At the beginning, Scar thought he was at ease, and used his knowledge of the dungeon to look down on the boss of the new dungeon, creating doubt and panic among the players, thinking that he could get all the benefits by himself.

Similarly, the water ghost in the dark is also using Scar. It has always understood the subtleties of people's hearts. It has followed the trend and left suspicions on several players, making the players distrust each other and want to test each other to see if they are water ghosts.

, in this way, the props for dealing with water ghosts will be wasted on the players. Later, Scar's conspiracy was exposed by Yan Xingchen, and it was watching. It understood very well that if the players knew that the water ghosts were not among the players, the props prepared today would be

If it stays, then it must be afraid of this prop.

So when Amu and Liu Chang didn't know about Scar, they created an illusion on Lin Qiaoxue, leading Amu to splash on Lin Qiaoxue, making them lose the initiative today.

For such a powerful thing, I'm afraid the method of pouring the prop into the water that Scar just mentioned wouldn't be able to kill it at all.

For a moment, everyone except Yan Xingchen and Qi Wushe looked solemn.

Even Scar himself began to be afraid.

Even if they find the water ghost today and find out more about the water ghost, it will be of no use.

——Someone will definitely die again tonight.

This tacit conclusion was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

The fear of death was completely amplified at this moment, and an irresistible shadow completely enveloped everyone.

This atmosphere lasted for a long time, and even when the village chief came to call the players to have lunch, no one spoke.

Except Yan Xingchen and Qi Wushe.

Qi Wushe was taking a leisurely walk on the way to the kitchen, spinning the newly made bamboo flute in his hand. He looked as if he was really a tourist passing by Lijia Village. If he hadn't been blindfolded, this man would have

I'm afraid a tourist tour can be staged in situ.

As for Yan Xingchen, he was already marked by the water ghost, and he was not as afraid of the pressure of triggering death as others - after all, he had already triggered the death condition.

He said nothing, thinking about where the water ghost was.

In other words, Cainiang can both stare at the player and take action in the dark. Where is she? Why does she want to kill the player? What constraints does she have?

He looked at the hunched village chief in front of him who was leading the way.

Maybe... they have far underestimated the importance of this npc.

[The props are gone. One of them must die today. It’s a dead end. We can only see who can survive until the next day to continue the mission.]

[According to everyone's habit of playing a new dungeon, the more people the water ghost kills, the stronger it becomes, and it will become stronger every night. At least one person will definitely die now, and there are seven left alive. It depends on who is selected tonight.

.]

[That must be Yan Xingchen. Someone has analyzed it before in the newbie forum’s incomplete wooden comb post. Yan Xingchen angered the water ghost twice. According to the inertia of the newbie’s copy, he must have been marked. It was originally during the day.

His last chance to make a comeback is now

When the props are gone, the water ghosts will definitely go for him at night. Even if there is a dead person, Yan Xingchen will be the first target to kill. Hehe, anyway, I bet on his death very early, and he will not survive tonight.

, I advise those who haven’t bet yet to bet early, the rewards will be bigger.]

[I just clicked in from the home page of the newcomer area. This guy named Yan Xingchen is so good-looking. Why do you all say he is going to die?]

[Damn it, I do have a life-saving item for the newbie copy, but I don’t have 10,000 copies. If only I had 10,000 copies. I’m no longer a newbie and can’t use it. I’ll definitely throw it at Yan Xingchen right away.]

[…]

In the dungeon, everyone followed the village chief to the kitchen and ate lunch in a gloomy atmosphere.

It was clearly still noon, but the surrounding temperature had begun to get lower and lower. No one could be seen on the road, and only white ribbons hung on many doors for innocent purposes could be vaguely seen.

The sound of the watchman pierced through the cold air, reminding them little by little that the day was already halfway through. Not to mention that there was only a small jar of incense ash in the day, and even the morning dew was gone.

Perhaps it was because they had been running around nervously all day, and now they were in trouble again. Others ate tasteless food, and the wafting aroma of the vegetables could not arouse any appetite at all.

Even Cen Yiyi, who had been increasing her courage, gradually became red-eyed as she ate.

"Is there no way we can get out alive..." She lowered her head, her voice choked up, "I still thought the mission was completed, but when I woke up I found it was a dream."

Yan Xingchen, who was tearing the buns apart, made a move.

He had eaten quickly after typing and continued to check on things at the village chief's house. He had eaten quite leisurely, but now he heard Cen Yiyi's cry and blinked blankly.

He knew what was wrong with him in the past and never got close to anyone. After what happened when he was seventeen, he never interacted with anyone in life. If he had to interact with anyone, what the other person saw was just his disguise.

Look.

This time he entered this place called Fancong, but because of the abnormal situation here, he seemed to be a little more normal, and now he and Cen Yiyi had some kind of relationship as friends.

He has very little experience in making friends with others, so how can he know how to comfort people?

The young man grabbed the steamed bun with one hand and pinched the torn pieces of steamed bun with the other hand. His eyelashes like crow feathers were fluttering rapidly, and his dark eyes showed a rare look of confusion.

He put the steamed bun slices in his hand into Cen Yiyi's bowl and said stiffly: "Eat it, you will survive."

Such comfort seemed like powerless giving up when death was approaching at any time. Cen Yiyi was still holding back tears, but now he was coaxing her to cry.

"I, when I came in, it was still dark... My mother said the night before that she had stewed soup for me and would bring it to school for me to drink. She also wanted me to have a good fight with my roommates.

If you can help me, let me share the drink with them..." She wiped her tears, "My mother gets up early every time, and I'm afraid that she will come too early. I won't wake up and no one will open the door for her, so I will

It woke up when there was no light..."

"As a result, I didn't receive her when I opened the door. Instead, instead..."

Instead, he came in.

You may never be able to drink that pot of soup again.

Amu said: "At least your parents will remember you. My mother died early, and my father... ugh."

Yan Xingchen lowered his eyes silently.

His parents passed away early, and when he grew up, he had no memories of his mother at all, and he didn't know how to comfort him at this point.

So he simply stopped tearing the steamed buns into pieces, gave all the steamed buns in his hand to Cen Yiyi, and stopped talking.

The little girl's sobbing cries filled his ears. Qi Wushe finished the porridge and frowned at the noise.

He also wanted Cen Yiyi to stop crying. After thinking about it seriously, he finally came up with a comforting angle.

"You can think on the bright side," he said, "if one less person shares the pot of soup your mother brought, your roommate will be able to drink more."
Chapter completed!