Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

She jumped a few times and landed on the roof of an empty high-rise building. After confirming that those regretful memories were no longer chasing her, Feng Lan sat down to rest, breathing softly.

"Hu-hu-"

"This body is still too weak." Feng Lan rolled up her hair helplessly. The chase of just a few minutes had almost exhausted all the strength of her body. If she turned the space a few more times, this body would probably not be able to survive. She took out a spirit stone and slowly recovered her energy. Bi Ke squatted on Feng Lan's forehead, with flowery vines growing all around, guarding Feng Lan who was meditating to recover.

Feng Lan, who was half recovered, felt her throat was itchy. She coughed twice, but hummed a few words unconsciously.

[(A) Singing: As a thrush, you love to sing. Every day, you sing a song loudly.]

【00:01:34】

The time is coming.

Feng Lan had no choice but to put away the spirit stone and whispered to Hua Hua Bi Ke, "Just wait, I'll be out in a while."

[A flyer poster (C): From the Turtle Soup [Funeral] theme, want to try the Turtle Soup (crossed out) script-killing game? Give them this poster and they'll instantly start a script-killing challenge!!! You can't get out until you complete the deduction~]

She took out the promotional poster and activated it. The next second, Feng Lan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a poster with her image printed on it. On the poster was the latest Turtle Soup game.

……

"Generally speaking, copies are mutually exclusive," Lin Shenqu pushed up his nonexistent glasses and looked over there thoughtfully. "After all, how can one world appear within another? Unless the energy levels of the two worlds are similar, the weaker world will be swallowed up."

The orange-purple sunlight fell on his frosty silver-white short hair. His smiling golden eyes looked at the wind and rain opposite him with a stronger assimilation aura, with a bit of genuine regret.

"The world is like this. As a fragment of the soul, if you stay here, even if He doesn't wake up, you will be devoured."

Of course, this will be a very long process, perhaps hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer.

Feng Cuiyu did not answer Lin Shenqu. He was not familiar with this person.

Even if we know each other, it is only because we have lived for so long that it is inevitable that we will meet a few times.

"If you can't bring yourself to do it, I can help you—"

"No need." Feng Cuiyu interrupted Lin Shenqu's proposal. Lin Shenqu curled her lips and glared at him angrily, "I'm doing this for your own good. Seriously, this kind of self-destructive behavior has been repeated over and over again in history. I really don't understand it."

"You will understand when the day you have a companion." Feng Cuiyu said lightly. He needed Lin Shenqu to help him do something after he got out, otherwise, he didn't want to bother with this madman.

Lin Shenqu stared at Feng Cuiyu for a while, then gave a strange laugh, revealing a pair of sharp teeth. "How can someone like you be kind?"

……

The first thing Feng Lan did when she entered the dungeon was to sing a song loudly. After a few minutes, when the negative effects were refreshed, she sang again. She didn't need to come in the next day.

She looked around. This was a new story, different from the funeral she had just entered.

After singing a song, the countdown for the negative effect did not stop, but Feng Lan's throat was no longer itchy.

She was in a cave, her body weak, or rather, it was difficult for her to move. There was a fire not far away, and there was an unpleasant and nauseating odor in the air. Most people didn't understand, but Feng Lan immediately realized that it was the stench of a corpse. She tried to raise her hand and could barely move, but she wanted to walk out of the cave, which would probably consume the limited strength of her weak body.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint sound of waves in the distance outside, and smell a very faint fishy smell at the tip of your nose. Looking at the plants near the entrance of the cave, it should be a tropical desert island background.

After singing the song, Feng Lan's weak body became even weaker. She felt that she was hungry. Before Feng Lan could get something from the space to eat, she heard footsteps coming from outside the cave.

"Yuanyuan, I'm back..." Looking up, Feng Lan saw the familiar old actor. He was the pretty boy who the two sisters competed for in the "Funeral".

Compared to Feng Lan, who was extremely weak and also stranded on a deserted island, the man was in much better condition. Although his face was also yellow, he could still walk a lot and his steps were steady. His pair of round black eyes were slightly yellow in the firelight.

(A simple insertion of Turtle Soup, a classic one, should be easy to guess, plus it’s only a C-level book, and it will end in the next chapter, so the point is not this)