Chapter 264

"You, you're awake?"

Xia Yubing climbed down from Ning Zhe with a flickering gaze, feeling a bit guilty and also a bit surprised. Was the effect of that bottle of sleeping pills so poor? Why did he wake up not long after falling asleep?

Clearly, she could sleep until dawn every time she took it...

"How long did I sleep?" Ning Zhe asked.

"Not, not long." Xia Yubing hurriedly answered, "From the time you were completely asleep until you just woke up, the whole process was less than 3 minutes."

Ning Zhe frowned, his expression strange. "So you mean less than 3 minutes after I fell asleep, you couldn't help but ride on my neck?"

Xia Yubing's gaze dodged, not daring to answer, the shy red color blushing from her cheeks to her ear roots.

"Forget it..." Ning Zhe didn't care about these trivial details; he now had more urgent things to think about.

This time his luck was not very good; he died not long after entering the castle, belonging to 'landing and boxing'.

From the time Ning Zhe opened his eyes in the library, drew the map, and scouted the environment, to the two ghosts opening the door and entering the library one after another, and then to his death, Ning Zhe felt that at least 20 minutes to half an hour had passed, but Xia Yubing said he had just fallen asleep for less than 3 minutes.

"This is not right..." Ning Zhe leaned on the pillow, his expression becoming serious.

Last time when entering the castle in the identity of Cynthia, Ning Zhe first climbed the tower to observe the environment, arrived at the execution ground, and then returned to the tower to take the flint to light the corpse-oil lamp, and then carefully explored the lecture room, walked through the garden path and entered the purification hall, had a narrow escape beside the bath pool and met Bai Zhi... finally died in the first-floor hall of the clock tower.

Ning Zhe survived in the castle in the identity of Cynthia for a long time. Judging by his own physical sensation, it was about 3 hours. After waking up last time, Ning Zhe also asked Xia Yubing how long he had slept. The answer he got at that time was—about 4 hours.

"The time survived in the castle in the identity of Cynthia is roughly the same as the time I slept in reality."

"But this time, spending more than 20 minutes and nearly half an hour in the library in the identity of Geza, I had only fallen asleep for less than 3 minutes in reality."

Was the difference between the two dream entries so huge because the time flow rate in the library was different from other parts of the castle?

Or was it the difference caused by the different identities of entering the dream?

Or, were there other reasons?

There were too many variables, difficult to organize. Ning Zhe had doubts in his heart, but for a while, he couldn't find a definite answer.

Time confusion is not a rare phenomenon in bizarre events. For example, He Family Village, Sheep Prison Village, Zanjü Town... many bizarre places Ning Zhe had been to had experienced the phenomenon of the timeline being disconnected from reality, but this time it was different.

Previous experiences were all about the bizarre place being disconnected from the time of the real world, but this time, it was the change in the time flow rate that appeared in different parts of the same area. This was something Ning Zhe had never encountered before.

Ning Zhe glanced at Xia Yubing, who was sneaking on her pants beside him, and said, "Help me get the tablet over here."

"Okay, okay..." Xia Yubing blushed and helped him get the tablet from the bedside table. Ning Zhe woke up the screen, clicked on the structural diagram of Vanessa Castle again, and began to focus on remembering the spatial structure around the library.

The effect of the sleeping pills he took earlier was still there. Ning Zhe didn't look for long before handing the tablet to Xia Yubing again, falling into a dream in a daze, his mood also a bit heavy.

He had already died in that castle 3 times. It is known that the process and principle of Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' dragging people from sleep into bizarre events are similar to strange things like 'god descent' or 'ghost possession'. Ning Zhe cannot enter the dreamland in his own identity, but will randomly replace a witness of the bizarre event and then be dragged into it.

And the witnesses of a bizarre event are limited.

Or to put it another way, the player quota for each bizarre game is limited.

Ning Zhe now doesn't know if there are any living people in Vanessa for him to 'descend'. If all the 'players' are dead, what will happen if he falls asleep now?

Will he sleep normally? Or be dragged into another bizarre event by Bai Zhi's inspiration?

With such doubts, Ning Zhe's consciousness fell into deep sleep in the dazed and flickering state.

In the pitch-black darkness, what woke up earlier than vision was the sense of smell. The smell of rotten wood drifted into his nasal cavity, waking up his tired brain.

Opening his eyes, it was pitch black all around. Ning Zhe subconsciously wanted to stretch his limbs to grope for the situation around him, but before his hand could reach out, it was blocked. The movement of his shoulders was restricted by the narrow space. He lifted his legs and kicked the wooden lid covering his body, seemingly a coffin lid.

"Is the spawn point this time in a coffin?" Ning Zhe felt the soreness and weakness of this body, reached out to grope his lower body, but touched nothing.

Broken, it's a woman again.

Except for extreme cases like Xia Yubing, the physical strength of the vast majority of women is not as good as that of men at the same level. This is an innate disadvantage. Next, if he encounters things like needing strenuous exercise or carrying heavy objects, the woman's body will be at a disadvantage.

But since he's here, what else can he change? Ning Zhe stretched his hands up to push the coffin lid above his head, but the lid didn't move at all, sealed very tightly.

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After thinking about it, Ning Zhe knocked hard on the lid above his head with his knuckles, and the wooden board made a crisp 'dong dong dong' sound.

"Fortunately... not buried yet." Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to 'land and box' again.

If the coffin had already been buried in the ground, then the only sound he could get from knocking on the coffin lid would be a dull 'peng peng' sound. Now that the sound was crisp, it meant that the coffin he was lying in hadn't been buried in the soil, but the coffin lid had just been nailed shut. So there was still room for operation.

Hugging his head with both hands to protect his head, then twisting his body, relying on the inertia of swinging to shake the coffin, with a 'kuang dang' sound, the coffin tilted to the ground, and Ning Zhe's posture changed from lying flat to lying on his side.

Ning Zhe slowly turned his body in the narrow space, curled his flat legs bit by bit, back against the coffin bottom, feet on the coffin lid, exerted force with his whole body and kicked hard, forcibly kicking open the coffin lid that had been nailed to the coffin. Iron nails were pulled out of the wood, making a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.

Kuang—another kick, the coffin lid fell to the ground, and a woman in red climbed out of the tilted coffin, the skin on her face as white as paper.

People who have stayed in a dark environment for a long time and suddenly see a light source will be unable to open their eyes because they cannot adapt to the bright light. Ning Zhe pulled the coffin with both hands and barely sat up, adapted for about 1 minute before slowly opening his eyes, seeing the wall full of emerald green Boston ivy.

And a spear pointing at his heart.

"Au, Aurora?" The man holding the spear looked at Ning Zhe sitting on the ground with a vigilant gaze, his voice trembling: "Is it you? Aurora?"

(End of chapter)