Chapter 2: Forced On The Road Already?
Lin Yan forced a strained smile. He held his head tightly, looking dazed and uncomfortable, but inwardly he was swearing a storm.
What the hell! Isn’t this just some notebook? Isn’t this middle-aged man the quest giver for the instance, the NPC who runs through the entire notebook, Wu Xie’s Little Innocent’s Third Uncle who he searched for half his life! All he wanted to do right now was rush over and tie Wu Sansheng to Wu Xie’s waist next door, and maybe the whole story would end right there! Nothing would have happened! Hooray!
How! Is! This! Possible!
The thought of those massive family forces from the original novel gave him a headache. He hadn’t really read the novels back then, nor had he watched the new TV series much. He only remembered there was an Iron Triangle, and within the Iron Triangle, there was the Mute Bottle with Kirin Blood. He used to be so envious of him having the Kirin Tattoo, the bloodline power, and the Black Gold Ancient Saber that could cut through anything. As for the rest of the plot… pfft, if he remembered more, would he be this troubled! He only remembered it was either about human experiments or methods for longevity, with a hint of mysticism woven into the historical context. Now that he’s transmigrated here, isn’t it true that anyone could just bash their own skull in?
Not to mention he had smashed the protagonist right at the start, and the guy was still dazed next door! Judging by this situation, it seemed he couldn’t leave without leaving something behind. He hadn’t brought anything with him when he transmigrated, not even a mobile phone! The most valuable thing he had was himself.
He looked up at Wu Sansheng, whose smile was still strangely peculiar.
Perhaps, sell himself?
No, no, absolutely not! He was just a standard ordinary person! Given that he’d been here for so long without any system prompt or voice, based on his years of reading novels, this was clearly the protagonist type of the “ordinary person stream”! The kind who uses his pre-transmigration social experience and memories to build a business from scratch, become a chairman, win a rich and beautiful wife, and reach the peak of life. Right?
The prerequisite would be to avoid getting too involved with the protagonists here, especially this cunning Wu Family Third Uncle, or rather, Xie Lianhuan! What a schemer, always tricking his nephews and subordinates. In the end, apart from the Iron Triangle who had plot armor and survived, everyone else either died or became disabled. Except for Wu Xie’s parents who retired from the scene, there weren’t many who ended up well.
If nothing else, wasn’t Wu Xie, the nephew, tricked by him enough? Although it was the schemes of the Old Nine Gates elders, wasn’t it still too tragic! If it weren’t for Xiaoge and Fatty, his ashes would have been scattered countless times. No, to be precise, apart from him, everyone else’s ashes were scattered!
Therefore…
If you have the conditions, flee. If you don’t have the conditions, create them and flee!
As an ordinary person who might be even more useless than Wu Xie, the predictable outcome of him tagging along was absolutely only one: death! The only difference would be whether he died sooner or later. Or rather, he’d be tricked to death by these people sooner or later! If the plot remained unchanged with his arrival, he might have a one-in-ten chance of surviving until the end of the first tomb instance, and then find an opportunity to slip away! But if there was a butterfly effect… pfft, a white cloth draped, a suona played, the villagers waiting for the feast!
Thinking of this, he let out a bitter smile. Looking at Wu Sansheng, who was displaying an old fox’s smile, he put on the most sincere expression he could muster: “Um, Third Master, I’ll just follow their lead and call you Third Master. My name is Lin Yan, I’m an employee at an advertising company. As for how I fell, I don’t know. I was working overtime, my head spun, and when I opened my eyes, I had fallen.”
Wu Sansheng just watched him, with an expression that clearly conveyed “Do you think I believe that?”, remaining silent.
And since he didn’t speak, the others certainly wouldn’t.
Silence, silence is the Kangqiao of this night.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yan felt his face was about to freeze from smiling. Wu Sansheng finally rose slowly, leaned over, and patted his shoulder: “Little Lin, look, I need to do some things right now, and I happen to be short of a person. If you’re willing, accompany me tomorrow. This way, your incident of smashing my nephew will be considered null and void. What do you say?”
Lin Yan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Was it even possible to refuse? If he went out to find a job, he might be able to cover medical expenses in a few months, right?
“Then if I don’t agree, will I just wait until you guys come back—”
“Then it’s settled.”
Wu Sansheng walked out of the room without looking back. Panzi followed him out with a blank expression. Da Kui, standing beside him, smiled at him before following. Lin Yan was left alone in the room, his expression bizarrely frozen.
So, the meaning of Da Kui’s smile, translated, was “Dare to run tonight and see what happens?” right?
Try and you die?
Heh heh.
Lin Yan gave a tragic smile and flopped onto the bed.
He never imagined he would end up in such a predicament. He even wished that when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would be lying in a hospital bed with a WeChat message from his manager urging him to go to work.
But he knew that was no longer possible.
At this moment, he deeply realized that this was a real world, and everyone was flesh and blood with emotions, not just NPCs issuing quests. If that was the case, then even knowing the entire plot might be useless. The future was not set in stone, let alone with him, a little butterfly, thrown into the middle of it…
But what could he do? Not to mention being completely helpless, he was also a homebody lacking exercise. Up against this group of protagonists, who couldn’t be considered ordinary in any sense, what could he do? The thought made him want to curse madly. This hellish start, who could be more unlucky than him? Who knew why that old fox insisted on him going down into the tomb with him? Was the excuse of lacking manpower trying to fool whom?
Hiss. Wouldn’t that old fox think he was one of “its” people? That’s why it wanted to bring him along? Was it to monitor him or scheming something? Damn it! What the hell is “it” anyway? If only he had paid more attention when reading the book and memorized it, he wouldn’t be confused and tricked into running around now!
Lin Yan’s hopeful gaze turned to the neighbor, who was now his only way out! If he could build a good relationship with the protagonist and have them not pursue the matter, would the old fox let him go? No, no, no, that’s not right, the problem isn’t that simple anymore! The old fox considered him “its” person, so what about “it”? Would “it” consider him the old fox’s person, or a third-party force? If he were lucky enough to survive and successfully leave the protagonist’s side, wouldn’t his fate be even more tragic than it is now?
So, his only hope of survival was to stay by the protagonist’s side until all the plot points were completed?
Thinking about it made him feel even more despair!
Lin Yan lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over his head, trying to escape reality. Less than five seconds later, he couldn’t resist sleep any longer and drifted into dreamland.
He slept very soundly, but when he woke up, something felt a little off.
