It was already bright.

Two days and two nights passed in the dungeon, and the entire sky changed from thick white fog to slightly gray, gray, like a layer of haze covering it.

The skylight splashed in from the outside of the lobby, but it did not bring any feeling of daytime.

The surroundings are terriblely quiet, and I don’t know how many players are left to survive.

Yan Xingchen's expression was as usual, and his eyes were still a little smile.

He looked at the butler tied up by Jindian and waited for the other party's reaction.

Xu Qianzhou was not surprised. After lifting Chi Xiu's chin, he took advantage of the short rest time and took out a bag of nut snacks from the inventory and started eating.

Chi Xiu was still looking at Yan Xingchen in shock.

Three minutes ago, in his eyes, the young man was still a sick man who accidentally entered a numbered copy of 200,000, and was weak and needed protection!

As for Qi Wushe, this man had consumed a lot of money just now, and he was resting without saying a word. He completely left Yan Xingchen to deal with the matter of asking the housekeeper.

Seeing that the butler didn't say anything, Yan Xingchen looked at the butler carefully at what he looked like at this moment.

Uncle Chen, the butler, seemed to have just gotten up, still had pajamas, and he didn't wear the bracelet with the peace lock and bell on his hand.

He didn't expect Yan Xingchen to be so neat. He was stunned and said, "Customer, you, you are... the owner of the family has not done your paper yet. If you can't wait, I can help you urge me, don't do this..."

"Make my paper?" Yan Xingchen smiled. "If you want to do my paper, you have to kill me first to get my skin, right? Let's open the skylight and say something. You know that the guests coming in will die. You also help the owner of Chen to settle everyone. After all, you are not a good thing, so you don't have to pretend to be unaware."

The butler's expression froze.

Yan Xingchen continued, "If you help me urge you, wouldn't it mean to help me get the death talisman?"

"Customer, please say something..."

"I have thought of saying something well. There are many ways to ask questions, and there can be more polite ways, but in other ways, will you say it?"

The young man held the dagger in one hand, his fingertips slowly slid across the surface of the dagger, and his voice was slightly cold: "When I came in the first day, I thought you were easier to talk to, but I thought about it just now and found that it was not right. If you were really easy to talk to, why would it be so just right? You said no to you in the evening. If you look for you in the morning, there will be paper people next to your room?"

In fact, Yan Xingchen didn't plan to do so well on the way to find Uncle Chen.

But Chi Xiu said that when Uncle Chen's room was surrounded by paper men, although he was sleeping and resting at that time, he had changed his mind - he had to win with one blow and take the person away directly.

Because Uncle Chen would not take the initiative to help players.

"Not to mention that the paper man next to your room was too soon, just talk about the guests who came before," he said. "There are several batches of customers in Chen's house. We should be the fifth batch? The sixth batch? Those guests did not leave, and they were all made into paper man. I don't believe that no one of these more than 200 people has ever wanted to come to you."

But those people were still dead.

According to the clues he has obtained now, it is actually only the only thing left in Alang's life experience and what happened on the eve of the wedding. These two clues can outline the full picture of the copy.

These two clues must be known to the butler Uncle Chen.

The players who came in front were not without the players in the front row of the newcomer rankings. They must have also found the butler Uncle Chen, but they still died in the dungeon.

So those people did not get useful information from Uncle Chen at all.

It's useless to take the ordinary route.

If they still follow the old path of the previous few groups of people, everything will be meaningless.

It’s better to do it directly and throw it away when you come up.

Yan Xingchen moved his fingertips and tightened the golden tear.

Uncle Chen, who was tied up by Jin, screamed in pain.

Chi Xiu was still shocked. Although he saw Yan Xingchen take action, the time was too fast. Before his impression of Yan Xingchen had turned around, he subconsciously said: "Be careful, this is npc, he might hurt you-"

Uncle Chen screamed even louder.

Chi Xiu: "..."

It is not certain who hurts whoever.

Yan Xingchen explained to him: "Don't worry, this old guy has no data. If he has data, there is a paper man patrolling next to the room. Who has the ability to get close to him? If the player has no way to get information from him, this dungeon will not be difficult for a dungeon number of 200,000."

It is precisely because of this that Yan Xingchen chose to take action after changing his mind.

After explaining, he said to Uncle Chen: "This is the Earth Demon of your master. I know that the knife may not really cause harm to you."

So he threw the dagger in his hand, threw it to Qi Wushe, and returned it to the other party.

Then, he pointed to the decorative paintings hanging on the wall on the side of the lobby.

"But I can burn all the paintings in Chen's house. Everything here may be fake, and the paintings are definitely real."

Otherwise, the first few batches of players who entered this dungeon would not be able to send a fake painting out of the dungeon.

Only when paintings are real items can they be sent out by special props and can they be obtained by Huangquan.

As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Chen suddenly paused.

His facial muscles shook, and the painful expression that he had deliberately exposed disappeared suddenly, and his hoarse voice was covered with danger: "Guest, you can't animate."

"Why can't I? If you don't tell me, I'm a dead person. It's better to burn the paintings that your master cherishes."

"How do you know..."

"Every room here has a painting table and materials, and the dust is covered with dust. Your master doesn't put it away. He/she must have a different attitude towards these paintings."

He said, looking carefully at the butler's expression.

The housekeeper was fishing in troubled waters just now, and his face became increasingly unfair. He stared at Yan Xingchen, looked for a while, and then said, "Okay, I tell you, but the paintings here cannot be burned. If they burn, all the guests will die."

Yan Xingchen nodded with a smile.

He took back the gold from the butler, sat aside, and patted Xu Qianzhou: "I'm hungry, too."

"Oh," Xu Qianzhou handed him a pack of nuts he had just eaten a few bites, "For you."

"You've eaten it. I want new ones."

"There are so many things to do, take them."

Qi Wushe stood up.

Although this person couldn't see it, his mind power was definitely higher than that of the other three people present. He felt something was wrong first: "The paper man is coming soon, I'll go take a walk."

After saying that, the man had already walked out of the lobby of Chen's house with the bamboo flute.

The melodious flute sounded again, still the minor tune from the remote place that Yan Xingchen had heard.

The tune is pleasant and incompatible with the gray skylight.

Xu Qianzhou muttered to himself: "The music is quite high. He wouldn't be with me before entering the cage, right?"

Yan Xingchen: "..."

In the sound of the flute, Uncle Chen told a story with a beginning and an end.

The old owner of Chen's house is indeed the craftsman with the best paper-made craftsmanship in the town. Not only this town, but also the nearby towns and villages know that Mr. Chen is not only good at craftsmanship, but also kind-hearted.

Mr. Chen did everything he did for fun. He had all kinds of paper pieces piled up at home all day long, especially paper people, who not only had good typing but also painted well.

If it is dark and windy in front of others, it may be possible to deceive a large number of people.

Gradually, perhaps he felt that it was not a good thing to deal with these things every day, so he began to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Most of the people in the town were very poor, and the old society was common in the situation where they were born but not raised. They often saw some abandoned babies in some used houses and under the discarded mud tiles on the roadside. These children were taken back by Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen had a good business in papermaking and a big family. In addition to the housekeeper, Uncle Chen, there were many servants at home, but there were no shortage of people who took care of children and money.

So the housekeeper Uncle Chen helped Mr. Chen handle the paper business and raised the children.

Mr. Chen himself also has a biological daughter named Wan'er. Wan'er's mother left difficult when she gave birth, so Wan'er became Mr. Chen's only daughter.

Fortunately, with those children, Wan'er's childhood is not lonely.

But when Wan'er was four or five years old, Mr. Chen brought back a boy of about the same age from outside.

The ones Mr. Chen usually brought back were abandoned babies who had just been born, and for the first time he had brought back such a big child.

The other children and Wan'er were very curious. They all surrounded them and asked the boy who was four or five years old.

When Yan Xingchen heard this, he asked, "Is that boy Alang?"

Uncle Chen nodded slightly and sighed.

He didn't want to say it before, but since he had already said it, he let it go completely and didn't hide it much.

He seemed very sorry for Alang's existence.

He said: "Alang is a good boy. Just..."

But Alang is very special.

At the beginning, in order not to let Alang be looked down upon by others, Mr. Chen didn't say anything, just saying that Alang's parents were gone, so Mr. Chen took the person back to raise him.

Alang is good-looking and is not old enough to tell that his facial features are upright and elegant. When he first came, Wan'er and the children liked him.

But he didn't know why, his personality was very gloomy and he didn't talk much.

But he does not reject others' approach, and even has some desires.

Wan'er only thinks that he is born not talking, and every time the children play together, she always takes care of him more.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.

One night, Mr. Chen went to the suburbs to purchase paper materials. The children were bored, so they secretly gathered together to play paper materials while no one was in charge.

Mr. Chen is good at papermaking, so these children will learn more or less. Although Wan'er doesn't learn, she is also very good at painting.

Alang just came here, and Mr. Chen didn't know why, so he didn't teach him, so he didn't know how to do it yet.

Wan'er was afraid that he would not be able to integrate, so she pulled him and handed the paper to Alang. The other children also came up to teach him how to make paper.

Alang didn't want to do it at first.

He was even a little repulsive.

But Wan'er just thought he was shy, grabbed his hand, persuaded him for a long time, and then stuffed everything into his arms.

The girl of that age was pink and cute, and she looked at the boy with big round eyes, making people unable to say anything to refuse.

What's more, this girl is always very nice to him.

Alang felt soft and learned a little while surrounded by other children.

He is very smart and can learn it once.

He made a simple piece of paper and received everyone's cheers.

That night, Chen's house was as happy as ever. Uncle Chen sat on the steps and watched the children make a fuss. Wan'er was sitting in the pavilion and blew the windmill in her hands, and the boys rolled around in the mud.

The paper that Mr. Chen had just made was hanging in the yard and was arranged in a row. The simple paper people made by Alang were also placed aside.

"Later, when that night came in the second half of the night, a child suddenly shouted and said he had seen a ghost." Uncle Chen's tone was full of sighs and regret.

Yan Xingchen frowned: "Hello? Is the paper man alive?" What else can I see in such a paper-made house?

"Yes, and the living paper man is exactly the one Alang did."

At this moment, the faint sound of the bamboo flute broke.

I don’t know how many paper people were caused by Qi Wushe’s side. The sound of the flute stopped, which means that Qi Wushe was in trouble and needed to solve it.

After a sudden quiet, Xu Qianzhou felt that the atmosphere was not right and stopped chewing.

Yan Xingchen subconsciously glanced at the direction where Qi Wushe left just now.

He seemed a little worried.

Fortunately, after a while, the sound of the flute started to sound again.

He then came to his senses and asked, "Is this a special place for Alang?"

Uncle Chen sighed again and nodded, "The reason why the old master brought him back is because of this. In fact, Alang's parents were not dead, he was kicked out of the house by his parents."

This child, who is only five years old, has been urinating differently from other children since childhood.

At night, he could always see some dirty things. Many dead objects would become immortal "living things" after they passed by him.

Just like the paper man that Ah Lang had ripped for the first time, although he did not have enough consciousness, the paper man moved. It walked to the child in front of him, scaring the child out of a high fever.

That night, Chen's house was in chaos.

The paper man moved for a moment and stopped moving. The child who ran into the paper man was scared to death.

The other children looked at him in fear, and Alang stood there at a loss, only Wan'er walked forward with her coat and draped it on him.

The five-year-old girl actually doesn't know so much. She doesn't have the concept of those dirty things in her mind. She just thinks that Alang has a good personality and is not a bad person.

Later, when Mr. Chen came back, he learned about this.

It turns out that he didn't teach Ah Lang to be a paper man because he knew this.

When Alang was first discovered, he moved the candy man his grandmother bought for him. As a result, the candy man moved that night, scaring Alang's grandmother to death. Alang's parents thought he was a monster, afraid that the child would bring him unknown, so they endured it for a long time, and finally threw Alang away. Just as his grandmother was about to hold a funeral, his family came to buy paper pieces. Mr. Chen learned about this and ran into the scene where Alang's parents drove him out of the house.

Mr. Chen deals with funerals every day, not afraid of these things, and is afraid that Alang will starve to death alone outside, so he brought him back and deliberately kept him away from these things.

Unexpectedly, let others know.

"The old master said that Alang is not a monster, he is just born like this, a little special. Moreover, during the day, he will not get into these things. As long as he doesn't touch them at night, there will be nothing. In order to make Alang not feel inferior, the old master began to teach him how to make paper, and specifically asked him to do it during the day. He kept telling him that he was just born closer to those dirty things, but as long as he didn't do evil intentionally, he was not a monster."

Yan Xingchen listened very seriously.

At some point, the smile in his eyes gradually dissipated, his expression was complicated, and he was even a little sad.

Amid the faint sound of the flute, he closed his eyes and said calmly: "I used to have such an elder. He often told me that whether a person is good or bad is not determined by what he is born with, but depends on whether he has done bad things. Your old master is a good person."

Chi Xiu was also fascinated by: "What happened later? This was Alang's life experience, but why did Chen Zui..."

Chen's house has become like this?

What does export have to do?

"Later, not only the children in the family, but all the children in the town knew about Alang's specialness. They all thought Alang was born ominous and was a monster. Whether it was adults or children, they thought he was unlucky. He became more and more taciturn and ran away when he saw people."

Others began to be isolated and hated such a monster.

Sometimes if there is a little friction, the children will punch and kick him.

They kept laughing at him as a freak who only ghosts were willing to play with him.

Only Chen Wan'er, her attitude towards Alang has not changed.

She grew up in the Chen house since she was a child. She met many paper people and heard a lot of strange stories that happened in various funny things.

She was well protected by Mr. Chen and never thought there would be anything dirty in this world.

"Arang is very good," she always said, "He has never harmed anyone. After he knew his specialness, he never made paperwork at night. He will share his father's work during the day."

Chen Wan'er likes painting and flowers.

In order to repay Chen Wan'er, Alang tried hard to help Mr. Chen make paper and get pocket money. Instead of using the pocket money to buy clothes, candy people, or windmills for himself, he saved money to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and gradually added these to every room in his house, so that the girl could paint by picking up her pen, no matter where she was.

Every morning, he would pick a flower and give it to Chen Wan'er.

Finally, they are getting married.

When Yan Xingchen heard this, he thought of the core dream he saw.

Uncle Chen said something stumbling, and there were many sighs, but many details were actually incomplete.

The whole story outline is composed of what Yan Xingchen said based on Uncle Chen, plus what he saw in the dream fragments.

In the core dream, Alang did send flowers to Chen Wan'er every day, until one day, Chen Wan'er said that she could get married.

"So the person Chen Wan'er is going to marry is Alang?" He looked at Uncle Chen's expression and asked, "What happened before the wedding?"

Before Uncle Chen could speak, Qi Wushe suddenly came back.

As soon as the man came in, he rushed to Yan Xingchen and said to him: "No, there are too many paper people, I can't walk, I have to leave."

Even Qi Wuhua said too much, that must be a lot.

Maybe if you drag on it, more paper people will come, and even all the paper people in the entire copy.

If all the paper people in this dungeon came up together, Yan Xingchen and the others would only be four, so they would not be the opponents of two hundred paper people with the strength of players in the same period.

This is an escape copy, and from the type of copy, they are destined to be unable to pass the level violently.

What they have to do is find the exit and escape.

Xu Qianzhou hurriedly said, "Why do I carry this old man and let's change the place and continue asking."

Yan Xingchen shook his head: "Treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Although Qi Wuhe and I are targets of activities, there have never been so many before, not to mention that it is still during the day, we have not triggered death. These paper people are not for us, but because the butler is here."

The paper man was originally the butler.

It's useless for them to run away with the butler.

Time suddenly became very urgent. He looked certain and turned to ask the butler: "Tell me who is the owner of Chen House and how to get out of Chen House, otherwise I will burn all Chen Wan'er's paintings!"

As he said, he had heard a lot of things approaching with the same pace.

His mind power is not as good as Qi Wushe, and even he heard it, which shows that these things are indeed very close.

"No burning! No burning... This is Chen's house, and of course the owner of the family is our lady!" said the housekeeper, "I have been staying in Chen's house to receive guests for the owner of the family. I have never been out, so I don't know."

"Where is Chen Wan'er?"

"I don't know, the owner of the family has long been dead. She has no body and has always been in the paintings she drew during her lifetime. One of them can be found, but I don't know which one it is."

All four of them heard a prompt sound.

[Because you have discovered clues to the life experience of key characters in the dungeon, you will receive a reward of 10 plot points.]

This time they acted together, and the plot point was calculated as they obtained it together.

Xu Qianzhou urged: "It's too late to go."

"Xu Qianzhou, do you remember the places where the children who triggered hide and seek on the first night? Lead the way," Yan Xingchen stood up without dragging the water, "The special death trigger there has been unlocked by us, and it will be relatively safer."

Qi Wushe didn't need Yan Xingchen to say that, so he was already walking away to the west. Xu Qianzhou had already gained experience. This time, Yan Xingchen didn't need to run with him. He put away the nuts and ran to the west, shouting: "Cracking the drawing triggered by the death of paper man offering flowers on me, let me run in the front!!"

Yan Xingchen glanced at the butler, and while the butler was not paying attention, he stuffed a useless low-level peace of mind into his pocket.

Chi Xiu was not slow to react, and he had already set off after Yan Xingchen set the direction to escape.

He still had a subconscious impression of Yan Xingchen. As soon as he ran forward, he subconsciously worried that the young man would not be able to keep up and turned around and wanted to pull Yan Xingchen up.

But before he turned around, he saw Yan Xingchen pausing for a moment and reached him in the blink of an eye.

Chi Xiu: "..."

——What exactly made him feel that Yan Xingchen, who can carry the housekeeper with one hand, seems to be no worse than anyone present, would be a weak and sick person who needs care from others?

He hurriedly followed.

As soon as the four of them left, a dozen paper people rushed in regularly as soon as they walked.

When they met the butler Uncle Chen, they stopped.

Uncle Chen glanced at Yan Xingchen's departure.
Chapter completed!