyes closed. He looked genuinely tired, at least to others who couldn’t tell if he was faking it.
In fact, Wen Xishu didn’t sleep. He just activated "Friend Chat."
With the bonfire rising, the first thing Wen Xishu wanted to do was naturally send a message.
This time, Wen Xishu’s message "Are you here? Does anyone still remember me?" finally wasn’t a failed send but was successfully sent out.
Soon, an avatar appeared below the message. It was an avatar engraved with the character Tang, showing as "Tang has read."
Wen Xishu became interested immediately:
"Tang Rui?"
Tang has read.
"Why are you not talking?"
Tang has read.
"Hey, why are you the only one who has read this?"
Tang has read.
What’s the deal with being read and not replied to? Wen Xishu was puzzled and continued sending more messages:
"Say something, it’s me, Wen Xishu."
Tang has read.
"The Butcher of the Rainy Night! We killed people together on that stormy night!"
Tang has read.
"Wait a minute, you haven’t forgotten, have you? Has it been that long? What year have I been sent to?"
At this moment, Wen Xishu was somewhat like a social outlaw, completely ignoring one thing.
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The rain poured down in torrents, with thunder and lightning.
The city started to rain again. Since the apocalypse, the rain in Jiangcheng had become somewhat excessive.
Fortunately, the city’s drainage system was strong enough, otherwise, such rainfall would have submerged some places long ago.
In various areas of Jiangcheng, there was a pure black birdcage-like area. People who got close to this area would be transported to a vast space to search for cursed objects.
Wanderers rarely chose this area because the black miasma outside the birdcage looked much heavier than other regions.
They preferred places like supermarkets, hospitals, schools, residential buildings, or warehouses.
The birdcage hovering in mid-air, like a bright-patterned mushroom in nature, deterred people from approaching.
The birdcage’s owner occasionally left the birdcage to eat solitary wanderers for self-evolution.
She had a beautiful face and feathers, but due to no longer having a human silhouette, she always thought of herself as ugly.
For that anticipated reunion, she always harbored fear.
At this exact moment, the birdcage’s owner was plunged into greater fear because something incomprehensible had appeared.
"Are you here? Does anyone still remember me?"
This message actually appeared directly in her sight.
She was utterly shocked, thinking she had been spiritually invaded.
But then, she suddenly froze.
"Tang Rui?"
This was truly a name from the distant past. The last time she heard this name seemed forever ago, one year? Two years? Or three years?
Every day of the apocalypse was unbearably long. She felt that remembering time was a luxury.
"Tang Rui, my name is Tang Rui. How could anyone still remember I am Tang Rui?"
Tang Rui had already let down her guard, reminiscing about the past evoked by this name. She began to grow curious about this person’s identity.
"Why are you not talking?"
So, I can talk to him through this?
Tang Rui was a bit surprised, had she really been spiritually invaded? In this city, few could do such a thing, wasn’t everyone minding their own business?
Tang Rui remained cautious yet also pondered how and from where she should reply.
Then, the next message from the other party suddenly came.
"Hey, why are you the only one who has read this? Say something, it’s me, Wen Xishu."
Instantly, Tang Rui’s pupils narrowed and then expanded. She tilted her head lightly as if a carrion vulture scrutinizing prey, much like she did whenever she ate wanderers.
But this time, she tilted her head genuinely because of astonishment and consideration.
Wen Xishu? He is Wen Xishu?
"The Butcher of the Rainy Night! We killed people together on that stormy night!"
A new chat message appeared, almost confirming that the person sending the message was Wen Xishu.
The confusion in her eyes gradually turned into excitement, and a spark lit up in Tang Rui’s eyes. Those memories buried deep within her heart, were gems she often used to anchor her humanity, the kindness treasured deep within her soul.
"Goodbye, the sentinel of the Butcher of the Rainy Night."
"Goodbye, the Butcher of the Rainy Night."
The farewell words lingered clearly in her mind, and a smile appeared on Tang Rui’s face as she fully remembered. But at that moment, she suddenly felt scared.
Wen Xishu, you really came to find me.
Tang Rui’s hand trembled slightly, the hand that had turned into an eagle’s claw. She looked like a harpy.
"Wait a minute, you haven’t forgotten, have you? Has it been that long? What year have I been sent to?"