While smashing, Zhao Ping'an chanted, "Jade Emperor protect me, Queen Mother of the West protect me, Buddha protect me..."
"???"
"Who is this? He's already using his carrier to smash glass?"
"Is there no justice left?!"
"What good person uses a system's carrier to smash glass!"
Long after, when the System recalled himself today, he would shed two lines of bloody tears and slap himself hard, thinking how young and naive he was back then, completely unaware of the outrageous things Zhao Ping'an, this scoundrel, could do!
The phone screen flickered, finally displaying one sentence: "Are you polite?"
Zhao Ping'an looked innocent: "Polite? I don't have a top hat. I'm not a gentleman, why would I need a top hat?"
After smashing the mirror, Zhao Ping'an collected the mirror fragments and, with a thought, put the bag of stuff into the System Backpack.
It really works! A pile of trash outside directly turned into a pile of trash inside the phone!
"Please do not put strange things in here, thank you."
Perhaps because Zhao Ping'an was not very polite, the System suddenly became very polite.
Zhao Ping'an patted the phone, like brothers, and said,
"How can it be strange stuff? These are all my junk!"
"And what you said is too ambiguous, 'putting in' and all that."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have a little hobby: I like collecting junk. Please bear with me in the future."
"???" The System suddenly felt a bit regretful.
What sin had he committed to encounter such a thing!
Task received, mirror destroyed, junk recycled.
Feeling good!
Zhao Ping'an clapped his hands and began to inspect the bedroom: an iron single bed, a broken desk, a broken wardrobe, a broken stool—all in terrible condition.
This was the kind of dilapidated room that even Old Liu, his neighbor who competed for business, would shake his head at.
The walls were stained with who knows what—red, black, brown.
A flash of inspiration struck Zhao Ping'an, and he said with an exaggerated tone,
"Oh my god! This isn't blood, is it?"
"Congratulations, you got it right~ Zhao Ping'an, please face the Zhong Gui Game directly."
"This is not a joke, this is not a joke, no one is joking with you......"
Broken text, twisted blood, the sense of horror was maximized.
Zhao Ping'an, however, said, "Then is the ghoul joking with me?"
Not letting a word drop to the ground is his bottom line!
System: "......"
The System fell silent; he felt that Zhao Ping'an, this scoundrel, was beyond his control.
This kid truly wasn't scared!
And not only was he not scared, but in fact, this kid hadn't panicked from beginning to end. His psychological fortitude was simply not comparable to that of an ordinary person.
If Zhao Ping'an knew what the System was thinking, he would just chuckle.
Joking, little System, this is underestimating the children of the great land of China.
He was someone who could calmly say he had turned in his homework, when in reality he hadn't written a single word, and face a teacher's "torture" by insisting he absolutely had done it!
He could even dip a mop in feces, fight ten people alone, and then, when questioned by the teacher, logically shift all the blame onto the other party.
He was also someone who could face his mother's questioning and lie without a trace of panic!
If his psychological fortitude wasn't strong, would he dare to do such things?
Those with poor psychological fortitude easily give themselves away when lying!
Although he was indeed a little panicked at first, once he figured out the situation and grasped the rhythm, what was there to panic about?
This wasn't the college entrance exam!
Wearing the Mind-Reading Glasses, Zhao Ping'an asked again, "Tong Zi Ge, does our phone have any other functions?"
"There are indeed some others."
The dialogue box disappeared, and a game-like page appeared.
"Personal Information."
"Final Ghoul Game Forum."
"Triggered Tasks."
"Triggered Commissions."
"System Backpack."
Zhao Ping'an first clicked on "Personal Information."
"Name: Zhao Ping'an"
"Age: 18"
"Title: None."
"Affiliation: None."
"Why isn't there anything about strength?" Zhao Ping'an raised an eyebrow.
"These data do not have a unit of measurement, so the Zhong Gui Game does not provide relevant attribute judgments."
Zhao Ping'an: "Oh, I see. It's still a bit different from novels."
Zhao Ping'an then opened the "Final Ghoul Game Forum," which mostly contained posts from new players asking for help, or guides that required payment to view.
All guides cost money!
Even one gui bi (ghost coins) is money!
"Newbie Must-Read Entry Guide"
"Price: 1 gui bi (ghost coins)"
"Buy it, no loss, no scam."
"Sold: 54239 copies."
Zhao Ping'an: "......System, do you have money?"
The System didn't make a sound.
No need to say more, those who understand, understand!
If you understand, applaud!
For Zhao Ping'an, who had no money, the "Final Ghoul Game Forum" was useless.
There was nothing else worth paying attention to.
Zhao Ping'an put away his phone, took a deep breath, and prepared to open the door.
The next second, without any hesitation, he pushed open the door.
"Congratulations, Zhao Ping'an, you are about to take the first step on your journey."
"Welcome death, darkness, and despair."
The phone screen flickered, and black and red text fell and shattered.
Zhao Ping'an didn't see the information box on the phone, otherwise, he would have argued with the System about why it had to be death, darkness, and despair.
Why couldn't it be survival, light, and hope?
Ah, the main point is to refute!
The door opened, and warm yellow light streamed in, illuminating Zhao Ping'an's gloomy room.
What came into view was a very large living room, estimated to be over thirty square meters.
Beyond the living room was the dining room.
A red-wood dining table with six chairs was placed in the spacious area.
All the decorations in this room were very cozy: brick-red wallpaper covered the space, dark brown leather sofas, an expensive-looking LCD TV, and a marble coffee table.
And everywhere, strange dolls and cleverly placed ornaments.
On the living room sofa sat a man, his legs spread open, arms resting on his thighs, body leaning forward; in this posture, he stared at the turned-off television.
His hair was somewhat long, with a strange oily sheen; he had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a hooked nose, making him quite handsome.
However, his eyes were bruised and purple, his face carried a heavy sense of malice, and his figure was tall and well-built, wearing a dark blue shirt and black trousers, the thin clothing outlining clear muscle lines, which seemed very incongruous.
It was like he was trying to feign refinement but couldn't hide the viciousness of a butcher.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Why hasn't the new piglet come out yet?"
Zhao Ping'an narrowed his eyes. Piglet?
Him? He's a piglet?
Good heavens!
There was also a small information box beside the man.
"So bored, so bored, so bored......"
Sitting by the dining table was a beautiful woman wearing a pink puffy-sleeved gauze top and a dark red hip-hugging skirt.
She was playing with a pair of iron chopsticks, admiring her bright red nails as she did so.
She was a very beautiful woman, extremely beautiful.
She had willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a graceful nose, and cherry lips; her skin was like snow, and she wore vibrant makeup, with red lips and white teeth, and a captivating charm in her eyes. Even in the entertainment industry, she would be on the level of a celebrity like Fan Bingbing.
"Why wait for such trash? So bored, I want to go put on makeup."
The half-open frosted glass door of the kitchen emitted a faint mist and a scent of meat.
Through the frosted glass door, a figure could be seen busy in the kitchen.
Zhao Ping'an couldn't see the person's thoughts inside.
It seemed the Mind-Reading Glasses required him to actually see the person with his eyes to read their mind.
