Chapter 305: Wu Yue Has a Double Identity

Chapter 305: Wu Yue’s Dual Identities

Since the Jiang family didn’t fully understand the dungeon mechanics and wanted to bring more heavy firepower, Jiang Yuhua gave up entering the dungeon.

Now,

Both Chi Yan (Blaze) and the two Jiangs had already obtained their identities and quickly went to support Wu Yue. Only the two of them hadn’t finalized their roles yet.

In any case, attack first, ask questions later.

Blades flashed, and Fu Yanqi and Shen Que exchanged glances.

Shen Que handed the previous female player’s identity to Fu Yanqi, “You take the female role.”

Fu Yanqi raised an eyebrow, “You sure?”

Shen Que nodded, “Of course.”

He wasn’t about to play a woman—he’d rather pair up with Wu Yue as a couple, sweet deal.

Wait—they *were* a couple! No acting required!

Fu Yanqi opened the ID information and grinned at Shen Que, “These two aren’t a couple, they’re brother and sister.

You really want me to play the woman? Then there’s a good chance Wu Yue and I will be paired up in the same room.”

Seeing Shen Que’s face darken instantly, Fu Yanqi gleefully pushed his buttons,

“If you’re fine with it, so am I. Before we left, Master Shishu (Martial Uncle) told me to take good care of Wu Yue. I won’t fail his trust.”

Shen Que gritted his teeth, “Hand it over.”

Fu Yanqi deliberately handed him the male NPC’s identity, only for Shen Que to snatch both female player IDs instead.

Watching the stream, Jiang Yuhua was already livid,

“Give the female player ID to Jiang Huaizhi!!! Do you hear me?!

From now on, Jiang Huaizhi is a woman!”

Jian Suiyu sighed, “Vice-Captain Jiang, yelling won’t do any good. They can’t hear you.”

*Stop yelling, sis—my ears are ringing.*

Jiang Yuhua glared at Jian Suiyu, “That scheming Shen Que is clearly up to no good!”

Jian Suiyu, “...” If Jiang Yuhua found out Wu Yue and Shen Que came out of the same room this morning, she might just blow a gasket.

Faced with Jian Suiyu’s silence, Jiang Yuhua’s gaze grew even more dangerous,

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you know something?”

Jian Suiyu smiled, “Miss Jiang, are you taking your anger out on an innocent bystander like me?”

Jiang Yuhua suddenly faltered, her face flushing as she looked away, embarrassed. After a long pause, she muttered,

“Sorry, I got too worked up.”

....

While waiting for the others to return with their identities, Wu Yue whipped out a handful of sunflower seeds and gossiped eagerly with the two NPCs.

Wu Yue, "Uncle, how's the village been lately?"

The farmer sighed, "Eh, same old village. You know how it is—these rocky hills won’t grow a damn thing.

The older folks have all gone out to find work. If it wasn’t for little Xiao Ni’s passing, none of you would have come back."

Wu Yue, "Then the children left in the village must be having a hard time?"

The farmer sighed again, "What kids? In this poor place, we’ll be wiped out soon.

There used to be a school here, the one you attended before.

Now, forget teachers—even the school’s been turned into a warehouse. Ain’t nobody stepped foot in there for years."

Wu Yue’s eyes narrowed. If there were no children left in the village, then what about the children she saw in the white mist?

If these NPCs came from the white mist, it meant their existence wasn’t baseless—they weren’t just made up.

Perhaps triggered by certain keywords, the two farmers got to talking.

"Come to think of it, everyone who came for the funeral was from the last class before the village school shut down."

"Yeah, ever since then, our Cliffside Village has been going to shit."

"Ah, Xiao Hua and the others all made it big and left the mountains. Only Xiao Ni never got out, and now she’s gone so young."

"Drop it, it’s too sad to hear."

"Xiao Hua, did you come alone this time? Didn’t plan to hike up the mountain with the others?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Wu Yue saw the Blaze members wrapping up their NPC kills and returning one after another. She turned to the farmers,

"How could that be? Didn’t we just arrive together? Didn’t you two see them?"

The farmers peered down the road and suddenly waved,

"Hu Zi! Gang Zi! Hey! Well I’ll be damned!"

Wu Yue caught the weirdness about their words. She studied the farmers thoughtfully.

Then,

It clicked—

The first thing these two farmers had said when they saw her was: *"You are..."*

Meaning, even though everyone had been standing there with her, because they lacked identity information, they were completely invisible.

Like ghosts not knowing they’re dead—like they weren’t even there.

From the very beginning, there was no way to win this game.

Players thought they were entering the village under the guidance of the farmer, but that was actually triggering a death trap.

It wasn’t that one person died each day—they died the moment they stepped through the stone gate of Cliffside Village. They just didn’t know it yet.

Once a ghost realized it was already dead, the physical body would naturally just off itself. By then, the body might already be taken over by that white mist.

But her? They saw her just fine.

That could only mean one thing—she had already gained an identity on the way through the white mist.

So, could she now understand that she had a dual persona?

Wu Yue was just about to ponder this when she suddenly saw Shen Que approaching from the crowd. She blinked rapidly and glanced at Fu Yanqi beside her.

"What's...?" —What's going on?

Fu Yanqi replied, "My sister and I."

Wu Yue immediately understood—so this scenario had two female roles.

Her gaze slid over to Shen Que. This was already the second time she'd seen him dressed as a woman. The last time, his white dancing-girl outfit had left a deep impression on her.

But since they were in the mountains, where travel was inconvenient, the difference between men's and women's clothing wasn't so different. The only notable change was that his hair was now longer than the previously cropped hair.

Once everyone had gathered, the farmer cheerfully organized things.

"It's been so long since you all returned to the village. The mountain's humid, and where you stayed last time isn't habitable anymore. We've prepared accommodations for you in advance.

"Coincidentally, there are eight of you and four rooms. Little Hua, you'll share a room with Little Feng. You girls haven't seen each other in ages—you'll have plenty to talk about."

After assigning the rooms, the farmer told everyone to turn in early.

"Our burial customs here are really particular.

"You've got a long day ahead tomorrow—you'll see for yourselves then."

With that mysterious remark, the farmer left.

Wu Yue turned to Jiang Huaizhi. "Brother Huaizhi, did you participate in the burial last time?"

Jiang Huaizhi shook his head. "Last time, we didn't do it properly. We never heard these things from the farmer."

Wu Chong cut in, "No matter how many burial customs there are, they’re just various rituals. With Yan Qi and me here, we can definitely—"

Before he could finish, Jie Chen and Richard simultaneously covered his mouth.

"Can you stop tempting fate for once?"

Seeing Wu Yue and the others dive right into the main storyline, Jian Suiyu, Jiang Yuhua, and Jiang Mubai were torn between relief and worry.

Jiang Yuhua nervously kept looking things up. "Because of the apocalypse, many local customs and records have been lost. Linyan Village was already a very remote backwater mountain village. Even the Jiang family can hardly find useful clues now."

Jian Suiyu reassured him, "Don’t worry. Trust them.

"If all else fails, we still have a fallback."

Jiang Yuhua nodded. "Yeah."

As they paired up and entered their rooms, Shen Que shot Wu Yue a tentative glance, blinking.

Wu Yue pointed at his live-streaming camera, and Shen Que immediately slumped.

Wu Yue walked behind him. "Let me put your hair up for you?"

Shen Que obediently sat down, letting her work.

And little did they know—as Wu Yue gently combed through Shen Que’s hair—

Her expression changed.

A bizarre, sinister smile twisted her features, radiating an icy malevolence as she fixed her gaze intently on Shen Que's lustrous silver hair.

In her hand, the wooden comb had transformed into a pair of sharp scissors. The pointed blade was now aimed directly at Shen Que's unprotected neck.

Without hesitation, she slashed down with vicious intent.