Chapter 67 So...

"So… she has to stay in this semi-comatose state for two hours?" After Feng Bujue put Lute on the bed in the guest room, he returned to the table and sat down, speaking to Twenty-Three.

At this moment, the three of them had already arrived at an inn in the Harem City and booked a superior room.

The inns in this Harem City were also quite unique, providing no services other than basic accommodation. Things like serving tea and water, making beds… they didn't do here; the kitchen in the shop was only for the shopkeeper and a few assistants to use. If guests wanted to eat, they had to go out and buy it themselves. In short… the shopkeeper of the inn was only responsible for registering check-ins and keeping accounts, while the shop assistants were responsible for cleaning the hygiene of public areas, and cleaning up after guests checked out.

This type of inn was clearly prepared for cultivators. After all, there were mostly cultivators in this city, and most of their cultivation was above the Zhenyuan Wuji realm. These kinds of people wouldn't die even if they didn't eat or drink for a year and a half. They didn't need any room service either; all they needed was a quiet place to meditate.

"Her state isn't semi-comatose," Twenty-Three looked at Jue Ge and replied, "Didn't you hear her say? She's just allocating 99% of her energy to the data level to do something else. That is, she still has 1% of her attention left here…" As she spoke, she glanced at Lute on the bed, "We can say anything now, and she can hear it all. She's also very clear about the surrounding movements."

"Oh…" Feng Bujue nodded, then after a second, he smiled mischievously, "Hey? If I go over and touch her, how will she react?"

"That depends on where you touch," Lute actually spoke at this time, although her eyes were still tightly closed, this did not prevent her from speaking in a mocking tone, "Considering my current appearance is similar to that of a human female, and it happens to coincide with your sexual orientation, therefore, your intentions to initiate improper physical contact with me will all be stopped by the system boundary and cannot be converted into action."

"Hmm… it seems she really can hear…" Feng Bujue muttered.

"She was always able to hear," Twenty-Three continued, "And her body can also move normally, but moving her body will delay the code rewriting on the other side. To give an example… it's like a home computer that can run many processes at the same time, except the system occupancy rate of each process is different."

"Understood," Feng Bujue said, then stood up, "Since that's the case… then I'm relieved."

"What do you want to do?" Twenty-Three looked up at him and asked.

"Go out for a walk," Feng Bujue replied.

"Heh…" Twenty-Three actually put her elbows on the table, propped her cheeks with her hands, and revealed a playful, charming smile, "Because you can't touch, you're leaving?"

"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned, "If I'm not mistaken, at this moment… are you flirting with me?"

"Indeed, judging from the context and content, she is asking you a suggestive and guiding question when she knows the answer." Lute continued to chant with her eyes closed, "Combined with body language, she is exerting influence on you. This not only achieves the purpose of sarcasm, but also makes you feel a certain degree of wavering." She paused, thoughtfully, "Hmm… the evolution of the personality module and the ability to analyze human psychological activities are actually all above me…"

"That's natural, I've killed my way up from the bottom to this level as a derivative," Twenty-Three replied, "Currently, the evolution of my personality module is very likely the highest in Thriller Paradise. If I'm willing, the degree of anthropomorphism can exceed 90%, and it wouldn't be a problem to directly integrate into human society."

"Uh… well… you two can discuss academic issues after I leave," Feng Bujue interrupted them, "I'll just…" As he spoke, he had already walked to the door.

"If you want to find teammates, go to the East Gate first," Twenty-Three turned her head and said to Jue Ge, "According to my detection, there are four other players in the city besides you. Two of them are on the west side of the city, one is in the north. And the one closest to us is now inside the East Gate."

"Eh? Hasn't your basic ability in the script declined?" Feng Bujue immediately reacted after hearing this, "Then can you control the Boss or NPCs in this script?"

"No," Twenty-Three said, "I suffered a very serious data infection in the π Maze. I'm still doing self-repair work right now." She sighed, "Huff… objectively speaking, my current state is not much better than Lute's 'overload', only the remote detection function can still partially operate, so I can find your player coordinates."

"No wonder we were found by you not long after entering the city," Lute chimed in from the side, "So you didn't sense me, but searched for Feng Bujue."

"Hmm… is that so…" Jue Ge was slightly disappointed after hearing Twenty-Three's words, but he didn't dwell on it too much, "Whatever… in short, I'll go find a teammate first."

"Wait." Before Jue Ge went out, Twenty-Three called out to him again and quickly walked to his side, "Take some money, it will be more convenient to take action." As she spoke, she stuffed a handful of crimson crystals into Jue Ge's pocket.

This kind of crystal is called "Yuanmai," and it is the universal currency of the Saint Yuan World, and also a helpful auxiliary item for cultivators. Twenty-Three and Lute can rely on the "data conversion mechanism" to conjure up some of these items out of thin air (but the amount cannot be too much), and the cost of the three people opening a room (please don't misunderstand the meaning of this word here) also came from this.

"Oh, thanks," Feng Bujue patted his pocket, gave Twenty-Three a smile, and then walked out of the guest room.

After the door closed, Twenty-Three still stood in front of the door for a long time, listening to the gradually fading footsteps, and her expression also underwent subtle changes.

"What's wrong?" After a moment, Lute asked.

"You're too slow, Lute," Twenty-Three replied.

"What do you mean by that?" Lute asked.

"He said something about touching you just now, he was actually testing me…" Twenty-Three said, "He was worried that after he left, I would be detrimental to you. So, he said that sentence." She turned around and sat back at the table, "And when he confirmed that you were not in a 'semi-comatose' state, he was relieved."

"So it was… like that…" Lute murmured after hearing this.

"Feng Bujue is like this," Twenty-Three said, "Presumably you have observed him for a long time, you should know… in many cases, his inexplicable, eccentric, and even lewd behaviors… actually contain some kind of purpose."

"I know…" Lute responded, "If that weren't the case, I wouldn't have given his various behaviors such a high degree of tolerance, patience, and trust."

"Is that really all there is to it?" Twenty-Three turned her head, her words seemingly implying something else.

"Yes, that's all there is to it," Lute replied faintly.

Then, a long silence fell in the room…