After reading his next script and browsing the forum for a while, Xu Shuo left the script space.
The rental house was dark, with only some street lights projected from the closed balcony, slightly illuminating the empty house.
Feeling an empty feeling of hunger in his stomach, Xu Shuo stood up and walked to the kitchen after sitting for a while, took out the cabbage from the refrigerator, and slowly prepared his belated dinner.
After dinner, he went back to his room and opened his laptop to continue working. At exactly ten o'clock in the evening, his phone dinged and the screen lit up.
Xu Xi sent "Good night", Xu Shuo clicked on a quick reply, and then continued to look at the computer.
The two of them don't usually communicate much. After all, one of them lives in school and the other is busy with work. In addition to the occasional other greetings, the text messages are densely packed with "good night" and "good night" at different times, so as to confirm whether the other person is still alive.
…
Early next morning.
Xu Shuo came to the studio early in the morning again and started working energetically. The dark circles under his eyes had disappeared a lot, and he seemed to have regained his energy.
After finishing his fast food at noon, Xu Shuo checked the time, then removed the documents on his desk, chose a less awkward position and lay down to prepare for a nap.
According to the player's handbook, the forty-eight-hour countdown has ended. This time, he should take the initiative.
Otherwise, if you suddenly faint while working at work later, you may have to wake up in the hospital again.
Xu Shuo clicked on the [Enter Game] sign, and soon, his entire consciousness began to sink downwards, as if he was falling into a dark deep sea.
This time, I didn’t suddenly appear in the world of the script, but in a darkness where I couldn’t even see my fingers.
[Your instructor "Hong Rao" has selected the game script for you as "Green Faced Fangs". Do you want to enter? 】
The only luminous object in front of me is a translucent blue panel.
Xu Shuo looked down, but even if there was light, he couldn't see his hands. He tried touching his body but couldn't feel anything. It seemed that there was only consciousness.
Then, among the system options of "Random" and "Enter", Xu Shuo chose the latter.
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"Green Faced Fangs"
There are legends of ancient ghosts circulating in the villages hidden in the mountains. At night, the "green-faced fangs" haunt the fields with the sound of water, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of night walkers, leaving a ferocious and terrifying appearance in everyone's heart.
After stepping into the realm of the abyss, this legend has been created by countless people. Can you get rid of the ghosts in your heart?
[Main mission: Capture the green-faced fangs.]
Xu Shuo opened his eyes and looked around first.
This is a spacious room, but the white walls have turned yellow and cracked, and a large piece of the wall near the floor has peeled off, exposing the gray cement inside.
The floor of the house is also a cement floor, which is slightly uneven, but it is very stable to step on.
Xu Shuo got up and walked around, looking at the bed he was sitting on just now. It was a wooden bed that was very common in rural areas. The other furniture in the room was also full of this retro feel.
It's like dreaming back to the 1970s and 1980s.
But with this kind of configuration, it can be considered a wealthy family in a rural area, right?
Xu Shuo opened the character panel. His current identity is the son of the village chief of Qingliu Village. He is still a bachelor in his thirties. However, because the old village chief has disappeared for a long time, he is now the temporary village chief.
After reading the character information, Xu Shuo was suddenly startled. He walked to the table, picked up the red-framed mirror with a beautiful woman printed on the back, and looked at his current appearance.
He has burnt skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an unkempt beard. At first glance, he is not a good person!
So this is what he looked like after he was in his thirties?
Xu Shuo touched his rather rough face, looked at the similar eyebrows in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little funny.
However, it’s not about looking at one’s appearance.
Xu Shuo put down the mirror and fumbled around the house for a while, but to no avail, so he turned around and walked outside.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly outside. The village chief's house was located on a slightly higher ground, and half of the village could be seen at a glance.
There are three mountains here, and a small river flows down from the mountain, almost traversing the entire village. The sun is shining down, not far away are lush trees, and at the foot of the mountain are large fields arranged neatly.
The smoke from cooking is lingering above the village, and in the air there is not only the particularly refreshing flavor of forest game, but also the most primitive fragrance of rice.
He just finished his lunch. Do you want to eat again when he comes?
After Xu Shuo took a brief look at this beautiful village, he walked down the mountain.
It's noon now, and not many people are working in the fields.
The main road in the village is not a muddy dirt road, but the ground is compacted with cement. Although it is a bit uneven, it is very solid and steady to walk on.
Although most of the houses in every household are still red brick houses, there are also many newly built bungalows with white walls. There are even well-built rural supermarkets and farmhouses in the villages.
It looks like a well-developed village.
And all of this stems from the flourishing "legend".
There is a ghost legend of "Green Face and Fangs" in Qingliu Village. Because of this extraordinarily curious thing and because of the good environment of the village, it attracts many tourists from outside to come here for vacation.
Moreover, this legend has become more and more popular recently. It is rumored to be so miraculous that it seems to be true, and it has attracted a large number of young people to rush into consumption.
The village developed based on this kind of tourism.
…
At this time, a white car was driving on the road outside the village and stopped at the entrance of Qingliu Village.
Two people came down from above.
It was April. Wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a vest jacket, and carrying a black hiking bag, a smartly dressed woman stood on the roadside and stretched while looking at the pastoral scenery in front of her.
Also walking down was a tall, thin man in a gray windbreaker, wearing glasses and looking polite.
"Say it first, don't interfere with my business." The man's face showed a bit of impatience, and he looked at the archway at the entrance of Qingliu Village with unclear meaning.
"Okay, thank you for the ride!"
The woman patted his shoulder generously, then took out a video camera from her backpack, turned around and walked into the village first.
It seems that the two are not in the same group, but just met halfway.
The road at the entrance of the village is very long, with fields on the left and mountains on the right. There is a long whitewashed wall below the mountain wall.
The white wall is about two meters high, with some abstract figures or various landscape paintings painted on it, with brilliant colors, just like the creative street paintings.
At this time, the end of the wall, which is more than 20 meters long, is still unfinished.
A girl in a floral skirt was standing there, holding paint and plaster in her hands, but she didn't move a single word, and she looked at a loss.
At this time, she seemed to feel someone approaching. The girl turned around and saw the woman walking towards her.
"Oh, is this the wall full of legends?" the woman said, raising the camera to take a photo, and asking familiarly: "Are you the one painting it?"
"I drew it," the girl blurted out.
After she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes slightly to look at this woman with an odd temperament, then turned her head to look at the man in the trench coat who was also walking towards her from behind.
