When Qisi followed Zhu Ling and Zhang Lizai back to Granny Su's house, Yang Yundong and his party had not arrived yet.
The pale sun fell far away on the distant horizon in the west, almost swallowed up by the fog. And before it was completely submerged in the white mist, the vast mist was like rice paper wiped with a paper towel soaked in water, diluting, diluting, and dispersing inch by inch.
The boundary to the west of the village was like an ancient relic that was once unsealed, but the materials that formed the blockade did not disappear out of thin air. The clouds rushed away like wild horses, weaving mist on the road to the east of the village, and gray-white smoke gradually rose.
Qisi didn't have the kindness to worry about the safety of his companions. He crossed the threshold and his eyes fell on the corner where Lu Keliang's body originally lay.
The newly dead body now only has a bare skeleton, with not a single strand of flesh remaining on it, as smooth and clean as if it had been licked and sucked by a group of carnivorous creatures.
The surface of the skull glowed with a fresh milky white color, shining brightly in the dusk light. Qiss, who was used to seeing bone sculptures, could not help but sigh softly: "It's so beautiful."
He looked at it obsessively for a while, then moved closer.
Zhou Yilin was sitting next to the skeleton, wiping tears silently. Hearing the footsteps, she started to cry: "I want to move Uncle Lu to a place...I don't know how it ended up like this..."
Qisi said "Oh", calmed down his wandering mind, and walked towards the depths of the house on the dry land.
Su Po just came out of the main room with a smile.
Even though he was sure that the old woman had been dead for a long time, Qisi still looked normal and asked politely: "Is there a place where I can wash up here?"
Su Po was stunned.
Then she heard the young man in front of her say one word at a time: "I want to take a shower."
Ten minutes later, Ziss stood in the woodshed, finally taking off his shirt and trousers stained with mucus and dust, and soaked himself in a tub filled with hot water.
He scooped up water and poured it over his head. His eyes, blurred by the water drops, became clear and blurry for a while.
Suddenly he saw his hooded eyes and the outline of his face that were so soft that no lines could be distinguished. A strange feeling grew at the bottom of his mind. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, feeling a slight coolness.
"Chang Xu, you don't have a change of clothes, do you? I found some in the house..." Zhou Yilin's timid voice came from outside the door, "I put them on the window frame for you."
His thoughts were interrupted, Qisi was stunned for a second, lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."
Hearing Zhou Yilin's footsteps disappear, he stood up and walked out of the barrel, reached out to pick up the seemingly neat white clothes and black pants on the window frame, dusted them, and put them on himself silently.
During the movement, his fingers seemed to touch something, and Qisi frowned and took out the note from his clothes.
The note was made of the same material as a travel brochure, and there was a very dark ink mark drawn on it with a black pen, the meaning of which was incomprehensible.
Qisi narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.
There was a noisy sound outside the door. It should be Yang Yundong and others who had returned.
Qisi pushed open the door of the woodshed and looked up to see Yang Yundong, who was carrying a tattooed woman on his back in the middle of the door, and his gloomy face.
On the way back to the house, there was no need for defense anymore, so Yang Yundong took over from Zhao Feng and carried the tattooed girl on his back. He didn't show much fatigue along the way, but there was a trace of obvious sadness in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "I can't get in. The door of the ancestral hall is closed. It says it's only open in the morning."
Zhao Feng, who followed behind, nodded, indicating that what the former said was correct.
The tattooed woman's body changes have worsened compared to when she was at the village chief's house. Her legs hang down weakly, hanging softly on Yang Yundong's waist like the tentacles of a mollusk, dripping flesh-colored mucus. .
She was already unconscious, muttering nonsense like "I'm not afraid of you" in her mouth, and she didn't know what she had encountered in the deep nightmare.
It was obvious to the naked eye that she was hopeless, but the human species always likes to inflict ineffective and over-rescue on its companions in order to feel at ease.
Even if they knew that the tattooed woman had killed Lu Keliang, who was in the same room with her, no one would laugh at her from head to toe and say "evil will be punished".
Yang Yundong dragged a stool from the dining table to the corner and leaned her body on it.
The package containing the divine meat carried back by Zhang Lizai was placed in the same corner. Yang Yundong used a simple knife to cut a piece of the divine meat and brought it to the tattooed woman's mouth. The latter muttered "I won't eat it" and turned his head to the side with clenched teeth. bite.
Qisi noticed that there was a faint black smoke lingering around the woman's body, and he couldn't see it again in the blink of an eye. He wondered if it was an illusion.
"The rice is ready, come and eat!" Su Po shouted at the top of her voice. She swayed and brought out vegetarian dishes from the small kitchen next to the woodshed.
The players gathered in the direction of the dining table in silence. After experiencing the twists and turns of the day and witnessing the death of their companions, no one could remain calm.
After everyone sat down, Qisi looked at Su Po and said casually: "Ah Xi seems to want to eat meat. He also ate a piece of meat from my companion this morning..."
He paused and his words suddenly became harsh: "Do you mean that you always starve your grandson?"
When Su Po heard this, her face turned ugly.
She looked at the skinny boy next to her, and she didn't know what she communicated with her eyes. When she raised her eyes again, she said with absolute certainty: "We, Ah Xi, don't eat meat."
Qisi raised the corners of his mouth and gave a sarcastic smile: "Don't deny it. He doesn't eat meat. What did he do with it?"
"I don't know, it has nothing to do with you." Su Po said in a bad tone, pulling A Xi off the table.
A table of players was left looking at each other.
Qisi touched his chin innocently, feeling slightly disappointed.
The rhetoric has been laid out here, but I didn’t expect the NPC to fall into the trap. It seems that it is not easy to get key information from Su Po.
Facing Yang Yundong's questioning gaze, Qi Siquan pretended not to see it and just put a chopstick of chrysanthemum into his bowl, wrapped it in fragrant rice and ate.
Although this meal is technically made by a dead person, the craftsmanship is so good.
There is no difference between the dead and the living to Chiss, and he is happy to seize the time in the dungeon to improve his food.
After a moment of silence, Zhu Ling came to her senses and explained the clues the three of them had found in the village history museum in a clear and coherent manner, and also mentioned her speculations on the worldview.
There is no doubt that most of the background story and world view have been made clear, leaving only two things that are unclear:
First, the purpose of Su's Village accepting tourists played by players;
Second, what does the villager want the player's meat for?
Zhou Yilin whispered hesitantly: "After you left, I found something from the main room. I don't know if it will be useful to you."
She took out a book that looked like an account book from her arms, put it on the table, and opened it gently.
I saw the two characters "Atonement" written in red pen on the title page of the album, with teeth and claws showing, looking extremely ferocious. In the next few pages, each page is filled with densely packed names.
The names on the first few pages all started with the word "Su", most of which had been crossed out with a red pen. Qisi saw the last eleven names.
——This is the name given by the eleven players when they introduced themselves.
Among them, Lu Keliang, Wu Heng, Zhu Dafu, and Allen each have a fresh red mark on their names, which was obviously made not long ago.
Zhang Lizai stretched his neck in longing. After seeing his name, his face turned extremely ugly: "That old man Su Po really has no good intentions. Does he want to kill us all here?"
Chiss didn't respond.
He thought of the previous copy, the photo found in Room 2 on the third floor.
It also marks the player's life and death, and is also full of malice to kill all players.
In the last dungeon, Anne made a deal with God. As long as all the guests stayed in the manor, she could help her sister Anna regain her beauty.
So, what about this copy?
"Only Su Po knows what the specific situation is, but she won't tell us." Yang Yundong exhaled.
He was a little irritated, so he simply stood up, dragged the package wrapped with divine meat in the corner to the table, and divided it into small pieces of similar size with a simple knife.
He placed four pieces of meat in front of everyone, then wrapped the remaining sacred meat and threw it back into the corner.
"If you still need it, take it yourself. Remember, you can't eat too much sacred meat. If you eat too much, something will happen." Yang Yundong looked around at everyone and said in an unquestionable tone, "Tomorrow morning, let's go to the ancestral hall to have a look."
No one responded, and everyone's eyes were more or less filled with fatigue.
Most of them were murmuring in their hearts: Two people died in one day's exploration, is there any need to continue exploring?
Yang Yundong sighed and said: "Everyone has also seen the speed of our attrition. I suspect that the guaranteed number of survivors in this dungeon is one. If we don't crack the world view, we will die until only the last person is left to pass the level."
The worst guesses were justified, and whispers were heard at the dinner table.
After a while, players expressed their opinions one after another.
"Listen to Brother Yang!"
"There is only one ancestral hall left, I have to go and see it!"
"Then it's settled!"
Qisi had no intention of participating in the discussion, so he silently collected the divine meat in front of him, picked out a smaller piece from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
Although he still had a piece of meat left by the deceased man with glasses, the more of this life-saving necessity the better, and he would not take it for nothing.
The other players clamored for a while, and they all carefully picked out the sacred meat from their own portions and ate it, as if they were afraid that if they ate slowly, they would encounter the terrible hunger last night again.
Three people died on the first day, and theoretically one or two people got extra divine meat...
Qisi glanced over and saw that the players' expressions were all normal and there was no clue at all.
He just smiled casually, said "Let's go first" and got off the table.
He returned to the room and stopped at the desk.
On the title page of the travel brochure placed on the desk, the original four lines of the poem have disappeared and been replaced by new sentences:
[Two people should not sit in the house, and should not be alone in the temple]
[Don’t mourn the newly dead ghosts, why should you weep when your sins are over?]
