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#508 - G-chan plays the game "The Hidden Mist Village Strange Tales"

On the Taoyuan Illusion Realm live streaming platform, a live stream room decorated with a cute cat ear avatar quietly went online. The title of the live stream room read: "G-chan takes you to explore the 'Tales of Oddities in Mistwood Village'!"

In the picture, G-chan, a girl with cherry pink pigtails, was smiling at the camera. She is the popular streamer G-chan, and today she is wearing a white T-shirt with a cartoon cat pattern, looking both cute and playful.

"Hello everyone! Today G-chan will take you to play the latest village werewolf game from Taoyuan Township - 'Tales of Oddities in Mistwood Village'!" G-chan waved excitedly at the camera, "I heard this game is super exciting, I can't wait to go in and experience it!"

After speaking, G-chan lay down in the semi-transparent sensory pod behind her. As the cabin door slowly closed, she closed her eyes and entered the game world.

When G-chan "opened her eyes" in the game, she couldn't help but gasp. The login interface in front of her made her feel a chill.

The picture showed an ancient village shrouded in thick fog. Under the gray sky, crooked wooden houses were faintly visible. In the distance, a stone torii gate stood alone in the mist, like a gateway to another world.

The most striking thing was a huge withered tree in the center of the screen. Its roots were intertwined, and its branches were twisted like ghost claws, as if telling an ancient curse. Several old paper lanterns hung on the trunk, and the faint light swayed in the mist, creating a strange atmosphere.

Even more terrifying was that the crown of the dead tree vaguely presented a hideous human face, as if watching every player who entered the game.

The background music was the low sound of wooden fish and the faint sound of wind chimes, occasionally mixed with the cries of crows, adding a bit of gloom to the picture.

The login button was designed as an old wooden sign, with the words "Enter Village" written crookedly, as if written in blood.

G-chan took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Wow, this login interface is too scary, right? I feel like I'm really entering a strange village."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage and clicked the "Enter Village" button. With a strange gust of wind, the screen was gradually swallowed by thick fog.

When the fog cleared, G-chan found herself standing in a village that seemed to have traveled from ancient times. The surrounding houses were simple and old, and the streets were empty, with only the occasional barking of dogs breaking the eerie silence.

G-chan tried to suppress the unease in her heart and said to the invisible audience, "Okay, everyone, let's explore this mysterious Mistwood Village together!"

As G-chan's voice fell, an adventure full of unknowns and dangers began.

……

In the game screen, a slender young man was riding a retro-style motorcycle, speeding on a winding mountain road.

This man is Tang Yin, the protagonist of the game. He looks about twenty-five years old, with slightly messy short hair, and a bit of weariness on his angular face.

He was wearing a faded denim jacket, with a white T-shirt inside, and faded jeans on his lower body, and worn Martin boots on his feet. The whole look exuded a unique sense of vicissitudes.

Tang Yin rode his motorcycle, traveling through the night. The distant mountains undulated like waves of ink, and the surrounding shadows of trees swayed in the moonlight, like countless dancing phantoms. The cold wind whistled past, bringing a chill, and Tang Yin couldn't help but shiver.

He sighed and blamed his impulsiveness in his heart. "It's too reckless," Tang Yin muttered to himself, "to run around aimlessly, regardless of the risk of getting lost. If I really get lost, I'll only have myself to blame."

Tang Yin glanced at the notebook clipped to the motorcycle handlebar, which was his travel diary for this trip. On the opened page, scribbled handwriting recorded his mental journey. Fragments of past memories flashed through his mind like slides, and Tang Yin shook his head, trying to put these thoughts behind him. "Don't think about it," he reminded himself, "isn't this trip just to forget those past events?"

Looking back, the last time I saw a roadside sign, the sun had not completely sunk below the horizon. The warm orange sunlight sprinkled on the road, coating everything with a layer of gentle gold. At that time, he was still immersed in the upcoming night adventure, and did not realize the predicament he was about to face.

"That is to say," Tang Yin murmured to himself, "I started to deviate from the route after dark."

He stopped the motorcycle and carefully checked the map. As the comparison deepened, Tang Yin's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He realized that the situation was worse than he thought. He chose the wrong direction at almost every intersection. What's worse, this situation has lasted for a full two hours.

"Damn it," Tang Yin cursed in a low voice, "How did I get myself into this situation?"

……

The bright moon hung high in the dark night sky, like a huge silver lantern, casting a soft and cold light.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be smeared with a hazy gray-white tone, and the undulating outlines of the mountains were particularly clear in the moonlight. The distant mountains were like the backs of giant beasts, silently lying on the earth, exuding a primitive and mysterious atmosphere.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the roar of the motorcycle engine echoing in the valley. Occasionally, the night wind blew through the forest, bringing the rustling sound of leaves, like the whispers of nature. The midnight solitude of the wilderness enveloped the entire world, giving people a feeling of loneliness and insignificance.

In this wilderness, the traces of modern civilization seemed to be completely erased.

There were no street lights, no buildings, not even a man-made path. Tang Yin felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times and become the only intruder on this primitive land.

The motorcycle's headlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the narrow mountain road ahead. The bushes on both sides of the road shook from time to time, making a rustling sound, making people wonder if there were any creatures lurking in them.

Continuing for another two hours, Tang Yin's situation did not improve. He began to realize that even spending the night in the wild had become a luxury. The frequent activity of wild animals here made him feel both novel and uneasy.

In less than two hours, Tang Yin had encountered wild animals five or six times.

Several times, he saw huge wild boars shuttling through the distant forest, their tusks gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Several times, he caught a glimpse of elegant elk, their alert eyes twinkling in the darkness, like stars in the night sky.

This was the first time in Tang Yin's life that he had come into such close contact with wild animals. Although his heart was full of fear of the unknown, there was also a strange sense of excitement rising in his heart. He felt as if he was experiencing a real adventure, even though this adventure started accidentally due to getting lost.

……

Therefore, even in the face of such a dilemma, Tang Yin did not choose to return the way he came. He continued to ride his motorcycle, moving forward on the winding mountain road, as if driven by some mysterious force.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but laugh mockingly at himself. He had to admit that his personality was indeed a bit twisted. Whether it was deliberately destroying harmonious relationships or impulsively traveling alone, it was a manifestation of this twisted personality.

He recalled his past experiences, those days that could have been peaceful and beautiful, but were always broken by his own hands. Just like now, he could have chosen a safe and familiar road, but he insisted on choosing this unknown and dangerous path.

"That's how it is," Tang Yin muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the roar of the motorcycle, "I am such a person who is unwilling to be ordinary and always wants to break the routine."

In the moonlight, Tang Yin's figure appeared lonely and small, like a persistent traveler, searching for an unknown exit in the maze of fate.

……

As the motorcycle continued to move forward, Tang Yin was surprised to find that the surrounding environment began to change. The originally rugged and narrow mountain road gradually became wider and flatter, and the road surface became smoother. Even more surprising was that street lights began to appear on both sides of the road, and the dim yellow light dispelled some of the darkness, giving people a sense of inexplicable security.

Just as Tang Yin was thinking about this strange change, a building suddenly came into view, interrupting his thoughts. It was a small shop, standing alone on the side of the road, particularly eye-catching under the dual illumination of the moonlight and street lights.

The existence of this small shop itself was full of weirdness.

Its appearance looked like it had traveled from the 1970s, and the mottled walls were covered with unknown vines. The neon lights on the signboard flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if dancing to some mysterious rhythm. A string of faded wind chimes hung at the entrance of the store, making a crisp but slightly desolate sound in the evening wind.

The most unsettling thing was that the glass window of the small shop was filled with various outdated goods, some of which were antique items that Tang Yin had only seen in old photos. In one corner of the window, an old-fashioned radio was playing a strange tune that Tang Yin had never heard before, and the music was mixed with creepy static.

Tang Yin couldn't help but feel a burst of astonishment. Opening a store in this remote mountainous area was simply unbelievable. But at this time, he was thirsty and tired, and urgently needed to replenish water and energy. After hesitating again and again, he decided to venture into this strange small shop.

……

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a smell mixed with mold and stale tobacco rushed to his face. Tang Yin was adapting to the dim light in the store when a figure suddenly walked out from behind the counter.

It was a young girl, who looked to be in her early twenties. She had long, black hair tied into a high ponytail, with the ends slightly upturned, giving a stubborn feeling. The girl was wearing a black T-shirt with a strange pattern that Tang Yin couldn't understand, ripped jeans on her lower body, and a pair of Martin boots covered in dirt on her feet.

The most striking thing was her face. Although her features were delicate, her brows were furrowed, the corners of her mouth were slightly downturned, and her big eyes were full of impatience and hostility. Her entire image and temperament revealed a kind of ferocity and irritability, like a volcano about to erupt.

"What do you want to buy?" the girl asked, her voice cold and with obvious impatience. She crossed her arms, in a posture that strangers should not approach, and her sharp eyes looked up and down at Tang Yin, as if examining an uninvited guest.

Tang Yin was startled by this sudden cold attitude and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He looked around and found that the shelves in the store were filled with all kinds of strange goods, some of which he couldn't even tell what they were for. An inexplicable and strange atmosphere permeated the air, making people feel chills.

……

Tang Yin took the mineral water and a few packs of snacks he had just bought, hesitated for a moment, and decided to ask this rude clerk for help. He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound friendlier.

"Um, I want to ask," Tang Yin said, "I seem to be lost, do you have a map here?"

The female clerk frowned even more upon hearing this, looked Tang Yin up and down, and said in a still cold tone: "No. Go back where you came from."

Tang Yin was a little annoyed by this cold response, but he still suppressed the displeasure in his heart and continued: "Impossible, right? Aren't tourist maps a staple of small supermarkets? I've been lost for several hours and I really don't dare to run around anymore."

The female clerk seemed to be moved by Tang Yin's persistence, or just wanted to get rid of this annoying customer as soon as possible. She sighed, turned and walked behind the counter, and took out a folded map from a dusty drawer.

"Here you are." She spread the map out on the counter and pointed to one of the routes with her hand, "Follow this road, and you will see a fork in the road in about two hours, turn right. After walking for a while, you will see an open space, and there is a small town there."

Tang Yin carefully checked the map, but found that there were almost no markings on it except for some simple lines. He tilted his head and asked suspiciously: "There is nothing marked on this map, isn't this in the mountains? Where is the small town you are talking about?"

The female clerk replied impatiently: "There is a human community there, but it is not drawn on the map. Just follow what I said."

Tang Yin wanted to ask something else, but the female clerk's attitude clearly showed that she didn't want to say anything more. He had no choice but to thank her and left the strange little supermarket with a stomach full of questions.

Riding his motorcycle again, Tang Yin moved forward in the direction indicated by the female clerk. The mountain road under the moonlight looked particularly quiet, and only the roar of the motorcycle engine broke the silence of the night. About two hours later, he did see a fork in the road.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Yin chose the small road on the right. This road was much narrower than the main road, and the trees on both sides almost closed at the top, forming a natural tunnel. The moonlight was blocked by layers of leaves, and could only be scattered on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow.

As he went deeper, the surrounding scenery became more and more mysterious and strange. Ancient trees twisted and coiled, and their branches stretched towards the sky like huge claws. The ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, and stepping on them made a rustling sound. From time to time, strange bird calls came from the distance, sounding both unfamiliar and unsettling.

A moist and rotten smell filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of various plants, forming a unique forest smell. Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blew through, bringing the rustling sound of leaves, as if the forest was whispering.

Tang Yin felt as if he had entered a completely different world. Everything here was filled with primal wildness and mystery, completely different from the modern world he was familiar with. Despite being filled with unease, he was still drawn to this strange atmosphere and continued to explore forward.

However, as time passed, the anxiety in Tang Yin's heart began to increase. He had been walking for a long time, but he had not yet seen the open space and town that the female clerk had mentioned. The surrounding scenery seemed unchanging, as if he had been going around in circles.

Just then, a sudden bump brought Tang Yin back to his senses. He felt the motorcycle's front wheel sink heavily into something. In a panic, he hurriedly braked, but it was too late. The motorcycle lost its balance and fell forward!