Chapter 250: Infinite Flow: Saving the Maniac Beauty 09

After lunch, everyone again searched around the village, hoping to find the secret behind this village, but they didn't gain much.

In the evening, the seven met at the place the old woman said, carrying the Colorful Whip.

Seeing others go in first lighting the Colorful Whip, they imitated, lit the Colorful Whip, and entered the doorway amid the sound of firecrackers.

Heaven!

Baiyi covered his mouth and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

The corpse in the wooden coffin was shriveled and dark, not looking like someone who had just died; yet strangely, his head was extremely full, and the skin on his cheeks hadn't sunk.

This contrast felt extremely jarring, as if the body had been pieced together.

【Host! Dark power remains in this corpse! You and Little Pitiful One, be careful!】

0731 discovered it and hurriedly reminded Jin Chen.

Jin Chen looked at the corpse without changing his expression, slightly furrowing his brows.

Are you afraid?

Nanyu suddenly asked him, his expression unusually solemn.

Not afraid. Jin Chen, not knowing why his mood suddenly dropped, took his hand to soothe and rub, asking, Why aren't you happy?

The two turned their heads to face each other; Nanyu wanted to say something, but only moved his lips twice without speaking, then recovered his smile.

Nothing, I was just asking.

Following the villagers, they bowed twice to the corpse, then the seven were invited by the relatives of Awa Laosi to the outer courtyard to wait for the feast.

That corpse is too weird, Zhousan complained.

They chose a spot directly facing the coffin at the entrance, so they could clearly see what happened inside.

Yeah, yeah, but saying it's a ghost isn't necessarily true, after all there are many strange corpses in the Instance. Zhaoling's gaze remained on the coffin inside the house as he frowned and pondered.

Here… nobody feels that the corpse is off.

Baiyi also observed the surroundings; whether it was the mourning-clad relatives kneeling on the ground or the guests coming to pay respects, aside from the seven of them, nobody felt the corpse was strange.

Everyone… just be careful, that's best. He said.

As they had said, when the sky turned completely dark and they were about to leave, an accident occurred.

The paper figures originally guarding both sides of the mourning hall suddenly seemed to come back to life, emitting a hehe sound from their throats.

It was exactly like the girl's crying voice outside the window last night.

Upon hearing it, Zhousan's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly hid behind the others.

Last night it was exactly this sound, exactly this sound!

Strange…, Baiyi said, utterly confused, these paper figures… they haven't, they haven't had their eyes dotted!

Maybe they're not coming for us? Zhoucheng saw that although the paper figures rushed at anyone they saw inside the house, they never crossed that threshold.

Ahhhh—

A middle-aged man kneeling beside the coffin suddenly shouted, uttering nonsense in a confused manner, his expression as if he had seen something terrifying beyond measure; even the rushing paper figures didn't matter to him, his hands tightly clutching at empty air.

You've come back! You've come back, haven't you! You came to take revenge on me!

Hehehe……

Several paper girl figures happily watched this scene, circling the middle-aged man hand in hand.

This scene was truly too eerie; everyone else in the mourning hall hurriedly ran out.

There's an unclean thing!! Hurry! Go ask the wine shop old woman!

Someone shouted loudly.

No! Can't call! My father still needs to be buried!

The youth stopped them, arms outstretched blocking, Don't forget the old woman only burns corpses! My father fears fire the most! Absolutely not like this; I want him to be buried in a grand hanging coffin!

Otherwise! Otherwise just hold another memorial service! Lately there have been far too many strange happenings!

The youth's words caused several elders who were about to shout for people to stop, look at each other, and finally make a decision.

Good! Memorial service! Tonight you let those few newcomers guard here, tomorrow we'll go up the mountain to bury him! We'll hold the memorial! the elder said.

All the players: ……

An undeserved disaster, truly an undeserved disaster.

The guests all ran away clean, leaving only the players who had to stay because of the NPC's words, and the relatives of Awa Laosi.

At this moment, the paper figures in the mourning hall had almost sucked dry the middle-aged man's blood; the two blush spots on his cheeks grew redder, and his lips were stained with blood.

The relatives outside were almost scared to death, but also realized the paper figures might not be able to leave the mourning hall, and they all found excuses to leave.

I heard Uncle Li say you're newcomers, so tonight I entrust you with watching my father's coffin.

The youth also looked a bit fearful and apprehensive; seeing Zhaoling nod, he ran out of the outer courtyard.

Zhaoling: So tonight our task is to guard the mourning hall.

No…… why are the lights all out again.

Zhousan patted his chest with lingering fear; the scene from last night reappeared in his mind.

Will the chance of something happening here tonight be even greater?

Baiyi answered him, No… won't, is… impossible.

〖Congratulations player for triggering the side quest: Guard the Mourning Hall. Enter the mourning hall, stay for one hour and survive, and the quest is successful. 〗

〖Friendly reminder: No more than two may enter at a time, taking turns until dawn. 〗

Jin Chen heard this, lowered his eyes in thought.

They now have seven people; at minimum they could split into four groups, each taking one shift, and it would be exactly dawn after the rotations.

But this also means someone must enter alone.

We need one person to enter the mourning hall alone. Zhaoling looked at the other players.

Hexian looked at the eerie corpse inside the spirit hall and the multicolored paper effigies, pursed his lips and said: "I feel…… this spirit hall is too eerie; we should let a more capable person enter alone."

He lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping over everyone in turn, a faint light glimmered.

"What do you think?"

Zhousan immediately agreed, not wanting to be left alone, "I agree, I agree, we should let a capable person go in."

"I…… I agree."

Zhaoling was about to refute, but in an instant felt that Hexian's words were actually correct.

Zhoucheng nodded, his tone firm, "Among us, the strongest is undoubtedly Nanyu, who ranks in the top three on the personal leaderboard."

"I'm not strong; I'm actually weak."

Nanyu sighed softly, limp and boneless leaning into Jin Chen's embrace, then covered her mouth and smiled, lightly poking Jin Chen's chest, "What do you say?"

His phoenix eyes held a slight threat; if Jin Chen didn't comply with his wishes, that hand could at any moment, like before, close around his throat.

Jin Chen chuckled, stroked his hair, adjusted his posture, letting him lean more comfortably.

"What you said is all correct."

"Jin Chen, how can you be so selfish?"

Hexian didn't directly confront Nanyu, but instead looked at Jin Chen, his fingers clenched together somewhat nervously.

Who would have thought Jin Chen didn't even glance at him, took Nanyu's hand and headed straight for the spirit hall.

As they brushed past, he still coldly uttered a sentence.

"Noisy."