Lin Zhu looked at the lantern in Cheng Miao's hand and was dumbfounded, "This...where did you get the lantern?"
Upon closer inspection, I realized that this lantern was very different from the lanterns they had made of gauze and silk. Lin Zhu didn't take it, but looked at Cheng Miao's hand.
The lamp holder made of white bones is as crystal clear as jade, and the lantern made of human skin is so delicate that it feels like touching the soft skin of a girl.
"This is what Zhang Qiao gave to us." Cheng Miao frowned. Even now, that kind woman is fighting against Zhang Yan and is still angry at the ignorance and feudalism of this village.
She was betrayed by her biological father, and her life's happiness was replaced by a lantern.
Now she gave Cheng Miao the lantern made of her own skin and her friend's bones, which was equivalent to giving up her own life and that of her father.
Lin Zhu didn't say anything. Feudal superstition kills people.
"Then what role do players play here?" Lin Zhu looked at Cheng Miao putting away the lantern and looked better before continuing to ask.
"Zhang Qiao doesn't know. She has not cared about the affairs of the village for a long time. She is just waiting for her friends to come and take away her and her father's lives one day. If we hadn't climbed into the yard today, she would not have known that the village was coming. outsider."
As he said that, there were rapid footsteps outside the house. Cheng Miao saw Qin Musong holding Su Shuang in one hand, throwing away the tattered lantern in his hand with the other, and ducked into the door.
The lantern hanging at the door flashed twice and then returned to normal.
Su Shuang was in a very embarrassed state, with a lot of bloody wounds on his body, and he was as frightened as a frightened bird.
Qin Musong didn't have much trouble, except for a small cut on his arm, which wasn't deep. Qi Jiajia went to bandage Qin Musong with a cold face.
"Aren't you very powerful? You will get hurt if you do this." Qi Jiajia and Cheng Miao have been together for a long time, and their personalities are not so surly.
She has gained the freedom and respect that she could not get in her original family, and her overall aggression is not that strong.
Besides, Qin Musong was indeed very good to her and the entire team, so just give him some medicine.
Qin Musong fondly touched Qi Jiajia's pigtails, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms, and allowed Qi Jiajia to bandage him roughly, while telling Cheng Miao and the others the clues they found.
"The village chief didn't go anywhere today. He went from house to house. He didn't dare to get too close. He could only hear him telling them to remember the preparations for the ancestor worship tomorrow night."
Qin Musong looked at the lanterns piled inside the door and frowned, "These lanterns are of no use anymore. Even if Su Shuang and I both light them, we are still entangled."
Qi Jiajia wrapped her arm, Qin Musong twitched his lips and looked at the knot on the bandage, but said nothing to save his face.
"By the way, we met that madman." Qin Musong recalled softly, "The madman was crying and laughing in a dilapidated house, saying that we might be able to meet each other tomorrow. Abba said that starting at nine o'clock in the evening, if If everything goes well, we won’t see you again.”
Su Shuang is also considered an old player. Now he has come to his senses and helps to add, "That lunatic talks confusingly. One moment he says he can see it, and the next he says he can't see it. I don't know if it's useful."
Cheng Miao told the two of them the clues he had just obtained, saving himself from getting a human skin lantern.
At Cheng Miao's suggestion, Qi Jiajia found an opportunity to talk to Qin Musong alone about the matter. Qin Musong didn't even move his brows, which made Cheng Miao sigh that he was really professional and could not be compared to others.
There are still two groups of people who have not returned, and the others have no intention of making lanterns and are waiting in the yard.
"Should we look for Ye Zi and the others? Maybe they have any clues?" Su Shuang, who was speaking in his own language, thought about it and then pulled his hair to deny the idea, "They left without even saying hello. This clearly means that they will not take us with them."
Su Shuang was a little sad and a little angry, "We are all on the same team, so why doesn't this dungeon also have camp missions?"
Qin Musong, who had been quietly on the side, suddenly said, "No, I heard from old players that there are very few copies of camp missions, and they are all on the surface, and everyone depends on their ability. There are indeed differences in the copies. For players on missions, there are very few dungeons that can directly put players on the opposite side.”
"That is to say," Cheng Miao looked out the door with a faint eyebrow. She seemed to hear someone coming, "Ye Zi and Yan Qi found the wrong way to clear the customs. Of course, it would be best if they just found a place to hide and wait to enjoy the results, but If they directly join the opposing camp...then they will have to do whatever they want."
In fact, Cheng Miao has vaguely felt that the Survival Hotel is not just trying to create a battle royale and pick the last lucky person. The Survival Hotel provides players with convenient access to a certain extent.
Different from the infinite novels Cheng Miao read in the past, Survival Hotel is indeed very friendly to players.
By giving props, players can get a lot of information from the front desk if they have the skills. Moreover, as long as you have money after the dungeon is released, you can enjoy a high-quality life.
Therefore, Cheng Miao did not agree with Yan Qi's choice.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Tan Wen and Tan Wu come in with a gloomy face.
Like Su Shuang, Qin Wu had wounds all over his body, but Qin Wu was more serious than Su Shuang. His whole body looked like it had been fished out of blood.
Tan Wen walked in, his tense forehead twitched, he cursed, a small pill appeared in his hand, and he stuffed it into Tan Wu's mouth.
Tan Wen's injuries were visibly recovered, but his spirit was still sluggish.
Su Shuang, who could only tie himself into a mummy with bandages, expressed his envy.
But he also knew that even if he had injury medicine recovery items, he would not easily use them on such flesh wounds.
Even Su Shuang could see that Tan Wen was too concerned about Tan Wu, which was not a good sign in a dangerous dungeon.
"Damn, it turns out we are sacrifices." Tan Wen made sure his brother was fine and joined Cheng Miao and the others in their discussion.
Tan Wen didn't say where the clues came from. He did have some skills and directly figured out the meaning of the existence of players that had been bothering everyone.
"I don't know what fool gave the village chief the idea to sacrifice the lives of outsiders to the undead. This can keep the village safe, and it actually works."
Tan Wen went to get a bowl of water and drank it in one gulp. He took a breath before continuing, "This lantern is useless for some reason..."
After he finished speaking, he patted his head and then remembered that there were still clues that he hadn't finished yet. It was all because the damn lantern suddenly became useless and almost broke down on the road.
"From what we have inquired about, it is definitely not the first time that Zhangjia Village has brought outsiders to worship their ancestors. Tomorrow night is the day we die!"
