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Chapter 214 "Secret Realm Name": Blood Night Cannibal Village.

His role in this Secret Realm was to play an old man with silver hair.

Chen Miao's eyes flickered with shock as he looked around. It was the same Secret Realm he had first entered, the one called "Blood Night Cannibal Village," the same village indeed.

He had ventured into that Secret Realm with Hungry Monkey.

And they had even received a perfect clearance rating.

Now, he found himself back in this Secret Realm.

At the same time, a panel popped up before him.

"Secret Realm Name": Blood Night Cannibal Village.

"Secret Realm Level": E Level.

"Secret Realm Introduction": This is a village abandoned by a rapidly developing society, filled with lonely elders waiting for death. The younger generation had long since fled to the big cities. However, it is unknown when a mysterious aura started to envelop the village, and often at night, there would be blood-curdling screams, accompanied by a strong scent of blood.

"Secret Realm Mission": Survive for 12 hours.

"Secret Realm Progress": The highest clearance progress of this instance is 0%, not perfectly cleared.

"Secret Realm Introduction": When night falls over the village, it reveals its mysterious side.

Exactly the same!

There was no difference; this map panel was almost identical to the one that had popped up when he first entered the Secret Realm. The only difference was that the map level was F Level at that time.

This time it was E Level.

As Chen Miao was meticulously reading the map panel, suddenly a conversation at the entrance bridge of the village caught his attention.

The village was nestled between several mountains, the only access to the outside world being the stone bridge at the entrance. Aside from that, there were no other paths. Around twenty mud and tile houses made up the village, with several villagers now sitting at the bridge, chatting idly.

There he was, sitting in front of a tile house, drawing on his pipe in a daze.

Following the sound, he looked up towards the bridge and saw two young men, with friendly faces, walking over to the bridge, giving out cigarettes to each elder, chatting and laughing about something.

Their voices were low, but the wind carried bits of their conversation.

They seemed to be saying they were tourists from out of town who had stumbled upon the place and wanted to look around the village.

"..."

Huff.

Chen Miao took a deep breath, grabbed the pipe in his hand with skin as crinkly as an old tree, and started pulling on it frantically, trying to use it to alleviate the fear in his heart, damn it, he was really scared!

Those two young men walking towards the bridge!

Were Hungry Monkey and himself!

He saw his own self, while the other him was conversing amiably with the elders at the bridge. However, one hand was kept in his pocket for some reason. Others might not know why, but he certainly did.

He was carrying a revolver in his f***ing pocket!

Back then, he remembered being ready to lash out at any moment.

And just then—

What else could it be but human flesh?

"Damn it!"

Chen Miao couldn't help but curse aloud. If his past self saw this scene, he would certainly have gone into a killing frenzy without a second thought. But that's not right, he remembered checking here previously, and this wasn't human flesh—it was pork!

Could there be a conflict with the timeline?

But now was not the time to think about such things. He couldn't remember exactly when his past self had entered this house, so he had to quickly manage the scene.

A few minutes later.

He deftly tossed all the human flesh and organs into the well in the backyard and began to boil pork in the pot anew.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, having averted another danger. But he did not dare to delay further and continued to the next room. Every moment he lingered, his past self might discover something amiss.

By the time he reached the next household

He was once again dumbfounded.

A ghastly, large portrait hung on the wall; a shrine displayed a pair of red high heels, and next to it stood a wax figure with eyes that cried bloody tears. The entire scene was dreadfully unsettling.

Would a normal family possibly display these items?

His mouth twitched uncontrollably again, and by this time, he could even hear the sound of his past self and the Hungry Monkey talking outside. Without hesitating, he quickly threw all the creepy items into the well.

There were too many messy things in this village. Why hadn't he seen anything when he first entered? Could it be that his current self had thrown them all away?

Chen Miao busied himself at the scene, his mind uncontrollably wandering with frantic thoughts.

He could not stop his actions.

He wasn't sure if the person outside was truly himself. If that person killed him, would he also die? But if he killed that person, would that mean his own death?

He remembered that during his time in this Secret Realm, he had killed all the old men, including the tobacco-loving old man he was now impersonating. If this old man was actually himself,

Then today must be the day of his death.

It sounds like a damned cycle of reincarnation. He resolved to search thoroughly after leaving, to see if there is any connection along the timeline between different Secret Realms, as he rushed to the next household.

Inside this household's cupboard, he found a diary.

The diary chronicled the history of the village and the owner's grievances. It was with the assistance of this diary that his past self found the true method to pass through the Secret Realm.

This time—

He destroyed everything. He refused to believe that his past self would still recklessly start a massacre without regard for anything.

After all, his past self had been skeptical about the misleading introduction of the Secret Realm and was cautious in ensuring that this crucial piece of diary, a prop of significant character, could be completely and absolutely destroyed. Instead of throwing it into the well or burning it,

He tore it page by page, crumpled the pieces into balls and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them down painfully with the cool water from the backyard tank.

He simply refused to believe that this time his past self could discover any clues.

Fighting was definitely not an option.

This old body surely couldn't overpower his past self and the Hungry Monkey. The only way to survive and clear the game was to make his past self believe that peace was the only method to a perfect clearance.

To that end, he must preemptively destroy any potential leads that could arouse his past self's suspicions.

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