Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1166: Phantom Memory

In the scene constructed by [Ancient Notes], mental and soul abilities can still be used normally.

Lin Yu, who was already good at mental power, felt like a fish in water among them.

Especially when facing Qianhuan, who was just composed of some soul fragments and memories, Lin Yu did not need to hide his mental power and could just let go and sweep.

In fact, because this world is essentially a world constructed by "information", Lin Yu can use "converging mental power" as a means of "invisibility".

Qian Huan's home was on the fifth floor, so Lin Yu naturally couldn't take the stairs. Instead, he climbed up along the pipe that drained rainwater from the roof and the air conditioner outdoor unit.

In old-style communities like this, the outer walls are relatively easy to climb.

Because it was on the fifth floor, although Qian Huan's house had sealed the balcony, it did not install anti-theft windows, so Lin Yu easily opened the window and climbed in.

Qian Huan's house is a two-bedroom structure. Although the house is indeed a bit old like the neighborhood, it is very tidy.

When Lin Yu came to the living room from the balcony, he smelled the rich aroma of meat.

He looked in and saw a little old lady with permed hair and wearing a black floral jacket cooking in the kitchen.

This is most likely Qian Huan’s grandmother.

Although he wouldn't be noticed even if he walked straight over, Lin Yu still tiptoed behind the little old lady.

There were two pots on the stove, one containing the pork ribs with scallions that had just been soaked in juice, and the other containing steamed rice.

The old lady skillfully and easily picked up the iron pot with one hand and poured the pork chops into an enamel basin. She didn't look old at all.

Then, the old lady raised her voice and shouted, "Shen Lian, the meal is ready, come and eat!"

Qian Huan's voice sounded from the other side of the room.

"Oh, grandma, here it comes!"

Lin Yu only reacted after hearing Qian Huan's response.

"Qian Huan's real name is Shen Lian?"

His first reaction was to think that it was Qian Huan's sister or aunt.

However, after Qian Huan answered, there was no sound of the door opening or footsteps.

The old lady also realized this, put the enamel basin on the dining table, and then quickly walked to Qian Huan's room.

then……

She knocked hard on Qian Huan's room door.

"Come out and eat quickly, or it'll get cold!"

"Right away, right away, wait a moment."

Qian Huan's response rang out, but the old lady couldn't wait any longer and opened the door directly.

Then the old lady cried out.

"Oh my! Oh my—Shen Lian! What are you doing!"

Lin Yu poked his head out from behind the old lady and was also shocked.

"what?"

I originally thought that I was just casually looking at Qian Huan’s memories, but I didn’t expect to gain something unexpected.

Behind the door of that room is a very warm room.

There is a spacious wooden bed with many stuffed dolls, a desk with a bookcase and a computer, an open wardrobe filled with various suits and magic props, and a wall covered with various movie posters, with a poster of "The Prestige" in the center.

as well as……

Qian Huan was standing next to the wardrobe and taking a selfie in front of the dressing mirror.

He was wearing a black and white maid outfit.

The old lady looked at Qian Huan, and Qian Huan also screamed.

"Grandma, don't open the door!"

But the old lady could no longer speak. Her chest heaved violently, and then she fell without a breath.

“You—!”

As she spoke, she couldn't even stand steadily.

Qian Huan quickly stepped forward to support the old lady and helped her sit down.

"Grandma, grandma, take it easy, take your time!"

The old lady slowly recovered, her face half angry and half sad. "I knew your father didn't give you a good name. Something like 'untainted by the mud' or 'having the character of a gentleman'... such a girly name, it really made you look like a sissy in the end!"

Sitting on the bed, Qian Huan's grandmother's anger waned, and her sadness grew. She took Qian Huan's hand and said, "But it's a new era now, and it may be different from our time. If you want to be a little girl, I support you. If you like boys, that's fine too... but you can't date boys from other places, and you can't really marry someone else."

Listening to grandma's chattering, Qian Huan, who was originally feeling guilty and worried, finally reacted after confirming that grandma was fine.

"Oh, grandma, what nonsense are you talking about? Things are not what you think!"

"This is complicated to explain. Just listen to me. I don't have any issues with identity."

Qian Huan said this, took out his cell phone and explained to his grandmother.

Soon, the expression on grandma's face changed from sadness to suspicion.

"You mean, you film your magic tricks and upload them to this app called Boliboli, and then people will watch your videos, and then you can get paid?"

Qian Huan nodded: "Yes, that's right, that's right. And people who like my videos will follow me and become my fans. When the number of followers increases, I can take on advertising - just like those stars on TV."

Grandma was even a little happy: "Oh my, it's like Fei Xiang, right? That's really amazing."

Qian Huan was a little embarrassed: "It's not that great..."

But grandma became alert again: "No, that's not right. What does this have to do with the clothes you're wearing?"

"This is what I agreed with my fans. After I reach 100,000 followers, I'll wear women's clothing... This is a way of giving back to the fans," Qian Huan explained. "Look, Grandma, didn't celebrities sometimes shoot for magazines in the past, and sometimes take funny photos? This is just a funny photo shoot!"

Grandma nodded, and after a moment's pause, she finally accepted the truth. "That's right, that means you have a hundred thousand people who like you online now—so you're a real star, aren't you?"

"Grandma knew that you would definitely have a future as a magician...but why didn't you tell me?"

Qian Huan laughed when he heard his grandmother's words: "One hundred thousand fans isn't a lot on the Internet these days. I want to make it bigger before I tell you."

The old lady had calmed down. “How do I follow your account? I’ll follow it for you too to increase your popularity.”

Qian Huan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly put away his phone: "Oh... this is unnecessary!"

"Okay, Grandma, it's time to eat!"

As he spoke, Qian Huan helped his grandmother up and carried the little old lady towards the restaurant.

In the bedroom, Lin Yu, who witnessed all this, silently wrote down the account name he had just written down from Qianhuan's mobile phone screen.

It seems that even members of the "Freedom Alliance" don't know about this account.

Although I came here with the mentality of giving it a try, but now...

"It seems like we've got something really powerful."