Chapter 88 The Singer, Oh, Singer 21

Lin Xiangjun had originally intended to create a serious atmosphere, but clearly, Tiger Wang's line, "May I ask for your honorable name?" caused her to break character immediately.

Those with a low threshold for humor are truly ill-suited for posturing.

Those with a low threshold for humor and a vivid imagination are even less suited for posturing.

If you burst out laughing halfway through, you'll realize how foolish you look.

"...Just call me Little Lin."

The Landlady knew Lin Xiangjun's name and liked to call her "Little Lin." This form of address might have already been noticed by Tiger Wang, so there was no use in trying to hide it now.

"Little Lin." Tiger Wang looked at Zhang Minxian, whose head was tilted to one side and who clearly did not belong to the human camp, his eyes filled with curiosity. "And this is...?"

"A prop." Lin Xiangjun did not want to explain the matter of the paper figure in detail. After all, this was something she had burned for herself before the apocalypse; if one were to really dig into it, there would be too much to explain.

Why did you burn paper money for yourself beforehand, exhausting your fortune? Did you know about the apocalypse in advance? How did you know? If you knew, why didn't you warn others? Do you know how many people died because you kept it to yourself? Do you know that you are a sinner to the world?

Even with her eyes closed, Lin Xiangjun knew exactly what those people would say about her.

Therefore, it was better not to say anything at all.

As for the prop, I obtained it from an instance through my own ability and luck. If the prop is powerful, it just means I'm lucky. So what? Is being lucky against the law?

Moreover, players nowadays do not excessively pry into the detailed information of the props others possess, much like how people didn't ask about others' salaries before the apocalypse.

The look in Tiger Wang's eyes as he stared at Zhang Minxian instantly shifted from "vigilant caution" to "Holy crap, what kind of divine weapon are you!"

The American Retro Boy suddenly said, "Sister Lin, your prop must be of a very high level, right?"

He spoke suddenly, and only then did Lin Xiangjun shift her attention to him.

Seeing Lin Xiangjun look at him, the American Retro Boy immediately flashed a bright smile: "Sister Lin, my name is Zhang Zhendong, my nickname is Prophet Duck, and I'm ranked 9999 on the minor leaderboard. Haha, the number is quite auspicious, isn't it?"

Although Lin Xiangjun said he could call her Little Lin, Zhang Zhendong was not an idiot.

When a big shot says that, they are just being polite; but if you truly don't stand on ceremony, then they might not be polite either.

Zhang Zhendong looked at Zhang Minxian with some envy.

"With such a good prop, Sister Lin must have cleared a very difficult instance, right?"

The more difficult the instance, the better the rewards given.

A prop like this, which looks like a human, can act independently, and is even judged by the system as an independent entity, must definitely be of a high level.

They had not opened their umbrellas, so they did not see the figure of Hu Zhengzheng.

However, from a distance, they could see Zhang Minxian appearing to be choked by an invisible person. That invisible person seemed to have great strength; Zhang Minxian was in a pose that defied human anatomy, her neck rigid while her head hung limply backward.

Clearly, she had violated a rule and was being punished.

However, what shocked them the most was that, whatever Lin Xiangjun had done, Zhang Minxian was actually released!

She had actually evaded punishment!

Lin Xiangjun was able to take action accurately and quickly to correct the error, proving that she had not only found the rules but also determined which ones were correct!

—Yes, they already knew that some of the rules were wrong.

Zhang Zhendong's gaze became even more eager.

Someone who could quickly find the rules, possessed powerful props, and preferred to act alone rather than grouping up with others—this was the hallmark of a true master living in seclusion!

Lin Xiangjun didn't know what the American Retro Boy was thinking, but his increasingly bright eyes and increasingly eager gaze made her uncomfortable. She frowned and did not continue discussing the matter of Zhang Minxian.

"The two of you came to find me—did you obtain valuable clues to exchange information with me?"

Only then did Tiger Wang reluctantly withdraw his gaze from Zhang Minxian.

A prop of this level... if only it were his.

He composed his thoughts, and his expression became serious.

"Yes, we obtained two rules, but some rules in this instance might be wrong; the game is misleading us."

As Tiger Wang spoke, he scrutinized Lin Xiangjun's expression.

Lin Xiangjun's expression was calm, as if she had long known about the issue of incorrect rules.

Tiger Wang glanced at Zhang Zhendong.

Zhang Zhendong immediately pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xiangjun.

Lin Xiangjun took the slip of paper. She gently rubbed the paper, confirming that both the texture of the paper and the font size were the same as her own.

Two rules were written on this slip of paper.

【12, You should wear black clothes, black pants, and black shoes, and carry a black umbrella. Do not wear jewelry or dye your hair; only then will you be safe. Please note, when a brightly colored item suddenly appears on you, you must dispose of it while ensuring your attire remains tidy.】

【13, The Songstress dislikes people who wear all black and carry a black umbrella on a rainy night.】

These two rules were somewhat contradictory in themselves.

Rule 12 said one should wear all black, yet Rule 13 said the Songstress dislikes people wearing all black and carrying a black umbrella.

...Wait.

Lin Xiangjun suddenly recalled the flash of disgust in the Songstress's eyes just a moment ago—after she had helped Zhang Minxian tidy up her hair.

The Songstress dislikes people who wear all black and carry a black umbrella? But if she truly felt disgust, why did she deliberately slow down her movements when Zhang Minxian's attire didn't fit the rules, as if giving her a chance to correct the error? And after she corrected the error, why did she let go and spare her life?

To feel disgust for someone yet spare them—this in itself was very strange.

Lin Xiangjun secretly noted this down, her face remaining calm. She took a slip of paper from her notebook and handed both slips back to them.

The slip she provided was one she had found in her own shoe cabinet.

【6, The Songstress does not like black coats and black pants. Do not wear such clothing. If you are wearing them, please change immediately.】

【7, The Songstress likes people who love to play. The daytime is boring, but the city at night is more interesting. Explore the unknown to your heart's content.】

As the paper was handed over, Tiger Wang and Zhang Zhendong both reached out to take it at the same time.

Lin Xiangjun's hand hovered in mid-air; she did not actively hand it to anyone. Zhang Zhendong was faster, snatching the paper before Tiger Wang could.

Tiger Wang lowered his hand in some embarrassment.

Zhang Zhendong seemed to have a moment of triumph, but the instant he saw the content on the paper, his expression shifted from triumph to bewilderment.

"Sister Lin... these two rules seem to be the exact opposite of ours?"

【6, The Songstress does not like black coats and black pants. Do not wear such clothing. If you are wearing them, please change immediately.】

【12, You should wear black clothes, black pants, and black shoes, and carry a black umbrella. Do not wear jewelry or dye your hair; only then will you be safe.】