It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai was a little stunned, and Lu Qian quickly walked up to him and put a plush cat ear headband on him, with the words "Today is my birthday" written in big letters on it, which instantly made him look a little funny and cute.

Xiao Huai smiled helplessly, and Lu Qian winked at him, "How is it? Isn't it adorable?"

Just then, Jiang Wenmei came over with a cake full of candles.

Jiang Wenmei handed the cake to Xiao Huai with a smile. Chen Chong, who was standing next to her, came over and joked, "We only know it's your birthday today, but we don't know what year you were born, so we just filled it with candles, haha!"

Then, Huang Laoya jumped and handed over a small gift box. Cheng Qi and Nangong An were busy in the skewers area. When they saw Xiao Huai coming, they all put down the food in their hands and walked towards him with a smile.

Xiao Huai looked at everything that everyone had carefully prepared for him, and felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he couldn't help but wonder: "What day is today?"

Xiao Huai would never check the calendar of horror games.

Of course I didn’t know that today was December 24th.

Lu Qian smiled and leaned forward, patting his shoulder. "Today is Christmas Eve, and it's also your birthday! I was so nervous. I saw you playing games all day and night, and I thought you wouldn't come out today. Luckily, you came out three hours before your birthday ended! Hehe."

"Everything in the world has a birthday, and every horror game player will receive special blessings on their birthday. But judging by your appearance, you seem to have simply ignored it. So, this is when we are needed."

Friends like Lu Qian who care about Xiao Huai naturally received the notice in advance.

He said this with some complacency.

"By the way, what year were you born?" Lu Qian asked with a smile, trying to find out something interesting.

Xiao Huai seemed to be recalling, but in the end he just shook his head lightly, "I don't remember."

Seeing this, Lu Qian immediately smiled and changed the subject, "It's okay if you don't remember. You look so young, I'm so envious. Okay, okay, are you hungry? Come and eat together." After saying that, he pulled Xiao Huai towards the long table over there.

The atmosphere of the dinner was relaxed and pleasant, with the aroma of food and laughter everywhere.

However, everyone tacitly avoided mentioning Lu Yuanshi.

In fact, before the dinner, Chen Chong had already told Xiao Huai's fortune. He seemed to have learned something and briefly mentioned it to everyone.

So, they decided not to bring up the matter today and just wanted him to enjoy this rare birthday.

As time passed and glasses clinked, everyone unknowingly drank some wine in the relaxed atmosphere.

Lu Qian asked Xiao Huai with a smile what his next plan was, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

Xiao Huai was silent for a moment, and finally took out a pen from his pocket, which was the one Loki gave him.

It is engraved with the thirteenth special copy - "The Last Supper".

Cheng Qi saw the mark on the pen, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "The Last Supper...this name sounds a bit familiar."

If it was a game, they had indeed never heard of it in the thirteenth copy.

But if it was something real, the name would make them feel familiar.

The old yellow duck quacked and continued, "I know. There's someone quite famous in your human world. We've all heard of him. It's that... Oh, right, Leonardo da Vinci. He painted the mural 'The Last Supper.' The name is quite artistic."

"Yeah." Cheng Qi nodded and continued, "The Last Supper is based on the last supper Jesus had with his twelve disciples in the Bible. On that day, Judas murdered Jesus for money."

Everyone was silent for a while, as if they were thinking about the meaning of this copy, and then they began to discuss what it would be like if a game was really designed based on this event.

Nangong An lowered his eyes and whispered, "Betrayal."

He raised his eyes to look at Xiao Huai, "But isn't that the game of the God of Mischief? It's definitely not simply related to the mural. You have to be careful of everyone."

Any character that appears in the game, whether it is an NPC or someone who looks like a player, may be his enemy.

The Last Supper is more than just a religious term.

The word "last".

It is also crucial.

In reality, "The Last Supper" tells the story of the twelve disciples and Jesus.

So in the horror game, whose story will be "The Last Supper"?

Nangong An suddenly stood up and said, "Since this is the thirteenth copy, I can accompany you."

After clearing the twelfth level dungeon, Nangong An did not go any further.

Perhaps I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and lost interest in the game.

He usually seems to be leisurely and doesn't care about anything, but at this moment, he has lost some of that frivolous air.

His voice was particularly clear in the silent air, and everyone looked at him at the same time.

Everyone grew quiet.

They all understood what Nangong An's decision meant.

The thirteenth copy is not easy to pass, especially the special copy created by the God of Mischief.

Participating means taking on possible dangers and unpredictable outcomes.

"I can go with you too." Lu Qian pondered for a moment and said firmly.

The two of them are the only players present who have reached the upper level of the twelfth-level dungeon. Apart from Xiao Huai, they are also the only ones qualified to enter the thirteenth level.

But Xiao Huai smiled slightly, and shook his head gently with gentle determination.

"Need not."

This is his own challenge.

He didn't want them to fall into unknown danger for his own sake.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Huai. His eyes made people's hearts palpitate. Although it was just two short words of rejection, everyone understood the meaning behind his eyes.

Jiang Wenmei was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her glass and said to Xiao Huai, "Xiao Huai, I've been wanting to say thank you for a long time... all this time."

Thank you.

Give her a chance to live again.

Her voice was sincere and gentle, breaking through the oppressive air in this quiet atmosphere.

Then, Huang Laoya also stood up, jumped in front of Xiao Huai, handed him a gift box with both hands, and said with a smile: "Me too, Xiao Huai! Come on, open it and take a look. This is my gift for you! I bought this with my first month's salary!"

His enthusiasm and exaggerated movements instantly broke the solemn atmosphere, and the room suddenly became lively. Everyone laughed and talked about something.

"Xiao Huai, you have to keep this well. This is Huang Laoya's hard-earned money." Lu Qian joked loudly, causing others to laugh.

"Come on, I want to toast you too."