Quick Wear: I and the Female Match Share the Battle Shirt

Chapter 196 Infinite Flow Female Supporting Character (12)

Xin Yi felt that Huangmao's method might not work, but she would not stop him if he was willing to try it. If he died, at least it would help them eliminate a wrong option.

Call her hypocritical or selfish, human nature is complex. If her life was not threatened, she would definitely stand up to help those around her. But now she can't even protect herself, and no one's life is more important than her own.

And in Xin Yi's opinion, everything they experienced was just like playing a copy of a game. The difference was that they, the players, did not have the opportunity to revive infinitely. Once they died, they were dead. However, these villagers were NPCs that could be refreshed infinitely. If they died this time, they would be alive again in the next copy refresh. Therefore, she did not take the death of an NPC seriously.

As for why she stopped Lu Changqing from killing Li Xiaodong, it was only because she was afraid that Li Xiaodong's death would alarm the villagers. You know, once they were driven out by the village chief, it would mean a failure of the copy and everyone would be dead.

The other four people in the room had similar thoughts to Xin Yi. They were just casual acquaintances and had nothing to do with Huangmao. They didn't care about the other person's life or death.

They are happy to see the other party willing to use his own life to help them explore the way.

As time passed and it got closer to 11 o'clock in the evening, Huangmao became more and more frightened. He was afraid of the big black coffin in the ancestral hall.

Lin Yan opened the screen of his mobile phone and checked the time, reminding: "It's already half past ten."

The huge fear of ghosts and death made Huangmao's palms sweat profusely. He trembled and said with trembling lips: "I... I don't dare to go."

"If you go, you still have a chance of survival. If you don't go, you will definitely die." The tall and thin man said, "I met a player in the dungeon last time. He didn't complete the ghost summoning task because he was afraid. He died tragically in the hotel that night."

Huang Mao's eyes turned red with fear. "I don't know anything about the body right now. I will die if I go there tonight. I don't want to die! I don't want to go!"

"Please, one of you can switch with me. I don't want to be the first to die!"

The yellow-haired man who had previously wanted to take Anping hostage was now so scared that he knelt on the ground and begged the five people in the room to switch orders with him. He didn't want to be the first to die, and the others didn't want to die even more.

In the end, his pleading was in vain, so Huangmao had to get up and leave angrily.

After leaving the village chief's house, Huangmao went to the kitchen and took away a kitchen knife and a lighter.

The moon was obscured by clouds, revealing only a cold white halo.

In the countryside at night, there was no light except for the dim incandescent lamp in the ancestral hall in the distance.

Huangmao was walking on the bumpy country road, holding a kitchen knife in his right hand and a mobile phone in his left hand for lighting.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, with no chirping of insects or frogs. Huangmao, who was overwhelmed by anger and fear, did not notice anything unusual around him. He only had one thought in his mind: if the female ghost really dared to come out, he would fight her to the death.

Seeing that the ancestral hall was not far away, Huangmao rushed in in two steps, ready to arrest Anping, but when he stepped into the yard, the coffin was lit and there was no trace of a person.

Huang Mao stood in the empty yard and swallowed his saliva. The open door of the yard behind him was like a huge abyss, and there was endless darkness in the distance. In front of him was a black coffin, and the dim light of the ancestral hall shone out, dragging a long black shadow on the ground, which looked extremely scary.

A gust of wind blew, and the candlelight in front of the coffin swayed slightly, and Huangmao came back to his senses from his fright.

He looked at the half-burned candle on the altar, then turned to look at the dark door.

It is now about ten minutes before eleven o'clock in the evening. In the afternoon, when he followed Lin Yan's team, he learned the location of Anping's house from the villagers. He was thinking about the feasibility of capturing him now.

Huangmao began to struggle as he held the phone in his hand. He was not familiar with the road conditions in the village. Besides, it was dark now and the country roads were difficult to walk on. Moreover, Wang Anping's home was halfway up the mountain. He had to take a child with him on the round trip, so ten minutes would definitely not be enough.

Thinking of this, Huangmao was so angry that he swung the kitchen knife in the air a few times to vent his anger.

Huang Mao thought about the rules of the game. The village chief said that the candles on the altar must not be broken. Since they cannot be broken, it means that the players must go to the coffin to change the candles. Since the candles must be changed, the ghost must not appear in this yard, otherwise this task will be unsolvable.

The only explanation is that the ghost may only appear outside the gate. As long as he locks the gate and prevents the ghost from entering the yard, isn't it enough?

Huangmao thought for a moment, walked to the gate, closed the wooden door of the yard, and bolted it. He pulled the door twice to check carefully that everything was intact, then turned and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Huangmao didn't dare to stay in the dark yard, and he didn't dare to sit next to the coffin. After thinking it over, he still felt that the ancestral hall with the lights on was the safest place.

Next to the coffin were two large backpacks filled with incense and candles.

Before stepping into the ancestral hall, Huangmao pulled the two backpacks to the front of the door so that it would be convenient for him to change them later.

After entering the ancestral hall, Huangmao didn't dare to face the rows of cold tablets behind him.

He thought the pitch-black coffin in front of him was scary enough, but the neatly arranged rows of tablets in the room gave him an even stronger sense of oppression. Huangmao took a quick glance and didn't dare to look again. He sat on the ground with his back to the tablets, watching the movements around him in fear.

The night was eerily quiet, as if the whole world had been muted. There was a dead silence all around, not even the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

This extreme silence makes people feel inexplicably depressed and uneasy.

The yellow-haired man's nerves were as tense as a drawn bowstring. His eyes were full of vigilance as he kept scanning the surroundings, fearing that any danger would suddenly appear.

Seeing that the candle in the eternal lamp was about to burn out, Huangmao took out three candles and a stick of incense from his backpack. He first lit one candle with a lighter and then used the flame on the candle to light the other two candles and the incense.

Because his hands were shaking, the wax dripping from the candle splashed onto his hands, causing him so much pain that he couldn't help but curse.

After changing the candles five times, it was already late at night.

The quiet environment and tense nerves made Huangmao feel a little tired. Just after he yawned three times in a row, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the house.

Huangmao was so frightened that his spirit suddenly perked up. He held his breath and listened again.

Ten seconds passed... Twenty seconds passed... One minute passed...

Not to mention the rustling sound of heavy objects being dragged across the ground, there wasn't even the sound of wind in the yard. Everything seemed normal.

Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was frightened and too nervous, and was afraid of everything.