Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 328 - 322: Nightingale and Rose 24

Yuze frowned slightly: "The monster can’t let us solve the riddle so easily."

Josh looked at the two: "If I’m not mistaken, tonight the monster’s attack will intensify."

If that man wants to keep Josh in the dungeon, he will try to kill her physical body.

So Yuze and the others will face an even stronger wave of monster siege tonight.

A group of restless players lurked outside the tavern, not only Xue Guo and Turbo but also Li Yue’s team and others.

They were all waiting for Josh to be alone.

Both players and monsters had their eyes on her, numerous.

Yuze evidently thought of this too, becoming increasingly vigilant.

As dusk fell, the afterglow on the horizon faded, and the entire town was shrouded in darkness.

The Rose Vine was restless, sharp thorns growing from the shadows, revealing a hint of hunger, as if impatient to do something.

Josh arrived early at the plaza and spun a web, cautiously watching her surroundings.

Players around silently approached Josh’s direction.

Xue Guo and others hid in the shadows, ready to pounce at any time.

Monsters and Rose Vines surged continuously from underground.

The NPCs who were kissing gradually went mad.

Many players were affected, their gazes gradually becoming fervent as they stared at Josh.

Yuze’s expression turned cold as he pulled Josh behind him.

At that moment, Josh suddenly felt her vision blur; she knew that man had come again.

When she reopened her eyes, she once again stood in that rose void.

In the deep, misty haze, roses piled high like small hills, atop which a rose throne stood prominently. The man sat on the rose throne, hands and feet entwined with vines, and wore an exquisite rose crown with a very Western Rococo style, but on him, it was not feminine at all; instead, it had a kind of gloomy, eerie beauty.

"You’ve come? Come to me; I’ve been waiting for you, little nightingale." The man’s deep, sexy, and luxurious voice carried an almost imperceptible allure, making one unable to help but relax and want to infinitely submit to him.

Josh looked at the road paved with roses and thorns beneath her feet, stepping onto it with one foot. Beads of blood oozed out, as if she had been standing there the entire night, from last night to tonight.

She looked up at the man on the throne.

The man lowered his eyes, looking at her with a smile, like a lofty god encouraging his followers to prove their loyalty and faith with flesh and blood.

Josh continued forward from where she left off last night.

The moment the other foot stepped onto a rose thorn, the doubled pain shot up from her foot. She clenched her lips and stepped down firmly.

As she advanced, new corpses emerged beside the rose path, those of the innkeeper and the old lady, the old lady appearing as she did in her forties.

The innkeeper and the old lady seemed to be embroiled in a fight, each holding a knife, stabbing it into the other’s body,

the innkeeper’s other hand pulling the old lady’s hair.

The old lady’s other hand gouged out the innkeeper’s eyeball.

Josh was shocked, her gaze skimming over them, noticing illusions appearing on their bodies.

In the illusions, the innkeeper had an affair with the cashier girl during his wife’s pregnancy, leading to a big fight between the innkeeper and his wife, causing the child to be miscarried.

Afterward, the innkeeper’s wife started having affairs with different men.

Gradually, a noticeable change occurred in the innkeeper’s wife: every time the sun rose, her facial skin would rapidly age, and when the moonlight descended, she would return to her former appearance.

Josh suddenly remembered what the Flower Selling Ghost said during the day: the tavern was run by the old lady and another woman; during the day the old lady went shopping, and only at night did the woman open the door to entertain guests.

Is this their heart’s knot?

Because of mutual infidelity in marriage?

But she couldn’t understand, why did the innkeeper seem fine even though he cheated as well?

Josh looked at the man on the throne: "Did you do all this? You cursed the entire town."

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled as he chuckled: "I told you, those who are unfaithful in love deserve to be punished."

Red mist gathered in front of her, and the man’s phantom appeared before her: "We all have to believe in love, right? Love is the most beautiful thing in the world; no one would dislike love."

His figure seemed to drift closer and further away on the rose path, swirling and lingering around Josh.

Josh frowned slightly: "You advocate for love, so the butcher abuses his wife, and she can’t leave; the innkeeper and his wife cheat on each other, and they’re trapped in a death grip, unable to remarry. The love in your eyes leaves everyone living in pain; that is not love at all!"

"Hah... hahahaha." The man’s phantom suddenly burst into frenzied laughter, roses swaying in the wind, the rich fragrance almost hypnotic.

He suddenly approached Josh, cradling her face as if she were a rare treasure.

In his large hands, her face seemed pitifully small, like a frail kitten.

Looking into her beautiful big eyes, the man was in an unusually good mood: "Then, my dear, tell me, what is love?"

"This..." Josh was stunned. She instinctively wanted to speak but couldn’t seem to find words to describe love.

She simply didn’t know what love was.

It was the first time Josh felt at a loss for words.

The man looked at her defeated expression, feeling even more amused, and leaned down to kiss her eyes: "Silly girl, how can you know what love is if you’ve never experienced it?"

Josh frowned slightly; she indeed didn’t know, but it seemed like her seniors in the sect were always happy when in love.

She instinctively felt that love was a beautiful and blissful existence.

The man raised a hand to trace her eyebrows and eyes, his deep gaze reflecting her pretty face.

Such a good child.

His heart softened uncontrollably, tenderly cradling her in his palms, wishing to offer all the roses to her: "You don’t understand, the essence of love is pain; all joy and happiness are its disguises, and in the end, love will always be painful, endlessly painful."

"Only pain can be profound, only pain can leave an indelible impression, remembered eternally, understood?"

Josh blinked, staring at him, suddenly asking: "Are you brainwashing me?"

The man’s expression was a bit stunned: "What?"

Josh: "I can tell. You’re brainwashing me."

The man smiled warmly: "It’s okay if you don’t believe me; one day, you’ll realize that everything I say is the truth."

As Josh was about to speak, the man raised a hand, his cold, slender fingers resting against her lips.

"You still don’t know how to love, my little nightingale." The man looked at her with a smile: "Don’t be too quick to deny my words."