"Oh, congratulations, you successfully let her experience death. You can choose the following rewards."

The black shadow waved his hand.

Three options appeared on the table.

These three choices immediately caught Zhang Feng's attention.

"Wealth", "strength", "reputation".

When Zhang Feng was presented with three options, he was confused.

At first glance, he could understand what these three items meant, but he could not fully understand the mystery.

In Zhang Feng's opinion, the reward in terms of wealth is likely to be salary. In terms of strength, it may represent a supernatural being. As for what reputation is, Zhang Feng really doesn't understand.

So, in order to find out, Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment and chose the "reputation" option.

And then...he actually got a title!

[Likeness]: All male ghosts will have an increased favorable impression of you.

"..." Just... Although it cannot be said that it is useless, it is also

Useless.

Why does he want the male ghost's favorability?

Zhang Feng pinched his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment.

However, it is at least certain that it is not simple here.

He can take out supernatural objects at will and even give others titles.

Moreover, this temptation is too great for ordinary people.

You only need to make others suffer to obtain supernatural objects.

This is no different from just eating and not working.

All he could say was that this space was more mysterious than he thought.

Zhang Feng looked at the expressionless black figure beside him calmly.

The latter showed no unnecessary emotion.

Soon after, Zhao Yijin also sat up from the recliner.

Her face looked very pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. She was extremely pale and her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

Zhang Feng also knew what she had gone through, so he didn't say much.

He glanced at Zhao Yijin, who looked very unhappy, then walked slowly to the edge of the recliner and lay down without hesitation.

Although he didn't know how Zhao Yijin would choose to die, Zhang Feng could only pray that she would not be carried away by desire.

As soon as the scene changed, Zhang Feng entered the illusion again.

---Fantasy---

Zhang Feng stood behind the door of a closed hut.

I just felt like my brain was dizzy, and there was a strange murmur in my ears.

"Listen up!! Little Red Riding Hood! Grandma who lives in the northeast corner of the forest is sick. Mom really can't leave, so you should go and visit her."

"Remember to be careful of the big bad wolf in the forest."

"By the way, don't take long detours. This is true in any situation, otherwise you will get lost!"

"Remember, your basket is food, not anything else. Never take out the contents of the basket before arriving at your grandma's house."

"Also, we must reach grandma's house before dark!"

"Remember! Never steal food in the forest."

“Never eat it secretly!!!”

His mother's harsh and serious words echoed in Zhang Feng's ears.

The voice of "Mom" kept replaying in his hazy brain. The more he thought about it, the more strange words he heard lingered in Zhang Feng's ears for a long time.

These words, which are like rules and strange stories, always make Zhang Feng feel a chill down his back.

When he stood at the door, he found that the hairs on his body were exploding strangely.

A chill filled his body from head to toe.

Just... is the mother behind the door really human?

Zhang Feng had deep doubts about this.

But he has no interest in verifying this issue at this moment.

Because waves of pain were constantly hitting Zhang Feng's head, and the pain made him unconsciously cover his forehead.

it hurts.

It really hurts.

And...he felt like there was something wrong with his memory.

He definitely wasn't called Little Red Riding Hood before, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was called.

Zhang Feng could vaguely recall that he seemed to be able to travel through various worlds and complete various tasks in order to obtain more money.

Then, there should be a copy here, the kind that can tamper with memories.

And how to say...

This copy is very simple at first glance. The difficulty at best is to use the body of a little girl to avoid monsters.

Hiss, wait a minute, was he a man or a woman before?

Zhang Feng touched his body in confusion. He always felt that he seemed to be very adapted to the female body. Could it be that he was a girl before?

But why did he feel that something was wrong?

Forget it, let’s complete the so-called mission first.

According to the request, he now needs to take the basket to his grandma's house.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng first looked at the basket on the ground.

At his fingertips, the basket his mother handed him was covered by blue and white plaid cloth.

He tried to pick up the basket, and then Zhang Feng frowned.

Even though this basket is small, its weight is ridiculously heavy.

It's as if the food inside is not food, but iron blocks.

It is no exaggeration to say that this basket weighs about the same as a 40-pound bag of rice.

What exactly is inside this? An iron block!

Zhang Feng observed the condition of the basket curiously.

Although Zhang Feng was very curious about what the basket was, he was afraid that it would trigger some fatal mechanism, so he did not open it.

Zhang Feng didn't think much, he picked up the basket and took a step forward.

With just one step, a splitting headache spread throughout his body.

As soon as his legs went weak, Zhang Feng sat down on the grass next to him.

She didn't care that there was dirt on the ground, so she let her clothes and legs come into close contact with nature.

Dust and soil happily clung to her skirt, and grass and sand got into the gaps.

"Well......"

Headache.

Zhang Feng rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve some of his pain.

But this pain was like a tarsal maggot, biting Zhang Feng's head.

After a long period of time, Zhang Feng came out of the pain.

After recovering, Zhang Feng first noticed the coolness under his skirt, so he subconsciously complained about the dress he was wearing.

"Hey, this crappy skirt is really uncomfortable to wear. Really, why are you wearing something that leaks air?"

Zhang Feng sat on the ground and took a breath. He spread his legs casually and sat there casually.

"Let's take a look first and see what's around."

Thinking like this, Zhang Feng started to look around.

Within sight, in front of Zhang Feng was a man-made path.

It's the kind of small road that "there is no road in the world, but it becomes a road when there are more people walking on it".

Moving his eyes to the left and right, he saw green grass beside the yellow-brown dirt road.
To be continued...