ATFBETIBM Chapter 722

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Dijia used all his efforts, and Bai Lixin finally agreed to marry him again and give him an official status.

Even though they were an old couple and had already gotten married countless times, he was always very nervous for each wedding.

This time, his wife’s request for the wedding was “lively, the livelier the better”.

What did “lively” mean?

It probably meant the more people, the better, right?

Dijia racked his brain for a long time and decided to invite all of Bai Lixin’s friends from recent times.

Of course, the friends he made in the game were on the invitation list. Besides that, Dijia planned a surprise for Bai Lixin.

He intended to invite the friends Bai Lixin met in the copies to the wedding. His wife would definitely be so moved by this surprise that he’d throw himself into his arms right on the spot.

Thinking of this beautiful future, Dijia couldn’t help but smile.

Sending invitations was a bit of a hassle, but it wasn’t difficult for him.

His first stop was the River God Village.

Considering that the resentment in River God Village had already been cleared, Dijia cheated a little by detaching certain segments of the copy and freezing the timeline at a specific stage.

…

The old tree had just finished tormenting a villager and was happily swaying its branches in celebration.

Suddenly, it saw someone descending from the sky. When it made out who it was, the tree’s shaking branches began to tremble uncontrollably, and the color of the entire tree faded a little.

The Tree Of Resentment didn’t dare move an inch.

Its memory was somewhat confused.

It clearly remembered being killed by this man and another person, so how was it alive again?

This terrifying man was standing in front of it again. Did he intend to kill it once more?

Dijia stood motionless, observing the Tree Of Resentment from head to toe.

His expression was serious and conflicted.

Invite the Tree Of Resentment…?

His baby wanted liveliness, so he needed a show or two to liven things up.

For example, ghost-catching?

The Tree Of Resentment huddled in on itself, feeling as though the man’s gaze was particularly obvious and had a purpose.

It subconsciously shrank back. “B-big Boss, I have thick skin and flesh.”

Dijia patted the Tree Of Resentment on the head. “Thick skin and flesh is good, very durable. Bai Lixin and I are getting married, and I’m inviting you to attend. Here’s your invitation, make sure to come.”

With that, Dijia turned and went down the mountain.

The Tree Of Resentment stayed rooted in place and found that a red piece of paper had appeared in its empty head.

The paper unfolded, and it could actually read the words inside.

—An eternal union, a solemn vow, unwavering in this life, bound together forever.

—Bai Lixin and Dijia invite you to their wedding.

—Wedding date: Blue Star Era, May 20, 2024

—Wedding venue: Blue Star, Huaguo, Sea City, Blue Sea Grand Hotel

The beginning part was understandable; it was a wedding invitation saying “Bai Lixin” and “Dijia” were getting married.

But it had no clue what the date and place meant.

What was the Blue Star Era?

And where was Blue Star, Huaguo?

Dijia must be the big boss.

Then Bai Lixin must be that fierce young man, right?

It didn’t want to go at all.

Besides, it couldn’t understand the date or the place, so how could it go?

Feeling anxious, the Tree Of Resentment looked in the direction where the man had disappeared.

The man was already far away, just a tiny black dot in the distance.

It lowered its voice and asked the receding figure, in a tone only it could hear, “Big Boss, I can’t understand the date or the location, how do I go?”

The big boss seemed not to hear it and continued walking forward.

The Tree Of Resentment let out a sly chuckle.

It wasn’t its fault for not going, it had asked, but he hadn’t told it.

The laugh lasted less than three seconds.

A voice poured into its head, straight into its mind.

“When the time comes, the invitation will take you there automatically, don’t worry.”

The tree’s smile froze instantly.

Dijia arrived at River God Village. At the entrance of the village, an old woman was carrying a skeleton on her back. Seeing Dijia, the old woman looked at him with cloudy eyes and spoke in a slightly mad tone, “Look, I found Bao’er. Bao’er is on my back, she’s asleep, and I’m taking her home now.”

Some villagers passed by Dijia, casting curious glances at them.

Dijia thought for a moment and only handed Granny Sang an invitation.

As for the others…

They were too useless to be ghosts for the game, and they were not worthy of being human beings.

They weren’t on the invitation list.

After leaving River God Village, Dijia’s next stop was the Blood Clan copy world.

Mr. Mo crawled out of the rose garden frantically and examined his body in panic.

His head was still attached, his arms were fine, and his body was intact.

He was still alive.

But he distinctly remembered being killed by a young man wielding a scythe. Was it just an illusion?

“Hmph.”

A cold snort sounded from above. Mr. Mo looked up, and his already pale face turned completely bloodless.

“You, you, you…” Mr. Mo staggered and fell to the ground, looking up at the man before him in fear, stuttering, “T-true Ancestor, my lord.”

Dijia slapped Mr. Mo’s forehead directly, leaving a red mark at the center of his brow.

An unfamiliar scene flooded into Mr. Mo’s mind. By the time he regained his senses, the True Ancestor had vanished.

He struggled to his feet and shouted “Someone, come!” into the empty castle.

For a long time, no one responded.

Helpless, he leaned against the wall and supported himself to walk throughout the castle, only to find it completely deserted—he was the only one there.

Mr. Mo suddenly realized it hadn’t been a dream; he had been killed by that terrifying young man and the True Ancestor, yet somehow, he was alive again.

Attend their wedding?

Wouldn’t that mean dying again?!

Run!

He had to escape!

Mr. Mo spread his wings, ready to fly out of the castle.

Halfway up, he suddenly crashed into an invisible wall.

With a “thud”, Mr. Mo was violently thrown back to the ground.

Looking at the sky in fear, the unwilling Mr. Mo tried to escape again and again, only to fail each time.

Finally, he accepted that he was trapped.

There were no subordinates, no freedom.

He was now like a dog chained by the neck, imprisoned in this desolate castle…

After delivering Mr. Mo’s invitation, Dijia went to a human village.

He found the familiar women and handed them invitations one by one before leaving again.

The next stop was the Deep Sea Mermaid World.

Thinking of how these merfolk had once helped Bai Lixin, Dijia generously distributed invitations like they were wholesale and even sent one to the Sea God.

After leaving the Deep Sea Mermaid World, Dijia hurried to the Red Apple House to deliver invitations to all the ghosts that walked the night.

While wandering through the Red Apple House, he saw the familiar rose bed and suddenly felt nostalgic, secretly planning to come back and enjoy it again some time.

All the ghosts had their invitations; how could the undead be left out?

Dijia’s next stop was the Undead world, where he handed out invitations to the undead.

The sixth stop was the Republic of China world.

Although Bai Lixin was no longer there, the wardrobe still held a lake-green cheongsam and a pearl-white cheongsam.

He stroked the silky fabric, then stuffed the entire wardrobe of cheongsams into his storage space.

Since he was already there.

Might as well not leave empty-handed.

Bring some gifts back for his baby.

After delivering invitations to a few foxes on the snowy mountain, Dijia went to the seventh stop.

The seventh stop was the school campus copy. Suspended in the air, Dijia thought for a long time before simply slapping an invitation onto the school’s main gate.

Might as well move the entire copy over as an impromptu entertainment scene.

The eighth stop was the Underworld.

The now-grown Young King Yama fully exuded the aura of a ruler. He had dark circles, and he glanced at Dijia with bloodshot eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Dijia replied leisurely, “Delivering invitations.”

Young King Yama raised an eyebrow, “Mother finally came to his senses and kicked you out?”

Dijia: “Hah, ridiculous, I’ll cling to him forever.”

Young King Yama sneered, “A virtuous woman fears a persistent suitor. You were once King Yama yourself. How about lending a hand? Ever since the horror game disappeared, I’ve been flooded with souls and haven’t processed them yet.”

Dijia was happy to watch the fun, “I’m old now, I just want to hold my wife on a warm kang. If you’re so overwhelmed, find a successor.”

Young King Yama raised his head from the pile of paperwork and glared at Dijia. “Do you think finding a successor as brilliant as me is that easy? That you can find one just by looking for it? I was young and ignorant back then, and I fell into your trap, otherwise I would be the one living a carefree life now!”

“Leave the invitation and get out. Just looking at you annoys me.”

Dijia raised an eyebrow and casually placed the invitation down. “My baby wants liveliness. Bring lots of people.”

Young King Yama: “I don’t have people, but I do have plenty of ghosts. Is that okay?”

Dijia: “No problem, the venue is big enough.”

Young King Yama’s eyes sparkled, “Then I’ll show you the scale of the Underworld when the time comes.”

Leaving Young King Yama behind, Dijia went to FairyTale Town.

The drilled-in diamond mountain, the thorn-covered path, and the filled-in sea were still there.

He slowly walked through these places, as if reliving the time he fought against eternity.

He didn’t want to remember those hundred billion years.

Life without Bai Lixin was like a dry well, filled with desolation.

He had tasted a hundred billion years of loneliness, which was enough.

It was too bitter, and he never wanted another taste.

He didn’t linger long and soon moved to the next stop—the Doomsday Zombie copy world.

Terrifying zombies could also make a rare, lively show. Just thinking about the smile that will appear on Bai Lixin’s smile, Dijia eagerly handed out plenty of invitations to the zombies.

After sending out the invitations, he cheerfully moved on to the eleventh stop, Paradise Cinema.

Standing in the empty hall, Dijia reminisced.

At that time, his baby seemed to enjoy seeing him in women’s clothing. Should he do it again sometime to satisfy his baby’s curiosity?

With this thought, Dijia casually took the clothes he had worn as Miss Jia’er and stuffed them into his storage space.

Leaving an invitation for the NPCs in the Garden of Eden, Dijia departed with a full heart and continued to the next destination.

Arriving at the familiar university campus, Dijia stroked his chin.

During the Sleep Tester copy, his baby seemed especially delighted with his snake form, and his cries were particularly loud and sweet.

Maybe it was time to revisit that experience.

After all, even the deepest love could be worn down by mundane life.

One had to keep things interesting to keep the wife’s heart.

Dijia silently noted this in his little book, deciding to put it on the agenda soon.

Just as he was about to head to the next stop, a message flashed in his mind.

It was from Bai Lixin.

Bai Lixin: “Where did you go?”

Dijia: “I’m preparing for your lively wedding.”

Bai Lixin didn’t know why, but his eyelids had been twitching all day.

Seeing Dijia’s message, his eyelids twitched even more, and he asked warily, “You didn’t do anything weird, did you?”

Dijia: “Not at all. You’ll be absolutely satisfied.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

Why did he feel a chill down his spine?