Chapter 1561: Maybe a Brush-By Item
Looking at the densely packed words on the paper, Xu Huo forcefully rubbed his brow.
Although the entire passage was somewhat thrilling, there were actually only four key points. The first was Jin Zi.
That little girl disguised as a non-player had the same aura as the Painting Woman, and the Painting Woman was a super item. If the "Completion Script" hadn't made a mistake, then it was highly likely that Jin Zi had once come into contact with a super item, or was simply the holder of one.
So many super players and advanced players had racked their brains trying to find a super item, and it might have brushed past him in such a dramatic way. This was something Xu Huo hadn't anticipated, but there was no way to verify it now. Since it couldn't be verified, there was no need to dwell on it.
The second key point was that the shadow personality had done some tampering within Dou Shengnan's spiritual world.
The shadow personality was actually a separate spiritual avatar formed from Xu Huo's childhood experiences, and the only personality that could act against his will. It had appeared on its own several times. Looking at the results, it had always helped, but under uncontrollable circumstances, he didn't want this personality to appear.
Especially since it carried a faint sense of malice and couldn't be fully controlled.
Its interaction with Dou Shengnan's spiritual world demonstrated the shadow personality's strength. Of course, it had always been stronger than Xu Huo himself, but this kind of interaction wasn't necessarily a good thing. Planting landmines for Dou Shengnan might also mean planting them for him.
The memories related to Dr. Zhang had never been recovered. Xu Huo hadn't interfered much with the shadow personality before, but recently it had been appearing more frequently. He didn't know if this was because his memories were gradually being unsealed.
However, since neither Dou Shengnan nor Jin Feixue had left tracking marks on him, this issue could be set aside for now.
The third noteworthy thing was the item suspected to have been left by the experimental personnel. At the time, in the Box Carrier's castle, Xu Huo hadn't looked closely, but there was indeed a cone-shaped object mixed in with a small bag of ore.
To avoid unnecessary complications, he hadn't examined it immediately. After all, it was a space device. If it turned out to be another locator, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Finally, there was the paper slip left by the Paper Servant Master.
He reached behind his back and pulled the piece of paper from the Painting Woman's hand. When he spread it out, the small round paper automatically folded into an even smaller flower. As he put it into his item slot, a new item prompt immediately appeared:
[Sending You a Little Flower: A B-grade item produced by the Paper Servant Master, scarce in number, often given as a symbol of friendship. When the little flower appears in different people's hands, it will refold itself. If the recipient's little flower changes owners, the giver will know immediately, regardless of whether they are in the same wormhole point.]
[Congratulations, player. You have gained a friend who would cross wormhole points to avenge you.]
Whether it was a friend or not was unknown. Xu Huo just didn't want to use this item after his death.
Still, it was equivalent to a tracking item, just with a wider range than the previous paper airplane, and the holder had a certain degree of autonomy.
"What's that noise outside?" The people huddled not far away looked up toward the ceiling.
This was an underground plaza, only five meters high. The metal panels used for support weren't very thick, so sounds could penetrate from the surface. It had been going on for a while, just starting out small and now growing louder.
There were a few players in the plaza, but they had just evolved and their hearing wasn't much better than ordinary people's. However, if ordinary people could hear the sounds from the surface, they could only hear them more clearly. Their faces all changed color at once.
The people staying with them were probably their family members. Seeing this, their emotions couldn't hold, and some burst into tears on the spot.
The crying and the noise from above gradually stirred everyone up, especially those who had been holding back their emotions. Under the strain, some broke down into loud sobs and screams.
In just a few seconds, the sounds from the surface suddenly became intense, as if responding to them. Clear scratching noises could be heard in between.
"It's xenomorphs! It's xenomorphs!" Someone realized what was happening and immediately stood up, shouting, "A xenomorph swarm has entered the city!"
For a moment, the crying grew even louder. The few players mixed in couldn't stop it at all. Some people, their minds clouded, shouted "I don't want to die here" and tried to escape through the small door, but were quickly stopped by those still clear-headed.
"Running out will only get you killed faster!" A muscular man grabbed one of them and punched him several times, silencing him before roaring at the people gathered near the door, "Who the hell wants to die? I'll grant your wish right now!"
Most people still had their wits and knew they absolutely couldn't go out, but they also didn't know what to do. Under the pressure of life and death, sobbing sounds filled the entire plaza.
"Aren't you a player? Can't you take us away?" Someone approached the few E-grade players. But since these people were hiding among ordinary people in the underground plaza, it was obvious they didn't have container items. Under the crowd's tugging, one of them was actually stabbed in the chest!
The man holding the knife screamed hysterically, "How did you become a player? I want to become a player too!"
Zone 017 had not yet publicly released information related to players. Most ordinary people only knew from hearsay and weren't clear on how non-naturally evolved players came to be. But right now, this was the only hope they could grasp.
"I heard a player say that you have to eat people. Only those who eat people can evolve and become players!" Another person shouted.
Except for a few children who couldn't stop crying, most of the crowd suddenly fell silent. They turned to look in the direction the voice had come from.
The injured player's face changed. He immediately kicked the speaker to the ground and shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
The person who had shouted was a bit guilty at first, but now that he was on the ground, he seemed to have become more determined. He said loudly, "What I said is absolutely right. Otherwise, why would he attack me? If ordinary people's flesh and blood are useless, then a player's must be! They've already evolved!"
The words were wrong, but they struck a chord in everyone's heart. Yes, eating ordinary people might not guarantee evolution, but an evolved player was different!
The few players in the plaza didn't have hovering items, but they had strong jumping ability. Realizing that the people around them were becoming dangerous, they leaped up one after another, grabbing the metal framework on the plaza's ceiling to put distance between themselves and the crowd.
But the plaza was underground, not very tall, and the space for movement above was limited. In an instant, someone stacked up and grabbed one of the players' legs, dragging him down.
After seven or eight people pinned him to the ground, someone immediately couldn't wait and bit into the player's arm!
The player, in pain, forcefully broke free and knocked away the people around him. But no sooner had he gotten away than he was overwhelmed by more people surging in—these ordinary people, far weaker than the player, now feared neither death nor injury, scrambling to tear a piece of flesh from the person before them!
(Chapter End)